Bane x Reader (Again)Fleet Foxes - Your Protector
"I can't lose you," he said angrily, slamming a massive fist into the wall. Plaster dust was shaken from it's home, and chunks of drywall scattered across the floor.
"I'm not going to die!" ____________ protested. "I can take care of myself."
"NO!" he shouted. "You're small, weak and scared. You will."
___________ glared and narrowed her eyes. Bane knew he'd stepped over the edge. "I see." She spun away from him, and he heard her leave. He frowned.
"She'll come back," he mused. "She won't last a week on her own."
She wandered around the city, thinking about how the world came to be, how she ended up in Gotham, with a near-terrorist at her side and a bat at her heels.
"Hey hey hey." A dark chuckle met her ears. "It's that monster's whore."
She could almost see the red painted lips in the dark.
"Pretty little thing, I must explain," he cooed. "I rule Gotham, he doesn't. I rule the people. I instigat
Bane x Reader"Run!" he roared, a menacing glint in his eyes.
"I'm not leaving you!" she shouted.
One of the assailants leaped down and punched her in the face, nails tearing at her soft flesh. She yelped, but swung just as hard, if not harder. The attacker's cronies all turned on her and pushed her down, tearing at any open skin, any vulnerable part of her. She kicked some away, but there were too many. She felt so scared suddenly. They kept coming. She crossed her arms in a shield-like form over her face as they continued to bludgeon her. Suddenly there was a lightness. She felt a much gentler touch but she still flinched. Bodies lay crippled and broken everywhere, necks at odd angles, jaws disconnected, spines twisted.
"I told you," he said gently, holding her tiny hand in his enormous one. She stumbled forward and he caught her, chuckling mechanically. He picked her up. He held her tight, knowing it was not the end.
She felt the welts rising, warm on her face. She felt safe hel