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So Much Pain - Bane X GN Reader

Title: So Much Pain

Bane X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Reader's mother (Mentioned), Reader's adoptive parents (Mentioned), Reader's adoptive grandmother (Mentioned), some orphans (Mentioned), Bane's henchmen (Mentioned), and people from the pit (Mentioned)

WC: 2,429

Warnings: Mentions of past violence, mention of blood, suggestive, slight angst, kidnapping?, fluff, and mentions of injuries/scars

For the past couple of months, you were doing everything in your power to help Bane. He had done so much for you, that you couldn't help but return the favor. Bane had saved you long ago. You were in the pit with him since you were born, your mother died almost immediately after, and as a young child, he took care of you. He split his rations with you, made sure you were clothed, and so on. As the years went on, you grew fond of your savior, cuddling into him for warmth at night, whispering secrets in the morning. And, when the fight broke out, he helped you get out of the pit. You didn't leave without a reminder of the cursed place, your hands still hurt at the memory of the rope and your leg still bared the scar from the rough rocks.

When you got out, you traveled until you were found. It was hard in the beginning. Bane had thought you to trust no one, that was until you were brought into an orphanage and adopted out only months after. To those children, luck was on your side. Some children had spent their entire lives in the orphanage, waiting for a loving family to choose them to join their perfect home. But, you didn't want them. Though the couple that adopted you, Frank and Mellisa were great and treated you as one of their own, it was never enough. You wanted more than what they could offer. You needed something real. Something permanent.

It wasn't until you were twenty-two years old that you met Bane again. You were overjoyed to see him again. You saw the news on the tv, the reporter showing the video footage of Bane. He had gotten taller, stronger, you noted. What really stood out to you was the mask covering his face. It worried you slightly, unnerved you. Why was he wearing it? Was it a fashion statement or something more?

For a good two weeks, you went out every day in search of your long long friend. You didn't know where to look or anything, and you knew it was dangerous to leave your apartment alone, walking the streets alone. But, you had to find him. And, soon enough, you did. One of his delightful henchmen grabbed you from an alley and blindfolded you, taking you into the depths of the sewers of Gotham. There... You saw him again.

~~~

Roughly being sat down in a chair, the blindfold was pulled from your face. You blinked rapidly and looked around, confused and beyond worried for your life. You should've brought spray or something with you. Looking around you were in a cement room, somewhere deep below the surface of the Gotham streets. It was cold and yet you were thankfully for the lighting that was provided in the small room; the fluorescent light hanging above you. There was a small bed, no bigger than a twin sized or full, covered with many different blankets and one pillow. Besides that, a small wooden box, what was in it? You didn't know.

Then you heard the heavy footsteps, and finally, him. Arms crossed, wearing some sort of vest, Bane held eye contact with you before standing in front of you. Tall and brooding, you could feel a slight tension in the air. You were happy to see him again, but you didn't know what to say or do. You didn't know if he was still the Bane you remembered.

"One of my men thought it would be wise to bring you in." He spoke, voice deep and slightly robotic behind the mask.

You said nothing, waiting for him to continue. Bane brought over another chair, and turning it around to sit down, resting his heavy arms on the headrest, he continued to stare.

"In other words, he has been... Terminated." He finished and you bit your lip, knowing what that meant.

"You got out." You finally spoke, and Bane nodded. "How did you..?"

"The same way you did. A couple of years later... When I had more strength." He spoke simply, and you nodded, frowning slightly.

"You didn't come to find me?" You asked, Bane cast his gaze to the cement wall momentarily.

"I did, once..." He started and you tilted your head curiously.

"The orphanage." You guessed and Bane gave a short nod, looking back at you.

"I couldn't take care of you in the ways that you needed. Not anymore. You coming to Gotham was just luck."

"Fate." You corrected, and Bane scoffed.

"You're a romantic, aren't you?" He asked, and you shook your head, smiling softly.

"I don't think I am." You said.

Bane shook his own head. "They filled your head with romantics and fantasy, now you believe it all."

"What do you mean?" You questioned, and Bane stared back at you.

"Do you remember the pit?" He asked bluntly, and you froze.

"Yes..." You whispered, biting your lip until it bled.

You remembered the fights, the screaming, the pain. You curled your hands into fists, feeling the phantom pain of the burning ropes, the scar on your leg pulsing.

"Then you know the world is a dark and unforgiving place." Bane told you, and you swallowed thickly.

"No one cared about me. No one saved me, except for you. I know the world is cruel. I know people are evil. But, that doesn't mean there isn't any hope." You explained, and Bane's eyes narrowed.

"There was so much you didn't know. So many things that you didn't understand." He spoke, before standing.

Walking over with heavy steps, Bane hesitantly reached out, his fingers lightly caressing the top of your head. His voice was soft, gentle like you remembered, "And, so many things we need to go over, deliciae."

He then quickly left the room, leaving you to your lonesome once more.

~~~

As the days went on, Bane visited you every night, and just like before he held you close as you both fell asleep. You couldn't remember the last time you had such a peaceful sleep. Normally, nightmares pierced your brain, waking you covered in sweat and tears. But, in the darkness of the sewers, hand placed over Bane's chest, you felt the steady thumping of his heart. Knowing that he was safe and alive eased you. It was like he never left, and you were still in that hellish pit, huddled into him for warmth and protection. Yet, this time... You felt safe.

His visits lasted for two weeks, and you began to ask questions. You learned that he was one of the most feared criminals currently in Gotham City, and that he had the plan to destroy Gotham. You were all for the plan actually. Gotham was a terrible place filled with scum and villainy. You were sick of it, tired of seeing the crime and corruption that ran through the streets. You supported him, like he supported you.

~~~

Laying side by side, you watched as Bane's chest rose and fell with each breath, and your mind wandered. Bane stirred, and you turned your head to watch his face. He seemed restless, moving restlessly, his body tensing as his breathing calmed down. His arm moved slightly under your head, his other hand holding onto your waist tightly. Your eyes roamed the man before you, landing on the mask. You slowly reached out, as if to pet a stray cat or a wild deer, softly trailing your fingers along the strange mask. Bane hadn't spoken much about the mask, only that he couldn't take it off and that it helped him ease the pain.

You knew what love was. It wasn’t like in those books you read, nor the movies you had watched. This love you had for Bane was indescribable. You felt it deep inside, and no matter how hard you tried to suppress it, it always found its way back. It was a constant pull that drove you crazy. Your heart beat faster when he entered the room, your face heated up at the sound of his little name for you. As if you couldn't understand what it meant. That you were loved by him. And you did not know why this was so important to you but you just wanted more than anything else to be with him. To feel his arms around you again and know that everything would be alright.

Your heart plummeted at the thought of Bane hurt and in pain. You didn't want to see him like that. You wanted him to be strong, to be healthy and whole again. You didn't know how he was able to move about without the mask, but the thought of him struggling in pain made your stomach churn. So, you conjured up a plan of your own.

~~~

That was where you were at now, sitting at a small desk Bane gave you, looking between the notes you took and the multiple books you had. One thing you were grateful that your adoptive parents did for you was gave you a good education. You were smart, when in the pit you only knew Latin, Spanish, and Portuguese, but once moving to the US, they taught you English along with Italian, since your adoptive grandmother only spoke a little bit of English. You also graduated early from your high school, starting college at seventeen. By then, you already had enough credits to graduate early and join the workforce, so you did.

Now, you were studying criminology and psychology, working towards becoming a psychologist. You wanted to help others and assist them through their troubles. Along with that, you had a fascination with Chemistry. You wanted to help Bane. Help him by figuring out a way where he could still get his anesthetic but not have to wear the mask. It was hard work, and you almost felt as if it was impossible until you began reading a certain book.

Supposedly, with three different types of pills, which you could never pronounce correctly, there was a way for Bane to get his anesthetic without the mask. You felt as if you could cry with pure joy at the realization. Now, all you had to do was try and get the three pills, a whole supply of them for Bane too. You didn't know if it would work, but you had to try.

~~~

"No." Bane said simply and you pouted, shoulders dropping.

"Bane, please. This might be a slight cure for you." You begged, reaching out to touch his masked cheek.

Bane sighed and closed his eyes.

"I can't." He stated plainly, and you frowned, sliding your hand back towards yourself.

"Why?" You asked, and Bane grabbed ahold of your hand gently, his large hand encasing your small one.

"It's just a waste of time, deliciae." He spoke, staring down at you with his deep blue-green eyes, "Just because I'm in pain doesn't mean you have to suffer."

You frowned, shaking your head.

"How does that make sense? You're in pain! I have found a way for you to not be in any pain anymore." You huffed, "I hate seeing you suffering. I can't help it."

"It's a mask, it's just a mask. That's all it is." Bane chuckled, and you rolled your eyes.

"Why can't you just send one of your henchmen out and get them? Just one set of pills. I know what I am doing, Bane." You argued, and Bane sighed, before letting go of your hand.

"Fine." He spoke, and you smiled up at him, quickly wrapping your arms around him, hugging tight.

"Thank you!" You exclaimed, reaching up on your tiptoes and kissing his cheekbone.

~~~

Pills in hand, you double-checked your work before walking over to the bed, and sitting down beside Bane.

"From my research and a couple of books, I believe you have to just take one of these each, once a day." You spoke, uncapping each pill case and dropping one pill of each in his hand.

Bane looked down at the pills, if he was nervous, he didn't show it. Picking up a glass of water, you handed it to him.

"It should only take an hour for it to work, so it's not cured, but you at least won't have to wear the mask 24/7." You told him, and Bane nodded.

"You are very clever, deliciae." He praised deeply.

"I've studied chemistry, Bane." You spoke, shrugging, "I thought I'd do this for you, since you helped me so much."

Slowly, Bane gave you back the water as you watched him take off the mask. With a shaky breath, you let your eyes linger on his full lips, watching as they moved. He plopped the three pills into his mouth. He drank down the water, closing his eyes before setting the cup aside. Then he reached over to touch your hand, running his thumb across your palm.

"Thank you again, deliciae," He whispered, smiling only slightly, but you noticed it, smiling back.

Bane placed the mask back on and the two of you sat for the next hour, waiting.

~~~

Looking down at your watch, you sighed with bated breath, "It's time."

Bane reached up for his mask again, unclasping it and setting it off the side of the bed. Breathing in deeply, Bane said nothing as he turned to you.

"Is it working, are you in any pain at all?" You asked, scooting closer to him, taking his hand into yours.

Bane shook his head, looking down at you, his eyes searching yours. There was so much emotion in those beautiful eyes, and he kept looking into them, as if trying to read you.

"I feel fine."

Smiling brightly, you wrapped your arms around Bane, nuzzling your head into his neck, holding him tight.

"Well, I'm glad." You whispered, stroking the back of his head.

"We should get some sleep, deliciae." Bane murmured, but you stopped him.

Pulling back, your eyes glanced towards his lips, now free of the mask, and you felt your heart begin to race.

"Bane, I-" You started, but Bane leaned forward quickly, capturing your lips in a kiss.

Your heart raced faster and you felt like melting into him, kissing him back desperately. Your hands gripping his shoulders. You moaned softly as Bane kissed harder, tugging at your hoodie with his large hands. Falling back on the bed, his lips brushed against your neck.

"What about sleeping?" You asked and Bane smirked slightly, gazing down at you.

"Sleep can wait."

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