Disclaimer: I do not own the Dark Knight Rises or the rest of the Nolanverse Batman and I make no money off this work.
The characters Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle, the blind doctor, and Bane as used in this story come from the Dark Knight Rises movie.
This story is set before Bruce escapes from the Pit, and contains spoilers for the movie.
Bruce lay back on the prison cot with the drug addict doctor's words echoing in his mind. He had to fear death again. What did that even mean?
He heard the heels on the stone floor before he saw Selina step out of the shadows. She was wearing her burglary costume, but her pale face was bare and the cat ears on the headband from Miranda's party perched on her head. She looked up at the broken TV and then continued to sashay to his cot. "Your temper hasn't busted you out of here yet."
"I'm working on that," he growled. "Why are you here, Selina?"
She sat on the edge of the cot and draped herself over him. "Aren't you a little glad to see me?" Her fingers tangled into his hair. "What if I told you I need you more than Gotham does? Would that get me a kiss?"
"I'll kiss you if you help me get out of here."
"And here I thought you didn't bargain." Her smile didn't reach her eyes. "You trust me after I betrayed you?"
"I didn't give you a reason to trust me." He cupped her cheek. "If I had, you would have told me Bane threatened you."
"I almost told Bruce-you." She smoothed his hair away from his face. "But I didn't think he had any resources to help with, so I didn't. Time enough to fix that once you save Gotham. Now what's the problem with climbing up the wide-open front door?"
His left hand curled into a fist. "I've tried that twice! You reach the same spot halfway up and you cannot leap to the next ledge. Bane must have grown wings."
Selina's hand not wrapped in his hair went under his shirt and rubbed the bruises around his waist from the last climb. "I hope Bane didn't break that big, beautiful, Bat brain of yours. The rope isn't there to save you when you fall; it's there to keep you from making that jump." He turned his head to look at the hole to the sky, but both her hands turned him to face her. "Remember to shave before you get to Gotham, Scruffy." Her mouth dropped onto his.
He wrapped his arms around her and nearly rolled off the cot. He blinked at his empty cell, turned to face the rope dangling down the tunnel up, and measured it best he could in the dim light. Without the rope, he could fall and die from the injuries.
But without the rope he would make the leap.