singingintheshadow

A rough hand was placed against her cheek as an almost silhouetted figure was placed before her. A creepy, shrilling voice followed his hand touching her cheek as he whispered softly, and almost cryptically. “What a lovely one you ah, my dear.” He...

singingintheshadow Terror knelt before her. Bane's hands reached each other and he popped his knuckles powerfully, tilting his head and allowing it to crack once with each opposing direction. His breathing was heavy still, a clear manifestation of the mystery and crypt, as well as horror, that entailed his being. He spoke in response to her utterly fearful response. "Oppression. It is an interesting sadness, don't you see?" His voice was so high-pitched that it seemed like his device had been tampered with by a child for amusement. He was dressed in a powerful black combat vest, with enormous muscles bulging off each of his four limbs. He brought his hands up to grip his vest tightly. "Now, you must not be completely rendered defenseless, for you are entitled to resistance; but, allow me to assure you, my dear, that resistance remains a vivid exhibition of the manifestation residing within the oppressed." What was he talking about? He pressed on. "I almost had not remembered," he closed his eyes and whispered now, still knelt in front of her, "that you showed me that oppression. When you fled into the theatrical bearing that you attempted to utilize as a sheathing tool, your oppression showed." The monstrous man simply referred to their last encounter, when she had fled from him in the theater-like building and, full of fear, escaped him.

"Not long enough." She retorted, keeping a safe distance. "What do you want?" 

A bold mixture of crypt and menace, the monstrous man allowed his heavy combat boots to beat the ground beneath his figure a few times, folding his arms across his chest and stopping only a few feet across from her. His breathing was heavy, his voice shrill like still. "You have what I want, Miss Wayne."

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He grinned, slightly. “And what have your days entailed since our last encounter, Hannah?”

"Uh…hm, well, I’ve been goin’ ta’ school and takin’ care a’ my baby and uh…cheer started up again so I’m goin’ ta’ that. How ‘bout you?"

"Ah, the little one. Interesting. And how is your baby, Hannah? I don't remember the name."

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"Hiya the Baney-boo! Long time no see."

scarsmakemesmilemore He grinned, slightly. "And what have your days entailed since our last encounter, Hannah?"

He listened to her speak so unhesitatingly. He enjoyed, surprisingly, listening to her speak her heart out. When she finished, he responded accordingly and with a large breath. “Ah, you find simplicity so entertaining. Soothing, also. I envy it, perhaps I should say.” He…

scarsmakemesmilemore “Quite a graphic explanation,” he responded. “Truthfully so, as you speak, being of adolescence and being caught in the moment may prove to be a hassle. Quite the hassle, I presume. And, even if you lack consideration for it being a hassle, it may prove to be lesser than easily undertaken.” He spoke so sophisticatedly. “Hannah, of course he shall be taken care of. As will you.” He stepped forward, his chest almost brushing against her chin. In an ominous way, he was being...sexy.

The bold, powerful figure stood still as his arms wrapped around Hannah’s fragile upper body—her upper torso to be exact. Not a single expression of satisfaction emitted from his countenance, for his ominous, creepy mask maintained a mysterious exhibition. His eyelids...

scarsmakemesmilemore He listened to her speak so unhesitatingly. He enjoyed, surprisingly, listening to her speak her heart out. When she finished, he responded accordingly and with a large breath. "Ah, you find simplicity so entertaining. Soothing, also. I envy it, perhaps I should say." He stepped forward, placing a hand against her soft, innocent cheek. "And who fathers your child, my dear?" He was truly curious. His menacing disposition almost diminished his genuineness. "For if he neglects to do so, he will be broken. By me." He chuckled on the inside. He continued thereafter. "Life down here, you say? Interesting, it is. It is truly interesting. Plotting, of course. Schemes in the works. Perhaps you could become educated on it sometime."

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He tilted his head back in agreement, nodding it soon after. He stood from his chair, his massive, muscular, toned figure towering over that of Hannah. His menacing demeanor shot fear into those around them, but presumably none in the goofily beautiful woman before him. He...

The bold, powerful figure stood still as his arms wrapped around Hannah's fragile upper body--her upper torso to be exact. Not a single expression of satisfaction emitted from his countenance, for his ominous, creepy mask maintained a mysterious exhibition. His eyelids lowered, however, as he looked down at Hannah and listened to her talk. His dark eyes shifted up to the guards near them and the guards left the room. Upon finishing the hug, Bane responded in his signature, shrilling voice.

"Ah, yes, babies truly dislike sharp objects entering their skin. It is a pity, sincerely. However, perhaps she may be able to endure boldly? Perhaps she is stronger than most. Never forget to implement hope into your judgment. And as for shopping, I'm not sure about that. I've never shopped before. If you need money, you need not ask. There is plenty of it."