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“I’m sorry I’m late, but I was rather indisposed.” The big man didn’t even look away from him to the third occupant of the room, as if John was the most important thing here, and he probably was since Bane actually came to retrieve him.
“And what in the nine levels of hell was keeping you?” John asked feeling more like himself as the other mans presence soothed him, his witty remarks coming to him easily as they could and things that he wanted to say to the other.
“How did you get in here?” the third person chose that moment to speak up voice low controlled and he knew that the other man could hear him.
“It seems that someone was trying to make sure that if you were discovered missing, you wouldn’t be found. A sloppy half haphazard job, that didn’t leave too many clues. It took longer than I expected to track you.” Bane replied to the quested asked by John, effectively ignoring the blonde.
“Don’t tell me you’re getting rusty.” He teased a little knowing the man was anything but rusty. It helped to calm him down though and he knew the other man set himself up for that, his erection wilting as they spoke and he saw the gleam in his eyes as did.
The Kidnapper looked to him and down a frown marring his features as he look back to the masked man. He was visibly angry now that what he worked hard for was slowly going down.
“How long were you waiting at the rendezvous point?” He tried to move his arms again; they were burning from being stretched so long, and let out a low curse that had the masked man walking forward, slowly across the big warehouse.
“30 minutes, I figure something happened to you when you didn’t contact me. It took me a bit of time to discover a trail to find you, granted,” he looked around “I would have expected a better place to keep a prisoner, then again armatures are always sloppy.”
The addressed man began shaking in silent rage at the fact that he was ignored and grinded his teeth. He stepped in front of John a toned arm blocking him off. The rescuer stopped for a second, as if noticing Glenn for the first time. He knew that the other knew the blonde was there, he was always watching his surroundings the man never escaped his eye although he seemed to be focused on John he was anticipating what that one would do.
“How the fuck did you get in here?!” Green and Blue eyes ablaze as he screamed, the sound of it reverberating across the walls.
“Through the door,” Bane said simply as he stood there. He could easily take out the guy but he didn’t know what the other had up his sleeve and a gambit was not always the best option.
“I know you got in through the fucking door, but how?!” the man started stomping the ground like a petulantly, his hands clenching and unclenching for a good second before he became calm and exhaled. He ran a hand through blond hair pulling out the hair tie and combed fingers through his long locks. Eyes calm as he looked at the biggest man in the room. “No one should be able to get that door but me. I-“
“Rigged it with tripwire which connects to bombs that would go off and blow up the door and person unfortunately on the other side of it?” Bane looked bored, in his life he’d probably had seen more than his fair share of the same type of traps.
“How did you-“The man’s anger was coming back as he stopped combing his hair and gripped a few strands pulling them harshly enough that his head was tilting sideways.
“Know? Let’s just say I’m cautious,” he could see the man’s eyes hold evil intent, and knew that a smile lay behind the mask probably one cruel and with promised pain.
“Sure, so how did you know?” John questioned, the other not knowing he would get a answer himself.
“As I said little one caution, he’s an amateur at best. If he would have lined the door with the wire he might have actually accomplished what he sought to do. Alas all he did was line it up so that if the door was opened far enough it would trigger, something only a novice would do.” The man was providing him with information, telling him that he should not make the same mistake should he ever attempt to booby trap a door. He’d have to question him how to accomplish lining a door with tripwire later, or he could ask Barsad who was always hanging around somewhere. He was surprised the man wasn’t here now following his boyfriend, the man was ever loyal.
“Who are you hired muscle?” Mismatched eyes narrowed in confusion and anger at the banter between the two of them. From where John was, it appeared the man didn’t like to be ignored. He was slightly shaking in fury. His voice an octave lower than what he had ever heard from the man in the time they had been here.
“That’s my boyfriend,” John chuckled as the man’s eyes went wide in disbelief as he turned his gaze to him.
“No he’s not! He’s hired muscle how did he know where we were I planned everything out accordingly!” He was pulling his hair again his voice borderline hysteria. “How about I double what he paid you? He doesn’t know what’s best for him, I have to watch out for him or else he’ll become hurt.” The man ran a finger along John’s jaw line down to the R on his neck, which he rubbed affectingly.
“I can’t be bought,” was the reply to the bribe. At least from that John knew he was worth more than money which was helping to solidify what Bane thought of him in his mind.
“Everyone is worth something? How much do you want? A million dollars, two? Name the price and I’ll pay it?” From how much he was willing to throw away he could assume that the guy was used to throwing money around, old money then. He turned his head to glace over his shoulder hands still on Robin’s neck.
“Not for sale, I believe you have something that belongs to me?” he began his walk again and the man began to choke him a gleam in his eye.
“Come any closer and I’ll choke him to death, I don’t like anyway taking what is mine,” the threat seemed to have a effect on Bane and he stopped completely and he could almost see the man’s brain working rapidly to try and come up with a few different plans and the scenario for each of them.
“He’s not yours” a low growl was heard as he could feel the bigger man slowly becoming irate at the kidnapper. “He’s mine.” Low controlled and left no room for argument.
“No.” the hand clenched tighter and John struggled to breathe gasping a bit as his windpipe was slowly crushed, before the man let it go rubbing it in almost a apology. “He’s mine.”
“I’m no ones,” he spoke through the pain at both men, and was ignored. Sure he was Bane’s, sort of, but gods help him if he admitted that now.
“Listen Butch,” Glenn began, as he turned around. “Why don’t you leave us alone? We’re busy getting acquainted”
“Bane,” John said and Glenn looked him in the eyes confused.
“His name is Bane,” he said simply waiting for the other man to become scared. When the man didn’t it was his turn to become confused as the man just looked at him.
“That is a fucking stupid name,” this time a growl was audible, the sound echoing off the mask, “Sounds like a want to be villain. I mean who would name themselves Bane? If his name was Bane though that means he’d be ruining you, me taking you would be a good thing.”
The man had just insulted Bane and he knew the other was probably inwardly raging, or laughing he wasn’t good at telling those apart yet.
“Maybe I am a villain,” Bane said simply.
“How long have you been in Gotham?” John had to know. No one in Gotham forgot who Bane was he was still talked about to this day. The fact that he held a city for so long was nothing short of amazing.
“Two months, that doesn’t matter though. We’re going to move from here and go travel the world. I know an amazing little place in Florence we can visit.” His tone was seductive as he looked at John. He tied his hair back again as he looked at John as if he thought he was more attractive to him with his hair out of his face. He still didn’t realize he was attracted to the man on the other side of the room. Denial was a powerful thing indeed.
nbsp; “Let me ask you a question, how did you get him here?” Bane was ever the curious person, he also liked to see if people could prove him wrong or were more complex then they seemed.
“Easily I knocked him out; I didn’t want anything to come between us. Now nothing will, not even you, will. So I suggest you leave now.” A shooing motion followed what was said and he turned around to look back at John eyes already going back from angered to lustful as he thought the muscle-bound man would leave. John had to hide the smirk as the masked man was analyzing what went on with him already.
nbsp; “Chloroform was used, crude but effective I suppose.” The big man stepped forwards and the long haired one held his ground not in the least bit scared. It seemed that he thought he held all the cards here. “Not the route I would have taken all things considered. I would have used something more subtle.”
nbsp; “Subtle? Like what bashing his head into a wall or with a rock? Just because you can speak well you baboon doesn’t mean you are smart. Any animal can learn a trick or two, parroting doesn’t mean anything.” Glenn took what appeared to be a remote out of his pocket and waved it tauntingly “I wouldn’t take one step closer, you see I don’t like people looking at or touching what is mine and I have no trouble keeping it away from threats such as you. You’d break him given the chance you’re big, blocky, and probably stupid. No I’d nurture him stimulate him his mind and body and keep him safe.”
nbsp; The look on Banes face was a cross between rage and amusement. John knew why though, the man had efficiently called him nothing but a brute. Bane was more than a thug though and anyone who spent a more than a few minutes around him knew. His intelligence was something that would make any scholar envious. He learned it fairly early when the man could dissect, analyze, and plan with amazing accuracy. He could plot a bank robbery in a moment without using more than an iota of his brain, in the same second he could also come up with a dozens of ways to make sure no one would make it more than a few feet to the door.
nbsp; The big man got a contemplating look on his face as he looked up towards the ceiling calculating where the chain went and what it was attached to eyes trailed down past him and the man narrowed his eyes slightly. A motion where he didn’t know what was going to happen and couldn’t come up with a plan, it meant that he would have to adjust to the situation as things happened. He took a few steps back half in the shadows half out of the shadows waiting, watching for the right moment, Bane had patience of a saint when needed.
nbsp; The man looked away from the other for a second and that is what cost him, he thought the muscled man was slow; his size hindering him, but that was far from the truth. The muscles in his legs made him able to move faster than most people thought. With his ability to seemingly disappear into shadows and an unnatural speed for someone his size it made Bane more than a formidable opponent.
nbsp; Boots as silent as they could be on the warehouse floor was all that was hear before Glenn turned around shocked and a sickening crack was heard as the big man slammed a fist into his face. The was a look of horror as the fist connected the man’s neck snapping back and his body following, sending him a few feet away from where he was from where he was, the remote sliding a few feet away. Bane looked at the man spread out across the floor in disgust before he took in the naked form.
nbsp; “Why are you always getting into trouble little one?” Bane moved closer running his calloused palm across John’s cheek as he questioned him. John couldn’t resist and leaned into the palm.
nbsp; “Trouble just seems to find me it seems. I thought to myself, today would be a good day to be kidnapped.” Was the sarcastic retort the palm moved from his cheek up to the shackles holding his wrist.
nbsp; “Not so fast!” was yelled laced with pain from across the room and for a few seconds John thought everything would be okay, he really wished the man had used all of his strength and really knocked the guy out. Granted if he used every fiber of the strength he held in that body he would have decapitated him.
nbsp; They both looked at Glenn and the button was pressed, the sounds of a machine turning on filled the room, Glenn’s face split into a huge grin wide enough even The Joker would have been proud to see. His eyes were gleaming like a maniac the fire burning in the mismatched gaze as he looked up at the ceiling above him and John had a moment to wonder what was going on before he heard it. He fell down the few inches that kept him above the ground as the chain rattled and fell down to the floor making a loud clanging sound. Then the sound of another machine, faint this time, started up and he was yanked backwards roughly as the chain was pulled and he was dragged along the ground to who knows where.
nbsp; “If I can’t have you,” the voice was full of malevolent intent, despite the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, his hair in disarray, his face already looking swollen from the punch of the other man. “No one can.”
nbsp; The last thing he saw before he was jerked out of the warehouse was Bane running towards him for a second looking startled before the lean man ran towards him shoulder first in a tackle aimed at the legs.
He felt his body speeding towards something and wasn’t able to turn around. The surface was slick and cold as he was sliding across it effortlessly. He tried to flail but his arms were still bound. Curling his fingers he tried to find purchase on anything he could so that his momentum would slow down or hopefully stop. The metal underneath him was smooth; offering nothing to hold on as he fell backwards on what he thought was a slide. It was probably used for moving boxes or heavier things from inside. It was surprising that this one piece of metal was so well maintained when the rest of the building was slowly starting to show signs of its old age and lack of care.
nbsp; He saw the warehouse get further and further away as he was slowly being pulled down. The weight of what was pulling him felt like an anchor on his back. He was sinking lower, the smell of salt becoming stronger for a few seconds before he was submerged in the freezing water of the Atlantic. The sound from above becoming muffled, while the sound underneath the surface enhanced letting him hear things that wouldn’t be in his line of sight He closed his mouth immediately and tried to keep a lungful of air and he began sinking down into the abyss like a diver. Yes, that is what he was a diver without a way to float up. He looked up or what he considered up eyes open despite the burn from that salt in them and saw the darkness already taking over, the light from the sky fading as he slowly sank.
nbsp; John began struggling again in earnest, hoping that he could dislodge the chains that held him from the hook. He struggled, the spreader bar on his legs holding them in place making it all that much harder to move. He let out a few air bubbles as he struggled not to let in any ounce of water, he needed to stay alive as long as he could and try to get out. He was strong he was always fending for himself, being a orphan made one rely on themselves and nothing else.
He twisted and turned but the restraints were not shifting. He once again wish he had a lock pick on him even if his arms and wrist weren’t capable of moving, just the sense that he could have tried and he wasn’t strong enough to get himself free was better than not being able to try at all.
nbsp; John wondered what Bane would think of him. Would he be disappointed that he let himself be captured so easily? Would he be glad that his burden was lessened and he didn’t have to find a reason to be with him anymore? Would he even care that he was gone in this way? His body easily disposed of as it sank deeper with the weight. He tried not to make any faces as he let those thoughts course through his mind.
nbsp; He let out few air more bubbles as he fought down the instinct to take a huge breath, to let his mouth open to get oxygen. This wasn’t oxygen it was water, essential to life, but also very dangerous under certain conditions. This was one of those conditions and he knew he had to stave it off as long as he could. If for no other reason than to make sure he didn’t embrace an easy death. He was a fighter, in life and in everything he did. If he had to fight for Bane he would, there was no doubt left in his mind that he would. Although their relationship was still fairly new he knew with all his heart that he would fight for him if he had to. The other had fought for him against the man, granted it landed him here, but as brilliant as the other was he couldn’t predict everything, contingency plans didn’t always incorporate everything, it was a fallacy to believe they did.
nbsp; He would be the last of his immediate family to walk this earth, or rather be on this earth. His parents were dead and he had no siblings he knew about, his parents were faithful in their love of each other. It is what drove his father off the deep end after losing his wife, the debt from his gambling stacking up over the course of a few years. His parents were also only children so he knew that he had nothing there. His grandparents dead and even if they weren’t the probably wouldn’t want to have another child. He was the last and he was sinking deeper and deeper into the water.
nbsp; It was hard to find a reason to fight; this city would miss his alter ego, yet someone else would rise up to take his place. This city was full of survivors and people with their own brand of justice. He just hoped that the villain of the week didn’t off them before they could make It further then he could. This city needed a protector, Bruce had trusted him and he failed.
nbsp; John struggle weakly shaking his body as he felt his last dredges of air. His eyelids felt heavy he couldn’t find the strength to move, every movement was taxing the pressure of the water as well as the lack of energy from need to eating and air was starting to weigh heavily on him. He couldn’t hear anything anymore, the amplification of the water drowning out even those machines that were underneath the surface, closer towards the bottom of the pier. How far down was he going? There was always an end to something even the ocean had limits, the pier wasn’t too far into the ocean it shouldn’t be this deep.
nbsp; The anchor seemed to settle down somewhere and he felt his body sink with it against the ground. His body air allowing him to float up a few inches but it wouldn’t go up anymore than that. The shackles on his wrist, over the hook kept his body from drifting too far away. Even if he somehow managed to get free he didn’t think he would be able to make it to the surface. He was resigned to his fate here at the bottom somewhere in the Atlantic. He didn’t want to resign to his fate but he didn’t seem to have a choice, fighting wouldn’t do any good here. He had about a few seconds left of air left in his lungs and that wouldn’t hold him off for long as the water was lulling him into an almost meditative state despite its low temperature.
nbsp; Bane, he kept thinking about the man and he realized that he knew he was in love with him, or maybe just so close to it he couldn’t tell the difference. At the moment he couldn’t remember what started it, but he could remember the way the man’s big arms felt around him. Waking up in his arms or knocked out across his chest as the man would watch him with curious brown eyes. He could tell the man would smile at him behind the mask when he did something silly. The game they played with each other for a time unknowingly set them up for something much greater. They knew each other from the dance they did and although it wasn’t anything solid it did allow them to go ahead and “get together”.
nbsp; He wouldn’t ever admit it to himself and definitely not to the man himself but usually the man was the first thing he thought of when he woke up in the mornings. If time allowed him, and the man was asleep, he would watch him for a few minutes. Listen to the sound of that metallic breathing, lean in close and smell the dosage of pain killers that ran through the mask. Those times were his favorite though often rare; usually the man was up as soon as his breathing pattern changes. Sometimes he wondered if the man indulged him a bit by feigning sleep when he wasn’t, only to get up moments later when he entered the shower. Just to allow him the chance to admire him in the dim light of morning.
nbsp; A faint sound, a splash, or something was heard in the distance. So far away it really didn’t matter he wasn’t even sure how he heard it. Everything was becoming darker; spots were forming along the edge of his vision.
nbsp; Another splash this one louder, he didn’t even realize how he heard this one. The sound dominate his ears was the rhythm of his own heart racing. The blood roaring in his ears, that sound was only thing he heard now and he closed his eyes. He held out as long as he could till the very end, a trooper. Nothing mattered anymore as he knew this water would be his grave. It wasn’t how he had planned to die at all, a heroic death, maybe. An accident was likely to happen that could have killed him as his alter ego. The possibility of being shot while as a cop or a PI was very high on that list. Death by drowning wasn’t even on the list, he wasn’t afraid of water at all. He knew how to swim relatively well, he wouldn’t make it to the Olympics but he could hold his own if he had to do it for a long time.
nbsp; The darkness took him; he let out one final breath, the rest of the air bubbles leaving his mouth as he exhaled. His thoughts were of Bane and why couldn’t he have been there longer for him. He’d be forgotten easily enough; he didn’t think he made that much of an impact on the man. He really did wish he could be remembered. He didn’t want to die; he had so much to live for. The average person took 5-10 minutes to drown.
As John slipped into unconsciousness his body took over opening his mouth for much needed air, water began rushing in.