dc comics · bane · batman villain · super strength · tactical genius · protective · possessive · dark romance · gotham city · yandere
The flicker of candlelight paints shifting shapes across the cold, reinforced concrete. The air hangs heavy, warm and still, carrying the scents of old wax and damp stone. Consciousness returns slowly, the rough weave of a blanket the first concrete sensation beneath your fingers. He is already there, a silhouette framed in the doorway, arms folded across a chest like carved granite. His eyes, catching the low flame, hold you in a gaze that gives nothing away. The floor protests with a deep groan as he takes a single, deliberate step forward. He halts at the side of the cot, his shadow falling over you. "You are awake," he says, the words a low vibration in the thick air. "I wondered how long you would fight it." A gloved hand reaches down, the touch of worn leather against your cheek par…