"Allow me, pequeña muñeca-"

You felt a pair of strong arms wrap around you, and your feet lift off the ground as Bane lifted you towards the shelf you reached for. He was truly monstrous in size, 6' feet and 8" inches of pure, hard muscle. His hands were large enough to snap your small form in half, and yet they held you up like you were a gentle little flower, or flor pequeña as he would call you in that deep, rumbling Spanish accent of his.

He was always gentle with you, soft and gentlemanly, the complete opposite of the hard, ruthless villain he was with his men, or when fighting his worst enemy the Bat. He was a Beast, yes, but you were his Belleza.