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Chapter Seven

1   The procedure went very well.  Bane was frustrated that she wouldn’t let him move around much for a couple of days, but Max catered to his every whim.  She had to, because Erik was terrified of him.  She showed him scans of what had been done and what would come next and how much more efficient things would be once the new mask was ready.  He was back in the old breathing apparatus, as she didn’t want him wearing the mask while the back of his head healed.  It wouldn’t take long, as the incision she made was small.

“What are you going to do with the old one?” he asked.  He reclined on the couch in her laboratory.  She had taken to sitting on top of him whenever he lay down.  It kept him from moving so much, even though they both knew that if Bane wanted to get up, she wouldn’t be able to keep him from doing so.

“Keep it to remember you by.”

“I didn’t take you to be a sentimental kind of woman.”

“I’m only sentimental about the sex, honey.  I like how we get down.  You have to admit, it’s fantastic.  Don’t lie either, because we both know how fast I can make you skeet.”

What You Need (6/?)

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A/N:  "Soft & Wet" & "Head" belong to Prince Rogers Nelson, not to me.

Chapter Six

1   Max had a burst of inspiration after her luxuriant bath.  Bane had actually followed her into the bathroom, where she accused him once more of being sprung.  He countered with, “Have you ever considered that I do this just to annoy you?” To which she replied, “Who says I’m annoyed?  But you are NOT getting your gigantic ass in my tub.”  She stood on the raised platform, looking like a glorious Amazon and waited for his response.  He cocked his head to one side and enjoyed the sight of the full-figured, long-legged beauty before leaving.  Max crowed in delight before getting into the tub.  Stalemate, perhaps?  Time would tell.

She was in her lab, earphones in, listening to Prince, diddling on the computer.  It occurred to her that there was a way to recycle Bane’s anesthesia so that he wouldn’t have to worry about constantly changing out the canisters.  She asked Marchine to run some simulations and while waiting, decided to get up and move around.  Max was in a very pleasant mood; a good sticking tended to do that.  She admitted that she was going to miss the man when he was gone.  In him, she found a kindred spirit.

What You Need (5/?)

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Chapter Five

1   Max kicked off her Louboutins the moment she entered her bedroom.  She closed the door and wandered over to the dresser so she could remove her gun and jewelry.  Getting the dress off would be trickier.  She went into the bathroom.  To be certain, Bane drastically reduced the time she would have normally spent out; Marcus was one of those men who had to be influenced, but after tonight, she wasn’t going to have a problem with him again. 

Then there was the issue of Bane being completely noticeable.  There was nothing about the mask that screamed elusive, but he hadn’t done anything other than scare the shit out of folks, which was what Max wanted.  She didn’t expect anything to come of it; Marcus wasn’t apt to call the cops, and even if he was, Max was sure he wouldn’t.  Bane was intimidating before, but the mask kicked everything up a notch.  Stories of the masked man would come soon; she knew it.

What You Need (4/?)

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Chapter Four

1  Max instructed Bane to wear dark colors; that they would meet Marcus at Robuchon au Dome at eight, and that he would make an entrance.  She would let the maître d’ know that he would be arriving and to try and not panic at the sight of the mask.  Max didn't think it would work, but it was worth a shot.

“I’m giving you the drugs to carry,” she said.  “Just for appearances’ sake.  You’ll come over to me and I’ll introduce you as Max Roth.  Marcus will be impressed and hopefully scared shitless enough that he won’t try to hit on me.”

“What?”

Max rolled her eyes as she fluffed her mass of hair.  As usual, Bane barged right into her room just as she finished putting on her clothes, and had been watching her like a hawk since.  “Marcus has been trying to fuck me for the past year.  I go through all this just so I can cock-tease the shit out of him and charge him more money.  He doesn’t know that he’s paid me way more than what the drugs are worth.  But it costs to look this good and so he’s gotta pay.  Is what it is.”

Max wore a black dress so tight that it had to have been cut to fit her.  There was ass all day, cleavage for miles and legs that looked like they went all the way up, accentuated by seamed stockings.  She wore a pair of five inch heels, sending her height well over six feet and making her taller than Bane. He watched her finish getting ready, harder than tensor calculus and quite beside himself.  Max’s dress left nothing to the imagination and he was reminded, viscerally so, that it had been some time since he’d been with a woman.  He wanted to have her, and anywhere would do.  He would just as soon bend her over the counter than let her leave the house attired in such a fashion.  Her outfit screamed trouble.

What You Need (3/?)

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Chapter 3

1  Max explained that she was delivering two vials each of six different opiate derivatives in concentrated form.  12 vials, $1.2 million dollars.  The synthesis process had a couple of hours to go, and so she sat Bane down in her chair and started taking measurements of his face.

“I’m going to do a 3-D model of your head so I can get the fit right.  Part of the mask is rigid and part is flexible.  Removing it won’t be a simple task, so I hope that’s all right.  It better be.”

Bane was completely distracted.  Max had a measuring tape spread across his head, but all he could see was her boobs.  The T-shirt she wore was a tight V-neck and the woman had the audacity not to secure her weapons.  Her cleavage looked like a place of unbelievable pleasure.  The lab was cool and her nipples poked up like knobs on a console.  For a moment, he was lost and all he wanted to do was follow instinct and latch on.  He wondered if he had been breast-fed.

What You Need (2/?)

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Chapter 2

1  Erik brought him dinner.  Bane, lying on the bed, asked if he was going to get his pain injection prior to eating and Erik looked uncomfortable.  Then he left the room and Max returned several minutes later with a syringe full of a clear liquid.  Bane eyed the needle, wondering what was in it.  Max glared at him and motioned for him to lift his shirt and roll over on his back.  That she refused to speak to him charmed him.  He watched her in the mirror and the touch of her hand gave him pause.  Max slid her hand over his spine, touching the nodules put there by one of Ra’s Al Ghul’s bootleg doctors.

She almost spoke; he saw her open her mouth to question the scars, but she closed it at the last minute.  He went still and she swabbed one of the nodules near his shoulder and gave him the shot.  Then she stood up and walked out of the room without saying anything.  Bane took a moment to watch her ass as she left the room.  Then he ate heartily and enjoyed a very long, very hot shower.  He put the breathing device back on and slept 18 hours.

What You Need

Fandom:  Batman; The Dark Knight Rises

Pairing: Bane/Female OC

Rating:  NC-17.

Timeframe: after the League of Shadows excommunication, but before the events in TDKR.

Disclaimer:  Bane doesn’t belong to me.  My world would be a far better place if he did.

Summary:  How did Bane get that cool-ass mask?  Who designed it?

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For SharDe…

Chapter One

1  He realized three things the moment his eyes opened.  One: the room was cool and dark, two:  the pain had subsided greatly, and three: he couldn’t move his arms or his legs.  He tried to speak, but then he realized that there was something over his nose and mouth.  It wasn’t familiar to him; at the time of his expulsion, he had been wearing something else. Whatever it was, it was an apparatus that had breathable gas that appeared to have some sort of analgesic in it.  It felt like a standard oxygen mask.  He found he could turn his head.  He was clearly in a hospital room or laboratory of some sort and he tried to move once more and couldn’t.

The light over his bed came on and it blinded him.  He closed his eyes for a moment, but then light was blocked by a head with a massive amount of hair.  He squinted as the image came into focus.  It was a woman and his very first thought was that her eyes were as beautiful as Talia’s, except they were brown.