The Belonging

The First Farewell

Minna woke up in a cage of Bane's ample arms. Lying on top of his hard-muscled body since the prisoner's bed was too small for the both of them to lie next to each other. His chest had been her pillow last night, his heartbeat her lullaby.

She didn't mind the hair on his chest tickling her soft cheeks the same way she didn't mind how overwhelmingly warm his body was. In fact, she reveled in it after many lonely nights spend in dumpsters with the sound of her own teeth clicking to pull her into what she feared would be her last sleep each time.

She didn't open her eyes yet, reliving the memories of last night. The night she lost her virginity. The night a man took her for the first time. The lust-filled night seemed to her more magical than one any prince charming could offer.

She also kept her eyes closed because despite all the evidence of him, his heavy arms caging her, his scent, his warmth, his heavy breathing, she still feared Bane might be a product of her imaginative mind. A mind that for some reason chose Gotham's Reckoning for this fantasy. A mind that has just been alerted into full consciousness by him.

He grunted some and tried to turn to his side, realizing at the last minute that he had almost made Minna fall. His little kitten. Still there with him, now staring up at his eyes with her head resting on his chest.

It had only been an hour or so since they went to sleep. Bane wanted to use every moment he had with her and she didn't complain, never complained when Bane took her for a second time or a third, until it became downright painful for him to ejaculate. Even though the tight heaven of her insides, soft like velvet, warm and wet with the union of Bane's release and her own juices, tempted him to continue, to never exit her body until he died of his endless thirst for her, they had to stop.

She had triggered a primal hunger in him that he found impossible to resist but as the night slowly died, he was a man at a feast who simply consumed too much. However, he could still gaze at the offering on the table. And so he did. Looked into the enticing brown eyes, traced the pink lips, and ran his thick fingers down the length of dark brown curls.

For the first time in forever, he woke up without the sudden desire to end his life. He has felt the urge every morning since he has been captured and put into confinement. The crushing weight of his failure and the absence of his mask was too much on the adolescent boy he sometimes still felt like.

That boy received the injuries, the scars, the beating. He cried as his skin was ripped apart and then stitched back together and his face was bandaged. He cried loudly and quietly whimpered. Woke up from the recollections of the beating he took with his mother's name dripping from his lips.

That boy had also wished he would die but at least he possessed victory. Talia escaped to the waiting arms of freedom successfully and Bane kept the men in the Pit busy long enough by sacrificing himself.

The younger Bane, the weaker one that couldn't fight off his attackers seemed a rich man to the Bane now. In possession of victory. In possession of ambition. In possession of anger.

Bane possessed nothing now. His plan for Gotham City failed miserably. Talia has most likely been killed by the Bat. He hasn't planned or hoped for anything from his future in a long time and he most certainly didn't feel anger in months.

It stood puzzling, even to himself now, why he wasn't angry. He felt like he has given up on everything now. The thought of escape and revenge were never entertained in that sorrowful mind of his. He just wished to rot away in his cell, possessing nothing.

Nothing except for Minna. Well, not really. He didn't possess her for good. Only for a little. They would knock on the door any time now, demanding she came with them. And even though she gave her all to Bane yesterday, even though she said she was his, she'd go.

"Morning", came the whisper of his little kitten, causing him to close his eyes for a second as if he could hold her voice in his memory for the end of time.

He only answered by brushing his knuckles down her sharp cheekbones, slowing his movement as they neared her smiling mouth. He'd kissed that mouth last night. A kiss he never thought he'd experience. His first. That willing mouth he had fucked, made to smile and captured in starving kisses, not hesitating even a little when he tasted himself on her lips. Everything he thought he could never do.

"How was the night's sleep, kitten? Did I snore?"

She laughed throwing her head back, her initial shyness in front of him gone with the full moon.

Her amusement echoed from the walls. Bane wished he could make sure the guards outside didn't hear this sweetest sound. He wanted to keep every voice from her mouth to himself. He shivered with a strange feeling when he realized the officers keeping guard outside the door heard all of her. Every giggle, every grunt, and every moan she let out. He couldn't indulge in it alone.

Another sound from her he couldn't save only for himself echoed in the silent room, "A bit".

She giggled some more, covering her mouth with her palm to keep silent, the way she tried to conceal the declarations of her pleasure a few hours ago. Bane reached out for that hand, turned it over, and kissed her small palm, keeping it pressed over his scarred lips as if he could swallow the sounds she trapped behind it.

She watched him with a shy smile. Not ready to admit how even though it was brief, she had the best night's sleep ever enwrapped in his arms and body heat.

"What about you? Sleep well?"

Bane blinked slowly. A silent "yes".

He slept like a baby. Once again something he thought he'd never experience. The pleasures Minna provided overcame the constant pain his body generated. Another miracle of his little kitten.

His.

Though not for long.

Just until the dreaded knock on the door came.

His until then. Only temporarily, but his nonetheless.

He pressed his lips against hers in a hurry. He had to indulge before the feast was over.