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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
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Looking at you I can see beyond this prison
That locks you in, hiding your true incarnation
A radiant shine, a warmth that I have never
Felt like this before – and want to feel forever
Our Neverworld, Xandria
I jerked awake, gasping for breath. My head hurt, my ribs hurt, and I felt so tired. I felt a hand touch my face and I opened my eyes to find Bane standing over me.
“Ow.” I whispered, as the light hit my eyes.
“You’ve been out for a while.” He said quietly. “How are you feeling?”
Sitting up, I coughed. Pain shot down my body, and I wondered if I’d broken something. I was too tired to heal right then, so I tried to focus on something else.
“Like I’ve been hit by a truck.” I laughed a little.
He turned away from me, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Something was troubling him, I could almost feel it radiating off his skin.
“What is it?” Reaching out, I gently touched his arm.
He sighed. “I plan for nearly every eventuality when I take on a job, but I didn’t plan on you getting hurt this badly. And I definitely didn’t plan for how it would feel if you did.”
I hesitated, trying to work out whether I should say something. My hand was still against his warm skin, just below the sleeve of his shirt, and I felt his arm tense a little.
“I wasn’t sure if you would even wake up.” He continued, his voice softer now. “I realised that I don’t want to lose you.”
Taken aback, I took a moment to choose my words carefully. “I’m not as soft as I look. And I’m not planning on going anywhere. But I don’t…”
He turned, reaching out to touch my cheek. His fingers softly brushed against my skin, tracing the edge of my jaw. I could feel my breath catching in my throat as his touch moved lower, down to my shoulder.
“You could have left the city straight away, when you got out. Why did you wait?” He asked, taking hold of my singlet strap.
“I don’t know.” I could barely think, distracted by how close his hand was to my chest. “Maybe I wanted you to catch me, just to see what you would do.”
He was closer now, and I could see that his eyes weren’t just brown. They were chocolate brown, the irises flecked with gold. I lost myself in them, and I was pretty sure that it had been happening since I’d first met him.
Before I knew it, I had moved so close to him that I was almost in his lap. I could feel his warm breath on my face, the heat radiating off his skin, and I just wanted to kiss him. But then someone knocked on the door.
I sat back, embarrassed, as he left the room. My heart was pounding in my chest, and all I could think about was the way his skin felt against mine. I was in deep already, and I wasn’t thinking straight.
When I heard footsteps walking away from the door, I suddenly realised that I was still exhausted. I lay down, curling up as I tried to think about anything but Bane.
“I tracked down the truck that ran them down.” Barsad handed over a photo. “It was stolen from a parking garage downtown. We’ll keep looking, but there’s nothing more I can give you right now.”
Bane nodded, waving him away. He was annoyed that he’d been pulled away from her for what amounted to a dead end. Walking back to the bedroom, he hesitated when he saw that she’d fallen asleep again.
He sat on the edge of the bed, watching her. He wanted to touch her, run his fingers over her skin and through her hair. More than anything, he wanted to control her body, to make her do what he told her to.
She reminded him of Talia, but before the anger, before the vengeance. That realisation came with a strange fear. If he opened up, let himself get closer to her, it could end the same way as before.
It made no sense to him at all. She was completely untrained, volatile, the opposite of his finely honed, restrained self. But maybe that explained why he was feeling this way. She wasn’t trained to act a certain way or follow a certain code. All of her anger, every action she made, that was all her.
I woke up feeling a lot better, a lot less physically exhausted. My head was still pounding like I’d spent to long in a nightclub, but I could focus, which meant I could heal. As I hummed to myself, I could feel the pressure releasing from my chest and head.
Dragging myself out of bed, I pulled on some clothes. I hadn’t eaten since the accident, and I was starving.
As I walked downstairs, I noticed that the building was quiet, with everyone out doing something. I was clearly trusted enough to be left alone, but not enough to be told where they were going.
I made myself a coffee, leaning against the bench as I got lost in my thoughts for a moment. My life had completely changed, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready for it to change more. What I wanted was so different to what I was prepared for, and I wasn’t going to pretend that I wasn’t scared.
I picked up an apple, slipping it into my pocket. I could have stayed to eat in the kitchen, but I was trying to avoid people. Whatever was going on between Bane and I, it was not something I wanted to advertise, nor did I want to answer questions about it.
Sitting down on my bed, I watched out the window as the moon rose up above the hills in the distance. It was a beautiful night, and being on the edge of the city meant the sky wasn’t totally polluted by the light. There were still stars, and they glistened beside the bright full moon.
“You’re looking better.”
I turned to find Rob standing in the doorway. I must have been sitting there for longer than I thought.
“I couldn’t heal while I was still exhausted.” I said quietly. “Thank you for getting me back here.”
He shook his head. “No problem. Boss wants to see you in the study. I wouldn’t keep him waiting, he’s not in a great mood.” He looked like he wanted to say something more, but decided against it, and left the room instead.
I took a moment, trying to calm my pounding heart. I didn’t think Bane was angry at me, but that didn’t change the fact that if he wanted to talk that badly, it had to be something important, and that scared me a little.
Walking down to the office, I tried to hide my fear. The door was slightly open, so I pushed it the rest of the way and stepped inside. He was standing at the window, looking out at the city, and he didn’t turn when he heard me.
I pushed the door shut, locking it behind me. Whatever he was about to say, I didn’t want anyone to disturb us this time.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you,” I began walking over to the bookshelves. “Have you read all of these?”
“I had a lot of free time as a child.” He finally turned, sliding his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he watched me.
I nodded. “You must have been lonely in that prison.”
He hesitated. “How…?”
“It’s amazing what people will tell you if you just ask.” I leaned against the wall, shrugging. “What did you want to talk about?”
“I want to give you an out, before any of this goes further.” He walked over to me, continuing when he saw the confused look on my face. “I’m not certain, but I have reason to think the people who ran you down were looking for me. If you stay here, I can’t guarantee you’ll be safe.”
I looked up at him, biting my lip as I tried to find the words. There was no way I was leaving yet, things were finally starting to get interesting here.
“I’m not leaving. I’ve been in danger before, and I don’t care if I get hurt.”
“These people will kill you if they manage to take you.”
I tilted my head, lifting the edge of my shirt to reveal a large scar just above my hip. “I technically already died once. I would rather live my life than be afraid of what might happen to me.”
He reached out, tracing the scar softly. “Who did this to you?”
“The Chinese Triad.” I whispered, trying not to gasp as his hand slid to my back, his fingers dipping just below the waistband of my shorts. “I made a mistake, and they punished me for it.”
“You’re not afraid?”
“Of what?” I asked, not breaking my gaze from his. “Of them… or you? No, I’m not afraid. Not of you, not of them.”
I was lying again, but only slightly this time. I wasn’t afraid of whoever was coming after him, and I wasn’t technically afraid of him. I was afraid of how he was making me feel, and that I was already in too deep.
“Do you want me to leave? Is that why you’re asking?” I wasn’t sure I wanted the answer, but I asked anyway.
“I want you to stay.” He tucked his other hand under the side of my singlet, resting it on my waist. “And I want to keep you here, but things have changed now. I will let you go if it means keeping you safe.”
“And I’m telling you that I don’t want to leave.” I pressed my hand to his chest, my voice firm. “So don’t ask me that.”
He had me pressed right up against the wall, so there was no escaping now. As I suddenly realised I’d forgotten how to breathe, his hands reached down and scooped me up. I could feel his heart pounding through his shirt, and I wrapped my legs around him.
His eyes drifted over my face, lingering on my lips. I couldn’t take it anymore, the weight of his gaze, the feel of his body against mine. But before I could do anything, he kissed me.
It was tentative, at first, like he wasn’t certain it was what I wanted. I almost pulled away, wanting to tell him that this was everything I wanted, but then his hand snaked around the back of my neck.
He locked his lips around mine, ravenously devouring me with his kiss. The tip of his tongue traced my upper lip, until I let my mouth part open, allowing him in. I couldn’t hold back the breathy moan that was escaping my throat, especially as his hand drifted down to my chest.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my chest harder against his. I wanted more, I wanted him to control me, to do whatever he wanted with me. But then I felt his phone begin to vibrate, and I broke off the kiss, a little disappointed.
“Your phone.” I whispered, breathlessly.
He kissed me deeply, gently lowering me to the floor. As soon as he answered the call, his demeanour changed, and I could tell it was important. He had a frustrated look on his face as he turned to the window to talk.
I didn’t want to eavesdrop, so I quietly crept out of the room. I was upset that we’d been interrupted yet again, but I had an idea.
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