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The Darkest Song	By : AsylumWritings Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 396 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Unspoken
- 2-No Surrender
- 3-All Talk
- 4-Escape
- 5-Pushed
- 6-Help
- 7-Proven
- 8-Hurt
- 9-Truth
- 10-Night Talk
- 11-Attack
- 12-Home
- 13-Fear
- 14-Together
- 15-Trapped
- 16-Nepal
- 17-Fury
- 18-Recovery
- 19-Work
- 20-Fight
- 21-Moving On
- 6
- 7
- 8
For better or for worse
I will make you mine
Each warm heart gets cold in time
I'll follow like a shadow
You won't get through
The web I have spun for you
I Want You, Delain
I sat on the arm of the ragged couch in front of the TV, drinking my coffee. Everyone else was out, as far as I knew, and I was completely alone. There was a moment where I debated running again, but what would I be running to? A boring life where all I had to look forward to was singing at a bar every couple of nights? No, whatever was going on here was far more interesting than what I had before.
There was a lot to think about, and I stared down at my mug, trying to sort through everything. I was still so scared, but not of Bane. At least, not entirely. I was scared of the future, of where my life was heading. If he knew my past, I didn’t think it would be long before the GCPD did.
I finished my coffee, putting the mug aside. Healing an old wound wasn’t easy, I knew that from experience, and I didn’t know how bad Bane’s injuries were. But I could do it, and I wanted to do it.
Making my way up to my room, I sat down on the bed. The air was a little stuffy, so I slid the window open to let some fresh air in. It was a warm day, but the breeze was nice as it softly brushed against my face.
Sweet little words made for silence not talk
Young heart for love not heartache
Dark hair for catching the wind
Not to veil the sight of a cold world
I let my voice float out on the breeze, watching as a bird flew past. There was a sense of calm that was settling on my shoulders and I knew that I was ready.
The time seemed to pass quickly, and I didn’t want to ruin my voice, so I walked back to the lounge to find something to do. There was a deck of cards on the coffee table, so I sat down on the floor and dealt out a round of solitaire. I wasn’t sure how long it would be until everyone got back, so I figured a few rounds would be enough for now.
He kicked open the back door to the building, frustrated. It had been three days since she said she would heal him, and she hadn’t done it yet. He was beginning to wonder if she’d even meant it at all.
Storming up the stairs, he hesitated at his study door when he saw her asleep on the couch again. She always looked so peaceful when she was sleeping, and all the anger drained away as he watched her. She was lying on her side, facing the back of the couch. The back of her singlet had slid up slightly, revealing part of a tattoo on her lower back. He wanted to see more, to trace the lines of the rose and the lace.
He didn’t want to disturb her, so he stepped back out of the room, quietly closing the door behind him.
I stood outside the office, hesitating for a moment. Something was holding me back, like I knew that doing this would probably change things between us.
“You can come in.” Bane called out.
I jumped, surprised. Not sure how he’d worked out I was there, I pushed open the door and stepped inside. He was standing at the window, but he turned to look at me as I sat down.
“I’m sorry I made you wait.” I ran my fingers through my hair. “I just wanted to make sure I was up to it.”
“And you’re sure it will work?” He walked over.
I nodded. “It probably won’t be comfortable for you during the healing, but it will work. As long as I can touch your scars, I can heal your nerves and stop the pain. Lie down on the floor, and close your eyes. It won’t take long.”
He did as he was told, pulling off his shirt to reveal a mass of scars on his chest. I tried not to stare as he unbuckled his mask. His mouth was distorted by a large scar that ran across his lip, and I could only imagine how much pain he must be in all the time.
Lying back, he closed his eyes and waited for me to begin. I touched one hand to his cheek, and the other to his chest. His skin was warm, but I tried not to let it distract me.
I hummed, gently at first, then louder as I felt the vibrations moving down my arms. His body tensed under my touch, and I watched as the scars slowly began to shrink. I could tell he was in pain from not having his medication, and I was trying to go as fast as possible, but since I didn’t really know how it worked, I couldn’t really speed it up.
He grabbed hold of my arm, clinging to it as he writhed in pain. I was getting tired, but I pushed on. This was harder than I’d ever had to work before, and I wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer.
Finally, his body relaxed, and I felt the last of my energy leave my body. Collapsing beside him, I drifted into unconsciousness.
He opened his eyes. The pain was gone, and he breathed a sigh of relief. It was like a weight had lifted off his chest, and he felt strangely free. He sat up, looking around and noticing that she was lying on the hard floor beside him.
She seemed almost dead for a moment, and he was concerned until he realised that she was breathing slowly. He carefully picked her up, carrying her upstairs to his room. Placing her down on the bed, he walked into the bathroom to look in the mirror.
He barely recognised the face in front of him, and almost wanted to run and put his mask back on. He would need to get it altered first, and he didn’t have the energy to think about it right then.
Exhausted, he lay down on the bed. He was almost asleep when he felt her roll over and rest her head on his chest. He was surprised when he didn’t immediately push her off, but he was more surprised that he slid his arm underneath her and held her close.
I woke slowly, realising that I was not in my room, but in Bane’s. He was fast asleep in the bed beside me, and I looked over at him, curiously. I didn’t know how I’d ended up in his bed, but something was keeping me there. Whether it was just curiosity about him, or something more, I wasn’t certain.
I shook my head, trying to rid myself of those thoughts. Yes, I’d done something nice for him, but he’d literally kidnapped me and punished me. So why did I feel so drawn to him then?
Sighing quietly, I climbed off the bed and left the room. This was not a situation I wanted to be in, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to avoid it forever. For now, I would just have to push it aside and pretend I hadn’t felt strangely attracted to him for a moment.
I walked to my room, trying to think about anything else. But even as I stood in the shower, my thoughts kept drifting back to him.
“Seriously, Alex. You need to get a grip.” I whispered to myself. My pep talks weren’t great, and they rarely worked, but I didn’t stop trying.
I focused my attention on the water as it washed over me, feeling my body relax. Everything was fine, and there was nothing going on that I couldn’t handle. And I knew that whatever happened next, I was going to make it through.
Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around my body. I hadn’t brought clothes into the bathroom with me, so I walked back into my bedroom to get some. The sound of someone knocking on my door startled me, and I opened it a little to find Bane standing there.
“I can come back…” He hesitated when he saw me in just my towel.
I shook my head, stepping aside so he could come in. “It will only take a second for me to change.”
Walking to the wardrobe, I quickly threw on a singlet and some shorts before returning to him.
“I wanted to thank you.” He said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “I’ve been living with the pain for so long, I never thought that I could be free of it.”
I leaned against the wall, unsure how to reply. He seemed so vulnerable, and if I said the wrong thing, he might close back up and not talk anymore.
“You don’t have to thank me.” I ran my fingers through my damp hair. “I want to help. I know you don’t have any reason to trust me, and I don’t blame you, but I do want to change that.”
He stood up, walking over to me. “Does it matter to you if I don’t trust you?”
I looked up at him, momentarily taken aback by his question. When I didn’t reply, the corner of his mouth twitched up into a half smile.
“You had no idea if helping me would change things, but you did it anyway.” His voice was quieter now, and his face seemed softer, even as he loomed over me. “Why?
“I don’t know.” I felt my face flush, my skin heating under his gaze. I was lying again, but I didn’t want to talk about it.
“Yes, you do.”
I tore my gaze from his. “I miss my old life. Helping you seemed like a good way to get back into it. But you’re healed, and you don’t need me, so what happens now?”
“Why do you think I don’t need your help now?” He took hold of my chin, tilting my head up. “I’m good at what I do, but the people who hire me prefer to meet in places where I would stand out. They won’t talk to me directly, but they will talk to you.”
“You want me to be your secretary?” I asked, trying to hold back the pout that was threatening to form on my lips.
He shook his head. “No… That’s not everything I want. I know you were holding yourself back when you tried to influence my men. I think you can do more than what you have told me. And from what you’ve shown so far, there’s a lot that you can help with.”
I hadn’t noticed that his hand had moved from my chin, until it was on my arm. He was so close, and I wanted him closer, but before I could say anything, there was another knock on the door. He pulled away from me, walking over to open it.
I heard voices, but I couldn’t focus on what they were saying. I was just trying to get my pounding heart under control. After a few moments, Bane shouted something, and they both left.
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