gotham_decline (original) (raw)

Who: Bruce Wayne, Bane, Ra's al Ghul, Talia al Ghul, the League of Shadows
What: A fight to the death
Where: Nepal
When: September 1th, day

Tick, tick, tick... Bruce thought at first it was the ticking of a clock, somewhere near his head, and reached to slap at it, to make it stop, the whirling annoyance that was pounding through his skull. His hand, however, only found stone and water, a puddle that had began to pool there, dripping, not ticking. He slowly rolled, opening his eyes, heavy and swollen feeling, trying to swollow down the the effects of being knock unconscious, only to find his throat was swollen, and the memories of what happened directly before were starting to flood his mind. Bane. But Bruce was alive, they needed him for...

Something. He didn't know, but he had a feeling he'd find out. Rolling to his side, Bruce found he was stripped of all armor, clad in only black ninja robes, and not chained, but imprisoned nonetheless, in a stone cell, with metal bars. How long had he been here? He didn't know, he'd hate to think he was out too long, but on the other hand, he wasn't starving, so maybe there were memory lapses, time lost... Charles?

Fuck, that was possible. Bruce's own defense kicking in, and a lot of times, he had no idea of what the other side did. Only, Charles was no where to be heard right now, and it was feeling awfully lonely in Bruce's head right now. He moved to the bars, staring out, hands holding each one as he tried to make sense of where he was, if there were others here or if he was the sole prisoner, waiting punishment. Waiting whatever it was they needed him for.

A shadow walked by, and Bruce craned his neck to see.