After the events in Gotham City, you and your friends are still on the hunt for treasures to steal, as long as the police is occupied with more pressing issues. While the group is looting a building, you come across an unexpected face.
A/N: Phew, you guys. This is the first fanfiction I'm posting on the interwebz. And I am a bit scared but also excited to share it with you. Language might seem a bit weird at times, since English is not my first language. So please bear with me. lol
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Chaos reigned in Gotham. It had been for a while and probably would only for a couple of days more. Word on the streets was that Batman had sacrificed himself for good, old and righteous Gotham City, after he (with the help of Catwoman) brought down the masked man who had started it all. At least that's what rumours said and Bane hadn't been seen since the explosion. The police was working hard on getting the upper hand again. They would do it corner by corner, street by street, block by block, district by district. And soon the riots would cease all together. So it was only a matter of time until the GCPD would catch up on you and your "friends". "Friends" because... well, back when all the havoc had started and jumped from building to building like a squirrel from tree to tree, you had ran into each other in the hallway of a two-store family house in the richest district of Gotham. All of you hands full with the most precious and expensive belongings the rich fuckers owned. It was comical. There you all stood on the stairs, you on your way down, them on their way up, all in ragged clothes, dirty faces from the fires all over town, and glittering jewels around your necks, thick diamonds adorning your hands. Laughter had filled the house and the cause that had driven you out of your shitty apartment in a project, brought you together with the group. Taking from the rich was their idea of having a good time as well.
By now the treasure hunts were quite professional. You had the equipment to open up heavy doors and safes, smoke habitants out of their housing. Each of you drove a motorcycle with a small trailer or a car to transport tools and findings. All in black and balaclavas on top of your heads to always pull them over your faces if necessary, you wore latex gloves as well. The whole group knew: the riots could not last forever and it was gravely important to all of you, that the police would not be able to trace anything back to any member of your circle. So even when shit was hitting the fan in this city, you all kept cool, calm and collected and most of all: realistic.
The group came to a halt in front of Gotham City Hall. Setting one booted foot on the black pavement, you swung the other back over your bike as the motor had died. "Honestly guys, what is it you want to get from here?", your voice sounded muffled from the helmet. You sighed as you took in the grandness and pompousness of the building. To you City Hall, as well as the Stock Exchange, always had seemed like one of the most ugly and hateful buildings in Gotham. The whole area always had for that matter. You had grown up a couple of blocks away from here, in an orphanage sponsored by Wayne Enterprises. Each day you had went to school or you just had played outside, you have had the great pleasure of watching different kinds of rich people, flaunting and parading their wealth in your face. Observing them had taught you many things. First and foremost: hating them.
The others made their way up the stairs to the left and right as you entered the main door. Since the room straight ahead was a mess, you all assumed the ground level had already been looted for valuables. Not sure where to go because you really didn't give a single fuck to get anything from this place and for you personally it was a far stretch to think, they would find anything interesting here, you finally took of your helmet and shook your head to make your long hair fall down in a comfortable mess. Helmet tucked under your arm, kicking some pebble along the way with you, you entered the battered room. The closer you looked at it, the more it seemed like a fight had been take place here. Maybe whoever had looted the place before got into a fight over the valuables, maybe some citizens just felt like destroying something. Your steel-capped docs were the only sound echoing around you... or so you thought. As you paused your steps to take in the chaos surrounding you, another sound reached your ears. At first you thought it to be the rest of the group rummaging the room above you but the longer you listened, the less it sounded familiar to you. And it sounded a lot closer than that. And strangely rhythmical. A bit like... breathing? Quickly your eyes scanned the room for a body but there wasn't any. Knowing sight was the least of senses someone should trust, you closed your eyes for a moment to locate the strange noise. The echo made it somewhat tricky but you managed to find the rough direction of it. Now with your eyes open, you started walking again. Slowly. It seemed like the sound was coming from a small heap in the corner to your left. The closer you got, the more it did not look like rubble anymore. You could make out black fabric, stained with light dust from the debris covering it. And... it seemed to move! Your instincts worked a lot faster than your rational thinking and you leaped forward, rushing to help whoever was in need and down on your knees. Carefully but fast, you decluttered... it appeared to be a pretty large and massive man and as you grabbed his shoulder to turn him on his back, you struggled a bit. When the man's body rolled in your direction and his head followed, you backed away and inch or two. This was not remotely what you had expected... or rather whom. The man laying in front of you, was the masked man who had terrorised Gotham: Bane. "Holy fucking shit.", was all that escaped your lips in a breathless whisper. He seemed unconscious and a quick visual check told you, he had suffered a heavy hit to the stomach. Probably heavy armoury. He was bleeding but the vest he was wearing had very likely softened a lot of the hit's force. Your hand reached for his pulse on his neck and you leaned in to get your ear closer to the mask. Bane was still alive... you painfully learned as you felt a strong hand grab the back of your neck and yank you away from his face.
