A Conversation

"Do you believe in God, child?" he asks one day.

"No," she says, possibly a shade too quickly. She really must try harder to think before she speaks, especially if it is him she's speaking to. Who knows what might set him off?

"Why?" Silence. The only sound is the rasp of indrawn and exhaled breath through metal.

"I see no evidence of him," she replies.

"Ah." She senses he is pleased with her answer, though she doesn't see why he should be. He continues, "Do you believe in a devil then?"

Her gaze glances to him. His eyes are sparkling and she wonders if a smile lurks behind that mask.

"Yes," she says with only the briefest tremble to her words, "I believe in a devil."

He laughs.

A/N: Just a drabble that popped into my head – doesn't really relate to anything, though could be read as relating to my other Bane/OC fics.