#john barsad

Barsad never thought that conversation he had with Bane a year ago would matter because you loved Bane with every fiber of your being, he was your everything. You had needs though, you and Bane fucked like rabbits, at least once a day, and if you didn’t have time for a quickie, Bane would at least leave you with something. Your appetite was insatiable and Bane knew that, hence why he asked Barsad of such a request, not that you knew that. 

Despite that though, Barsad and you have been on your own for a while now, having fled from the clutches of Batman. You didn’t think Bane would use himself as bait, usually it was Barsad taking the fall but unfortunately Bane was out of Venom, his mask broken leaving him unable to escape efficiently. You left him with a teary eyed kiss and a shaky ‘I love you always’. Barsad practically dragged you away in order to ensure your successful escape. The memory was fresh for the both of you as if it happened yesterday. Barsad replayed it over and over as he watched you barter with a wine seller. He was so lost in thought he barely registered you walking back in front of him. 

“Sadiqi aleaziz are you alright? (my dear friend)” You ask Barsad, snapping him out of his thoughts, a worried look on your gorgeous face. “Yes. Yes I’m alright. We should head back before it gets dark. I don’t want you to get cold.” You give him a smile, a hand touching his arm softly, “Ah sadiqi (my friend) you always worry about me, what would I do without you?” Barsad shakes his head and takes the bag from your hand, “Probably catch a cold, so let’s head back.” You nod with a smile as he leads the way, you close by his side, arm looping through his. 

Everyone knew you as Bane’s lover, the ever loyal lady so you both tried acting romantic out in public not wanting to draw attention. You both didn’t need anyone flirting with either of you and asking questions, so it was just easier that way. “Will you make a fire tonight?” You ask him quietly and Barsad eyes you a bit, “I don’t think that’s a good idea, it might draw attention.” You merely nod, your expression sad as you remember how Bane would always light a fire for you whenever you were down. “If you can wait until the moon is at its highest…maybe it won’t hurt.” Barsad suggests, hating to see you so sad and clearly remembering Bane. 

You lean your head on his shoulder, a smile forming now at his words, “I will wait as long as I need to. Thank you Barsad.” He hates the way his chest tightens and face heats up a bit at the close proximity. He felt wrong for the slow forming feelings, he shouldn’t be picturing you in that light, you belonged to Bane and Bane alone. Ever since that conversation with your beloved though his thoughts of you began shifting. 

Would there ever actually be a need that strong that he needed to tend for you? The thought alone has appeared in his mind in the late hours of the night more than he would like to admit. It’s been a while for the both of you, him longer than you but he was used to being without such pleasures. His face was growing hotter as he pictured what it would be like with you, would you be the type of lover who needed it rough or slow and sensual. He shouldn’t be thinking of this outside with no privacy to conceal any mishaps that might happen. 

“Sadiqi (my friend) ?” You repeat as you look up at Barsad, the man’s face clearly red, sweat forming on his brow, “Sadiqi (my friend), answer me?” You stop in front of him and put a hand to his chest to catch his attention. It works when you put your hand on his forehead, checking his temperature with concern written on your face. “You are warmer than usual, you worry about me too much yet here you are probably catching a fever. Hurry, we must get you inside.” You tell him and the man just nods following as you walk faster. “I’m sorry to worry you.” 

You both get back quickly, Barsad locking the five locks on the front door, before you drag him to the small loveseat. “Sit. I will prepare a meal and get you some water.” You command and he chuckles as he sits down not wanting to upset you by being stubborn. “Honestly I’m fine. My brain has just been wondering today. I apologize.” You give him a look before rolling your eyes and getting him a cold glass of water anyways. “Hush. I will start on dinner.” You say and the man shakes his head as he removes his coat and scarf placing them on the back of the couch. “Alright alright.” 

You prepare a simple dinner quickly, white rice and chicken, it’s boring but it’s all you two can afford being criminals at the moment. Luckily you had an orange each this morning for some variety, it was quite the refreshing breakfast. You sit alongside Barsad on the small couch,  both eating your food. “It’s very good.” He tells you and you can’t hold in your laugh. 

“Ah sadiqi (my friend) no need to lie. It’s merely rice and chicken, with barely any spices. I had to use the last of what we had unfortunately.” You smile and he shakes his head, “You add love and care for your food. That is a skill I have yet to acquire.” Barsad explains and you hum, 

“Actually you might be right about that. Besides helping you two out I have always loved to cook.” You smile picturing what life would be like if none of you were mercenaries and instead had easy lives. You wondered if in an alternate world you could be a housewife as Barsad and Bane worked doing whatever it is. You never had the chance to think of things like that or maybe you’d have a better fantasy to daydream about. You jump a bit, feeling Barsad’s hand gently touch your shoulder, your eyes looking at him and he only smiles. “Now it is you who is lost in her head. Where were you?” 

“I was thinking what life would be like if we weren’t dealt bad cards, if we weren’t mercenaries. Would we lead simple lives in the country, maybe tend to some animals or live in a loud city. Maybe I’d be a housewife cooking for Bane and you. Or maybe I could have a food stand in a simple town. My own pastries, the smell rolling down the street.” You stare at your food and sigh, “Who knows?” Barsad nods along and stares at his food as well. If they lived different lives maybe they would be able to eat like kings and never look over their shoulders in fear and worry. 

“Oh well. It’s no good thinking of what ifs.” You smile drawing the man back to reality along with you and he nods as he continues to eat the food you prepared. 

Time passes and you both finish and clean up. You both busy yourselves when Barsad finally knocks on your door, opening it to see you reading a book you've read over a hundred times. “It's late enough if you would like a fire?” Barsad asked and you jumped to your feet quickly with a smile. “Absolutely.” 

The fire was warm, crackling as embers flew up in a pretty dance with the wind. You loved them, the warmth, the light and shadows they created. It was like music without a radio. “It's not like Bane’s; he was always better at them.” Barsad states and you just smile. “It's perfect.” Barsad watched as you let your mind wander, your gaze upon the fire like it always was. Bane and Barsad would be the ones conversing as you de-stressed using the fire’s warmth, Bane found it intriguing while Barsad would joke that you were a pyro and maybe in a way he was right. 

Your thoughts morphed from sweet images of Bane to something more risky, remembering the night he took you by the fire. The flames crackling were not even close to covering up the lewd sounds and words that were shared between you. Bane always took you like a mad man fuelled by passion and desire, you craved his touch just as much though, it drove you both wild. He was your everything and now you weren’t even sure if he was still alive. You missed his eyes on you, his calloused hands roaming along your body as he whispered sweet words into your ear as quiet as a man with a mask as loud as his could. You missed how he would cradle your face so softly while his hips brutalized your insides, the contrast of sensual and ruthless drove you over the edge every time. 

Barsad noticed you squirm and his eyebrows furrowed wondering what you were thinking of, but he didn’t dare ask. Instead he looked back at the fire, side eyeing you from time to time to check on you. It was only when you pressed your thighs together with a heavy sigh that he realized you must have been thinking about Bane in an intimate way. He has caught the two of you in some sticky situations not that he would ever tell you, he’d never want to embarrass you in such a way. Instead he would go to Bane later on and crack a joke that only he could get away with making the larger man huff out a response, “What can I say, she has an insatiable appetite.” 

“I think I’m ready to go inside now.” You say making Barsad nod his head, the thoughts probably getting too much for you to not satiate them. His face grew warm at the thought of what you might do in your room as he slept a few feet away on his own. “Of course I will get this out. You rest well.” Barsad goes to push some sand on the slow dying fire when your hand touches his shoulder softly. “Thank you for always taking care of me azizi (dear).” Barsad smiles as he touches your hand gently, “Always.” It’s the same thing he says to Bane and he would always say it to you as well. Both Bane and you have his utmost loyalty till the day he dies, anything either of you needed he wouldn’t hesitate. 

You smile before walking away, but once you turn it’s gone just as fast. You walked quickly to your room in hopes that sleep would help the thoughts that coursed through you but when you laid in bed sleep didn’t want to take you. “Dammit.” You huff as you toss and turn, the sound of Barsad walking to his room heard through the thin walls. Squeezing your eyes shut you literally counted sheep hoping that something would work, and eventually it did…for a bit. 

Barsad awoke some time later, the moon still out, he sighed as he rolled on his back to stare at the ceiling. He would’ve gone back to sleep but swore he heard a noise, grabbing his beretta he quickly walked to the living room and looked around. “Hmm.” He inspected the locks and found no foul play but his heart dropped thinking of you picking the room with the window, he hated the idea at first but you begged and who was he to deny you of anything. Walking quickly yet quietly he placed an ear to your door, there it was.

He heard your muffled cries, and heavy breathing, then a pained yelp which had him scowl, whoever was in there making you sound like a wounded animal would surely be put to swift death. Barsad barged through the door with his gun pointed ready to shoot only to find you, gasping as you pulled the sheets up over you upon seeing him rush in.

“Are you alright? I heard you crying, you sounded in pain. I thought someone might have found us.” Barsad questioned as he glanced around the room, his eyes not finding an intruder but definitely noticing your panties and pants from earlier thrown on the floor beside your bed. Barsad stood straighter, that pale skin of his heating up quickly as he realized what he just interrupted. Fuck he felt so stupid for assuming the worst. 

 You also felt embarrassed but you were definitely crying but not from harm, more out of frustration. Bane had longer fingers than yours, thicker and more calloused while your hands were tiny and too soft to give you the friction you truly desired. “I- I’m sorry I didn’t mean to wake you.” You stutter out as you squirm in your bed, breathing still heavy. 

“Don’t worry about it.” Barsad turns to walk out but his feet feel like cinder blocks are attached to them all of a sudden. Bane’s words playing in his head of taking care of you in all ways, he would do anything for you but would he do that- could he do that? Barsad took a deep breath and softly closed the door, your eyes narrowing as you watched him place his gun on your side table. “Barsad?” You question the man who only sighs but can’t meet your stare just yet. 

“You are lonely, yes?” Barsad asks you and you swallow the lump in your throat, “You miss him…” He carries on, his eyes briefly glancing at you for a minute before looking at the sheet that’s covering you. “I can’t come close to replacing him but I could-”

“Sadiqi (my friend) , what are you trying to suggest? Our loyalty both lies with Bane.” You tell him and the man sucks in a harsh breath before looking at you. “I know it does…but right now my focus is on you. Bane left you in my care and if you need anything I can be of service in more ways than one. He’ll understand since he told me.”

It was your turn for your face to heat up, your legs raising up together to shield you even though you already had the sheet covering your form. “Don’t tell me Bane suggested that you…” You pause and give him a look that makes Barsad chuckle as he nears the edge of the bed. “I know I was quite as shocked as you were. He cares about you, your safety, your sanity, your needs. He entrusted you wholly to me, no one else has the right to see you in such a light…not even I but what Bane wants Bane gets as I will always obey.”  Barsad crawls on the bed closer to you, his hand finding your ankle. The look he gives you would have any woman melt but it’s how he asks that makes it even harder to deny. “Azizati (my dear) won’t you allow me the chance to fulfil Bane’s wishes?” 

Your words get lost in your throat, a lump formed from shock and nerves. Had Bane really entrusted that in his care…but Barsad was never the type to lie, especially not to you. All you can do is nod, your legs slowly lowering as he comes closer. When he nears you his hand comes to caress your cheek softly, “I would do anything for the both of you.” His voice is quieter, like a whisper and if you weren’t eagerly listening you’d probably miss it. You smile as his thumb rubs your cheek tenderly. “I know.” Your hand goes over the one he’s placed on your cheek giving him a small smile, you’re not as nervous as you thought you’d be. 

“May I?” He asks you, his hand raising up your leg to grab the top of the sheet you’re clutching onto, his face coming closer to ghost his question over your lips. “Yes.” You whisper back and let him move the blanket off of your body as he closes the gap between the two of you. His lips move slowly over yours, tongue licking softly at your lip till you open your mouth and let him in. If your eyes weren’t already closed they probably would’ve rolled back into your skull and on the floor. “Mmm~” You can’t help the hum you let out into the kiss, his hand moving to the back of your neck as the other runs along your bare thigh. 

You gasp into the kiss feeling his hand rub your thigh, the skin there sensitive, your body being without human contact for so long you feel like you’re living in a furnace. Barsad is calculated and sensual as he moves, as if he’s made love to you a hundred times and it leaves you breathless. His hand moving to your hip under your shirt before coming slowly down your front until his thumb brushes your sensitive clit. You’ve been trying to get yourself there for a while now before he strolled in, your pussy soaked ready and slick as he slid in two calloused fingers. His hand moves softly but the texture is rough, years of hard labor evident, they remind you of Bane’s and your head falls back with a moan. 

“I’ll take care of you azizati (my dear). Relax.” Barsad’s voice is soft in your ear as he starts to kiss along your neck making you whine when he hits that spot that Bane would torture. Barsad lays you down, his fingers working in your cunt until he found that place he knew would make you arch. “UH! B-Barsad~” His name falls off your lips like silk slipping through your fingers, it makes his heart skip a beat at the sound, his fingers finding that spongy spot that had you gasping. The man was a sharpshooter after all and used it in other ways than just guns, his fingers rubbing your g-spot with consistent precision. 

He was ravishing you, his lips leaving marks along your neck going lower and lower as his fingers prodded your pussy over and over. “Barsad! Ah! So good~ thank you! Nngh! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!” Your babbling was making the man hot and he was so glad the room was dark or you would’ve seen how red he was. A heavy blush on his face he just knew it. You could feel his breath on your pussy, your back arching when he sucked your clit into his mouth as his fingers continued to thrust into you. Your hand had a mind of its own when you tugged on his hair, his eyes looking up to your face to watch your reaction. 

You looked lost in the throes of pleasure, his tongue circling your clit before sucking the sweet bud into his mouth with a hum. If he was going to fulfil a request from Bane then he was going to give it his all. His tongue sliding down to lick your slick that was slipping past his fingers with a groan before sucking your clit again, you tasted like forbidden fruit, delicious and tantalizing. It’s been so long for you and Barsad was working your cunt so well you barely realized your orgasm was crashing over you until your whole body shuddered and you literally screamed his name into the moonlite air. His eyes never left your face but they did roll back for a second with a deep vibrating groan as your thighs unconsciously squeezed shut a bit, hand pulling his hair till he hissed. He wasn’t going to stop even if you yanked a chunk of his dark hair out, whatever you needed and however you needed it is all he was thinking about. Hell your plush thighs could suffocate him and he would see it as a job well done. 

“S-shit I’m sorry sadiqi (my friend).” You pant as you glance down, your thighs falling open to release the man, fingers smoothing his hair before propping yourself up. Your breathing hitched when you felt him remove his fingers, his soaked hand going to your hip as his lips kissed your clit then over to your thigh. “Barsad?” Your voice is an obvious question as you watch the man kiss up your stomach before stopping under your breast. He lifts his weight up, now hovering over your body to stare down at you underneath. “Are you satisfied enough azizati (my dear)?” You give a weak nod, but the way you squirm as you stare up at him with this look in your eyes tells him he’s barely scratched the surface.

Barsad leans closer to you until you’re forced to lay flat again, arms going at your side, breathing heavy as his lips ghost over yours, “You can let yourself go. Let me rid you of this torment so you don’t have to be without any longer.” You give him a longing look, but you know he’s right, he’s already helping you why stop now. “Okay.” You whisper to him and accept the way he leans down to kiss you deeply again. Your hands move to the hem of his t-shirt and lift to expose his skin to the air, both pulling from the kiss so he can throw his shirt with your clothes on the ground. Your hands quickly throw your tank top off as well, before moving to push his pants down exposing his already leaking cock. 

“Will this ruin our friendship, Barsad?” You ask glancing up at him briefly and he gives a breathy laugh that turns to a hiss as you grab his cock in your soft hand. “Nothing could ever, azizati (my dear).” You smile knowing the answer already and lean up to capture his lips again as your hand strokes his cock. 

He was nowhere near as thick as Bane but that was to be expected with the man’s massive size, but he was still a good size, long but not crazy thick, a slight curve upwards that had you intrigued. You brought your legs up to wrap around his waist and pull the man close to you, Barsad chuckling at your eagerness, Bane did say you had an appetite and now he’s seeing it first hand. 

The man breaks the kiss to kiss along your cheek to your neck, kissing the other side that he missed from earlier, a moan leaving you as he sucked a mark under your ear. You whine as you feel him grind against your slick folds, your hands moving to grip his shoulders, “Barsad, please don’t tease me.” You beg softly as you grind your hips against him as well, your wetness coating his aching tip that leaked precum on your clit. “I’m sorry azizati (my dear).” You could feel the smirk against your neck from his mock apologize but he complies nonetheless.

Moving one of his hands to grip the base of his cock, running it along your soaked and pretty pussy before thrusting his hips just enough to enter the swollen tip. “Nngh~”  You whine at the feeling, your body clinging to him, silently begging for more. His lips move back over to yours as he looks at your lustful eyes. “How do you need it?” You feel your face heat up and it wasn’t from the desert heat, but the way he intensely stares at you as if he could capture the whole world for you.  

You can’t keep his gaze, your head turning to the side to whisper bashfully, but he’s so close he hears you clearly, “Hard…please.” He found it funny how you’d go from bold to shy so quickly and he wondered if it was the same when you were with Bane. Barsad leans down to kiss the cheek that is facing him before sucking a mark under your jaw, hips snapping forward with a force that has you gasping, back arching. 

Barsad leaned his weight on one arm as the other hiked your leg higher, grabbing the back of your knee to pin your leg, “Just relax azizati (my dear).” Barsad breathed into your skin, feeling your pussy clench around his cock has him groaning into your collarbone. His teeth nipping your skin making you whine as your fingers scratch down his back, “Ugh! Barsad!” You have to commend his skills, his marksmanship even extends to finding that spongy spot in your cunt over and over. Memorizing your body quickly as if it was the intel to a mission, hips snapping into you roughly as his hands held you gently, the contrast of sweet and rough driving you mad. 

“More~” You moaned without really hearing yourself, your lust washing over you taking control of your words and actions. It always got like this, Bane found it enduring how you would zone out and let your body do all the work. Your moans only grew louder, your nails digging crescent shaped marks into Barsad’s back making him hiss. “Anything you need.” He grunts giving you one last kiss on your collarbone before lifting up to stare down at you. 

Your hands fall down at your side, chest heaving from the exhilaration, eyes glancing up at Barsad briefly, his gaze not meeting yours as he watches where the two of you connect. He can’t help but lick his lips as he sees the ring of sticky cream coating the base of his cock, the vein on his cock twitching from the grip of your tight walls. He pushes your legs back towards your chest, forcing your hands to grip the sheets for leverage, his eyes finally glancing up to look at you making your heart skip. You look away and he just chuckles before slamming his hips into you again, a broken cry ripping from your throat that makes his eyebrow raise, “Are you doing alright azizati (my dear)?” 

You nod still not looking at him, your usual confidence with Bane long gone, “Y-yes.” You stutter and he smiles down at you, hips slamming forward over and over again. The bed rocked against the wall, creaks from the old bed loud in the room but not as loud as the wet slaps of skin. Your pussy wet and soaking his cock, lewd noises filling the space between the both of you. You might have been too shy to speak but your cunt was doing all the talking for you and Barsad was listening to every word. He was trying to keep his grunts and groans to a minimum but the way you felt wrapped around his cock was too much.

“AH! Ugh! B-Barsad yes~!” Your back arched as he leaned further into you, his cock going deeper and deeper until your mind went mad. It was bliss the way he filled your insides, his cock battering your pussy till tears sprung. “Fuck finally! UGH YES!” It was a good thing Barsad was holding onto your legs so tightly or they would’ve closed shut from how hard they were trembling. Your orgasm knocking you down until you saw stars, vision blurring as you finally felt release. Fingers holding the sheets tightly as strings of moans and screams left you, Barsad swallowed the lump in his throat watching how you came undone. 

“There we go my beloved.” Barsad praised as his hips continued to snap forward riding the orgasm out of you. “So stunning.” Barsad continued to spill sweet words making your skin tingle as you felt the aftershocks of your orgasm. 

You gasped, a broken choked out sob leaving you when you felt his calloused thumb rub on your sensitive skin. “Sadiqi (my friend) I - I don’t think I can - Ah! Nngh~! Barsad!” Your voice was broken, legs shaking and Barsad merely shushed you softly as he only rubbed at your clit harder. “Shh just relax my beloved and let go just one more time. I know you can handle it.” You whimpered loudly as you felt him thrust into you harder, your body on fire from the whole ordeal. It all felt unreal, Bane really letting you have such pleasure with none other than his loyal comrade. It seemed like a set up and even if it was you were too far gone to care at this point. 

“Barsad- I'm ah- I'm gonna cum~” You moan again and Barsad sucks in a breath at your statement. “AH!” You scream in ecstasy, your slippery pussy tightening and spasming around Barsad forcing a groan from him. “Shit.” He cursed as his eyes rolled back, his cock twitching in warning as he rubs your clit faster till you gush all over his dick and thighs. You’re gasping loudly, chest heaving rapidly as you come down, your eyes looking up at Barsad who probably looked just as wrecked as you. 

“Cum for me Barsad. You’ve done well.” Your words make him groan and he pulls out quickly, not wasting a second to do as he’s told. His hand goes to stroke his cock but you do it for him instead. “Such a loyal friend Barsad, taking care of my every need.” You sit up and stroke his cock softly but quickly, your soft skin feeling like velvet around his throbbing dick. 

“A-always.” He breathes and you come close to kiss along his neck making him groan again. Barsad places a hand through your hair gently guiding you back to his lips where he kisses you deeply, a groan slipping through the kiss as you feel his cock twitch in the palm of your hand. You could feel his warm cum oozing in your hand but you continue to stroke until he’s shaking, pulling away to lay his forehead against yours. 

“Mission well done sadiqi (my friend).” You tease the man and he just gives a breathy chuckle and a lopsided smile. “I’m glad to be of service.” 

Both of you jump when you suddenly hear a bang, Barsad giving you a look that told you to get dressed quietly. Barsad pulled his pants up quickly, leaning over to kiss your head like he always did, a tender gesture that Bane always joked about. He took a steady breath and grabbed his beretta as he headed out of your bedroom door, skills kicking into hyperdrive. 

The sharpshooter quietly walks down the hall gun held high ready to fire, he frowns when he sees the door closed but all the locks busted to absolute shit. He stops dead in his tracks, a shiver going up his spine at the deep voice that spoke, like a ghost it was bone chilling. 

“Glad to see you always following orders brother.” Barsad’s head snapped in the direction of the sound, gun lowering as he sighed in relief. Finally Bane has returned.

You’re about to tell your boss you’re only down here to get a band-aid, but he speaks first. “Aha! If it isn’t just the person I was hoping to see!” He beckons you over to his office and leads you to one of the plush velvet chairs in front of his desk before walking around to sit behind it. “Take a seat. You too, big man,” he says. The man he’d been standing with before you’d entered the room sat in the chair next to you, and the chair creaked with the effort of supporting him. “This is the tailor I was telling you about!” Cobblepot says, pointing to you with a wide smile. “She makes all my suits, which is why I’m the most dapper man around!” You immediately freeze in your seat. If Cobblepot is acting excited about anything other than a visit from his beloved Edward Nygma, it was most certainly bad news, and as much as you want to stay far away from whatever “it” is, it seems like you’re right in the middle of it. 

“Y/N, meet Bane,” Cobblepot says with grandeur. You look at the man sitting next to you warily. “Bane only just arrived in Gotham last week, and as the king of this city, I like to know who the big players are, and I think this man is going to bring something new to Gotham that can benefit my circle of friends and colleagues greatly…well I suppose it would be more accurate to say he is going to remove something from Gotham.” Bane nods curtly and crosses his arms, clearly growing tired of the Penguin’s little speech. “Alright, so now to the point of you, little tailor. Well you see, Bane here is a large guy, he has some trouble finding comfortable clothes. So I need you to take his measurements and make a few things for him; I’ll let him specify what they are exactly.” Cobblepot stands and makes for the door to escort you and Bane out of his office, but you don’t move. “Y/N, don’t keep me waiting!” Cobblepot snaps. 

Crossing your own arms as you rise from the chair, you take a step towards your boss. “Before I begin working on this…special project,” you start, eyes darting over to Bane before sliding back to Cobblepot. “I want to address the matter of compensation. Making clothes for Bane will require significantly more material as well as more time than your clothes do. With an increased cost of production, the pay should be higher, yes?” you ask, raising a brow as Cobblepot’s own eyebrows slant in anger. 

“You are in no position to be making demands, you little-” he snaps before cutting himself off, remembering he has company. 

“I also need more band-aids for the first aid kit,” you say, refusing to back down. Cobblepot nods and sends you a withering glare that tells you you’re going to regret opening your mouth before escorting you and Bane to the bottom of the stairwell you had descended not long ago. 

“Go take his measurements and compile a list of anything you need that you don’t already have; I’ll have it picked up this evening. And remember my navy and purple suit with the yellow accents needs to be done for tomorrow evening’s function!”

“Yes, boss,” you sigh as he makes his way back into his office and you lead Bane up the stairs. 

–

“Stand here please,” you direct Bane as you grab a stepstool, measuring tape, notebook, and pen from around the room. “So, what will I be making for you?” you ask as you flip to a clean page of the notebook. 

“The first thing I need is a coat,” he answers, and you take in the sound of his voice for the first time. It has a slight lilting quality but sounds menacing all the same, and the mask gives it a tinny undertone. 

You nod and step onto the stool to begin measuring his muscled back over the tight black shirt he wears. “Can you tell me more about the kind of coat you want while I measure?” you ask, using his back to support the notepad as you write down his measurements. He looks over his shoulder at you, glancing down to where you’re writing, but he doesn’t comment. 

“I care about functionality,” he starts. “It seems it can get quite cold here in the wintertime,” he continues, and you move around to his front side and ask him to hold his arms straight out to the sides and measure his chest. He looks down at you as you work, and you write down more measurements. Pulling the stool around, you kneel to measure his waist, listening as he finishes describing the coat he wants. You can’t help but notice his stomach is a bit softer than the rest of him, though there is still certainly muscle there, and it brings you a sense of comfort, reassuring you that the man you’re alone with is human. A very large, strong human who could probably kill you faster than you could blink, but human nonetheless. 

You stand on the stool to measure his height; he’d mentioned wanting a bit of a longer coat, and just as you’re about to write the measurement down–using his body for support, which he had continued to say nothing about–the door bursts open and a man with reddish-brown hair and a five o’clock shadow shouts “Bane!” Your head snaps up, and you’re about to reprimand him for storming in when your weight tips the stool and you fall. You brace for the impact of the hard floor, but it never comes. Instead, you find yourself in Bane’s arms.

“Thanks,” you blush, and he nods as he sets you down. 

“Barsad,” he says, turning to the man who had just stormed in. “I told you I would be out until after dark and not to disturb me. What is it?” Barsad looks between you and Bane, hesitating, but Bane waves him on. 

“We have a date problem back at…well, you know. The woman bribed one of the guards, I suspect Ollie, and he let her go.” Your ears perk up at that as you continue to wind the measuring tape back around the round track you keep it on. “And the event is in an hour and a half.”

“Do you still have the dress?” Bane asks, glancing over at you. 

“We do; it would be a bit difficult to transport,” Barsad explains. “What are you thinking, boss?”

“This one,” Bane says, nodding to you, is a tailor, so if we took her, she could make a few adjustments on the dress and she could stand in as the date.”

“Hold on,” you say, unable to stand by quietly despite your better judgement. “If I’m possibly going to some mystery event, I’d like to know what it is,” you say, crossing your arms. 

“That is none of your concern,” the man, Barsad, says dismissively, about to continue speaking, when Bane holds a hand up and silences him. 

“Under normal circumstances, I would agree with you, but this woman is someone we are doing business with, so we will play nice for the time being. And if she is to perform the part well, she should know what she will be doing.”

“I am right here!” you say, causing both men to look at you. 

With a deep exhale, Barsad says, “I need someone to take as a plus one to a party tonight, a fancy one.”

You hesitate, wheels spinning in your mind. You know getting involved with whatever these men have going on is a bad idea, but you’re already employed by one of Gotham’s most notorious criminals, so you doubt it can really get much worse. Decision made, you speak up once more. “You wouldn’t happen to be talking about the party at Wayne Manor, would you?” you ask. 

“Clever,” Bane says, but you get the feeling he is being condescending, so you send a glare his way. “But you are correct, that is the event.”

“Well…I have always wanted to see the inside of the place,” you admit. “And I’ve been dying to get out of this building for ages!” Bane looks at you in a way you can’t quite decipher, but you brush it aside. 

“So it is settled,” Barsad says. “Now, about this dress we-” he starts.