#tdrk

He's your captor, y/n, get a grip on yourself he just took you for fun. You often tell to yourself when you'd feel yourself missing him or worrying for him.

Your plan was based around the assumption that if you were ill, they have to take you to the hospital, right? Well, they had to otherwise you're screwed. You knew that without food the human body can survive a lot of time but you hoped that without water the process would be quickened. This felt all so crazy to you but you knew that there was no other way that they would let you leave this place.

It was the third day of the hunger strike, there was still no sign of Bane, which was good, and you could feel the energy leave your body as you sit on the bed. Although this was exactly what you had planned to happen, you couldn't help but feel a little scared when you lost grip of the book you were holding and when black spots filled your vision, as though you were looking through a Snapchat filter. If the tump noise made by the heavy book when it hit the floor wasn't enough to catch their attention, you tried to call for help but, scaringly enough, you found that you couldn't. Your legs gave up when you tried to get off the bed and the sound you made was enough to get the attention of the men guarding the door. You heard the door open but after that, you weren't able to feel anything as everything turned black.

***

When you came around, the first thing you felt was the dryness of your throat. Then the needle in your arm and the throbbing feeling in your right wrist. You tried to open your eyes but with the bright white light of the room, you found that even if you opened them, you couldn't see. Fortunately, you just needed a little time to adjust. Your eyes moved to your wrist and you noticed that it was wrapped in white bandages. You must have dislocated it or something when you fell from the bed, you guessed. It appeared that was the only damage you had, well dehydration and malnutrition aside. 

After you finished a little check-up of your body, you looked around the room. It looked like your plan worked, recognizing the walls of a hospital room. Then another thing hit you, or well, your eyes. There was someone shouting. You didn't know if their voices were loud or if they were near your room but it was a woman's voice. She was arguing with someone about another woman and how she was taking the attention away from the plan. Hearing no one answering her, you thought that she was talking at the phone and your attention shifted away from her. Closing your eyes, you found them to be tired already for all the lights. Ad if it wasn't enough you could also feel a headache growing because of the woman's yelling.

Just as you were drifting to sleep, the door of your room opened and so did your eyes. There he was, in all his glory, standing on the threshold with his back to you. You heard him saying something along the lines of: "now is not the time to argue Talia. we'll talk later" and then he turned around and walked into the room closing the door behind him. He didn't notice you were awake, he sat on the chair at the side of your bed and rested his head on your hand. Staying still, you acted as if you were still sleeping, opting for studying him instead. 

Your head was a mess, your feelings and thoughts all over the place leaving you unsure about what to feel. A part of you was relieved and you dare say, happy that he was here at your side. The other part though reminded you that this man was your captor and that no matter how kind he had been to you, he still had left you alone for weeks and had been a mean asshole about it. the logical thing to feel would be anger, and wishing that he would just leave you alone. Turns out it wasn't that simple. Maybe you had Stockholm Syndrome, that's why it was all so hard. Yes, that must be it. It would explain a lot of things.

"So it was all for a woman, eh?" You speak up catching his attention and putting an end to your thoughts. Your voice came up raspy and barely above a whisper but it did the job. Bane looked up at you and for the first time in weeks, your eyes met. His eyes had always been a way to understand what he wasn't saying. Now, they looked clouded and troubled. You must have not been a pretty sight but you hoped it wasn't that that troubled him. Something happened that made him conflicted. Who was that woman? Is she the reason why he had disappeared all of a sudden? She must be. Maybe she was also the one that gave him so much trouble. But why was he here then? Why not trying to work things out with her?

"It's always for love." You continue when he doesn't speak. He just sits there and stares at you like he was seeing you for the first time.

"A little too sappy, even for you." Those were the first words he had said to you after your last conversation. It certainly was better but not nearly enough.

"Is she the reason why you're doing all this?" You then asked with a pointed look, already knowing the answer but asking it anyway to prove your point.

"Vengeance is why I'm doing all this. We have a plan." Poor Bane, he was more delusional than you thought.

"She has a plan, I'm sure. You're just tagging along and I've never thought you would submit to someone."

"You're talking about something you know nothing of."

"You're right. I don't know what you're doing and I don't pretend to understand your motives. But I've heard your men talking about your plan and let me tell you, that it was enough for me to know that you're putting yourself in the front line for someone who wouldn't do the same for you."

"You got yourself almost killed to escape and now you're worrying about me? You should make up your mind."

"I wasn't trying to escape you, you weren't even there. I was trying to get out of the cage you had put me in. Never said I'd like you to die."

"No but to have my ass kicked."

"That's because you were mean to me for no reason. I hate rude people. It costs nothing to be kind."

"I'm sorry about that." He apologised after a while. 

There was still a lot you had to talk about, so many things left unsaid, that you could only nod in appreciation. Who would have thought that a mass murder could be capable of apologising? To a hostage nonetheless. Still recovering, you felt weak and after a while, you fell asleep again, your hand holding Bane's.