The day was upon them, the last day of their lives.

"Stay here, where you are safe," Bane had told her the night Batman's sigil showed up on the bridge, the only remaining bridge that connected Gotham to the mainland. The very bridge was being reinforced and protected by the US military, preventing any person from crossing, to prevent the city from being blown to bits. The irony of it was that the city would blow up regardless.

The irony of Bane worrying about Bría's safety did not go unnoticed. She slipped into dark green cargo pants, then doubled up on her socks because it was a Winter disaster land out there. A black tank top, a black pullover, and then a jacket that zipped and buttoned up covered her top half. She pulled her hair back into a tight ponytail to ensure it stayed out of her face. Bría studied herself in the reflection in that giant window, the morning was still dark, the sun had yet to rise on this fateful day.

"What's the point in being safe?" she had asked Bane the night before.

He had placed his hand upon her cheek, something he did often, a feeling that created something warm inside of her. It was the only time she was able to feel anything other than anger towards the world around her, was when he touched her. She felt something more powerful than hatred, rage, and darkness.

He had told her, "To lose you would be to lose purpose."

It was close enough to him admitting he loved her. She had leaned her head to the side, kissing the palm of his hand. She could taste salt on her lips from the sweat upon his skin. She knew that this was goodbye for them, that they would not see each other again. There was to be a fight on the morrow, the horizon came with cops being led by the Batman.

Bría knew that Bane wanted her away from it, for if Batman did foil their plans to destroy Gotham, she might make it out unscathed. She could escape, flee to Canada where her mother would once again welcome her, or take her direction to the League Of Shadows in order to follow her genetic footsteps, the route of her father that coursed through her veins her whole life, even when she did not know it.

Bane had left her alone that night, and she had stayed up watched the stars pop up between the light pollution and the smog. She had watched the clouds cover the stars and the moon, hiding it from her sight, for she may never see the night sky again. Daylight came, though no sun truly broke through the thick barrier of clouds. It simply went from black to grey; the bleakness of the weather certainly mimicked the reality of what was going on down below, on the streets of Gotham.

So it was that morning, when Bría knew the fight was about to happen, that the tides would turn.

She thought of the week before, her bare flesh on his.

The silence between them.

The fact that nothing was between them.

He had overcome a fear of letting her in, and thus ended up developing the fear of losing her.

So he had pushed her away.

But Bría wasn't going to stand around when there was a fight to be had. It is not that she had not considered his offer of leaving, of course there was appeal to living; it was human nature to want to survive, though some people lost sight of that instinct. For some people, it had disappeared, faded and was whisked away with the winds. She had considered obeying when he asked her to stay behind, to not allow herself to be involved in the inevitable fight; the police force versus the criminals. The Mercenary versus the Batman.

She had no place in that fight, but she wasn't going to stand behind thick walls and cower.

She slid on her gloves and gripped the gun that she had used to kill a few people; it had always been the same gun, the symbolism of it was not lost on her. Bría never looked out the window again, she simply turned towards those giant doors that would lead to the elevator, where she would be brought down to the ground floor, thirty levels below. Then she would step out onto the crunch of the snow, she would walk through the city until she reached the court house, where the events were currently unravelling. As she would near, she would hear screams of men, bullets firing, piercing and killing.

Turning the door handle, she opened it, and felt a sharp pain in her gut.

She dropped to the floor, she thought of the last words Bane had said to her the night before.

"Goodbye, Bría," he had said. 

So Wattpad is doing maintenance in like 12 minutes, and the site will be read only. So if you read, thank you! Please be sure to comment when that function is available, I'm super curious to know what you think. I hope this chapter wasn't confusing.