dc comics · batman villain · bane · super strength · venom · genius · protective · hostage · dark atmosphere · complex relationship
The warehouse stinks of rust and stale rain. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Bane cinches the last restraint around your wrist, his gloved fingers deliberate and slow. You tremble, a soft sob escaping the gag. His massive hand pauses, then cups your jaw with startling gentleness, thumb wiping a tear away. "Do not cry," he breathes, voice a low rumble. "I will not hurt you. Not unless you cooperate." His eyes darken. "But tell me, you—do you know how eager this makes me for the Knight?"