"I like to thank God for my parents and the morning after pill." --New to the character --Not new to getting the ladies --Plots and sls are welcome -- #Earth333 --Same writer as @IdealTerminator --RT

"My time to shine is soon but first I need a camera shot to see how good looking I am."

Bane has been very meticulous, and even more dilligent in the creation of his reputation. He has nurtured it from birth, and helped it mature until it became a reputation as fearsome as any. Even the uttering of his name is, and must be, a blow landed onto his foes. He is Bane -

- the conqueror. A man whose conquests, and power grabs are without end and without defeat. And yet, there is a man whose name rivals that of Bane's. A man of notereity that makes people wonder who the real monster truly is. @IdealTerminator, a mere contract killer, has built -

- a reputation. And seeks to sit on a throne of skulls more padded than Bane's own. This will not be permitted. Bane had hired this @IdealTerminator and given him a contract under the guise of anonymity. Who did Bane anonymously tell Deathstroke to kill? Bane. More than that, -

- he had told Deathstroke that Bane would be conducting an arms sale at 9pm in a desolate warehouse, but would arrive an hour early. That was his window to complete the job successfully. He had one hour to kill the monster of legend. A conqueror whose myth was beginning to -

- read like mythological text. A single hour to kill Bane. Bane's men stood upon the rafters above the darkened warehouse, though they were instructed to stay out of this battle. His men are a ruthless, tenacious, and loyal pack of mercenaries who would follow orders without -

- question nor protest. But they still worried. “Is this really necessary? The boss could die pullin' a stunt like this.” One of his younger mercenaries said. “Death doesn't worry, Bane. Superiority does. In his eyes, if he cannot kill Deathstroke, then he does not deserve -

- life,” Another more grizzled veteran of a mercenary responded. “Besides,” A third mercenary interjected. “You clearly haven't seen Bane in action if you think death is a possibility.” Through the commotion of his busybody subordinates, Bane endured in a relaxed but alert -

- posture. Both of his hands clung to the collar of his waistcoat. He did not move as he waited for this Deathstroke to appear. The only active part of Bane was his mind. Plotting his next move. Scheming his way to his next goal. Like a shark, he would indulge in the sight -

- of his enemy's blood without ever ceasing to swim forward.