27, Bane's plan

Bane looked down at Emma as she slept. She was curled into him with her head on his shoulder and her golden hair spread all over the pillows. She had never looked so innocent and beautiful. Bane wanted to trace her face with his finger, but he didn’t want to disturb her. He looked at the clock on his bedside table and saw it was almost five in the morning. She deserved to sleep some more. He was satisfied just looking at her.

It was a new thing, waking up with someone in his bed. He tried to avoid to actually sleep with the women he had sex with. Sleeping together seemed to invoke intimacy, which he didn’t want. But Emma, she looked right in his bed, like she was a thing that had been missing from it until now.

As he looked at her and gently played with the ends of her hair, he had to be honest with himself and confess that he loved her. Even in his own head, those words sounded grand and terrified him. He had no illusions about who he was or what he did. He was a selfish man that to