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Bane
8:39pm, September 11, 2009
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Bane sits at that oh so familiar Oak desk awaiting the signals that he had ordered be brought to his attention, before anything be done. A radio sits on the desk as Bane waits. He was growing anxious, thinking something went wrong. And while, he doesn’t expect anything to go wrong, even the best laid plans can be ruined by luck, or chance. Which was why Bane had to be careful; he couldn’t afford to allow the Batman on his tracks just yet. The head start he wanted to have on the Caped Crusader was not yet large enough, and Bane knew precisely how fast Batman played catch-up. As if on cue, the radio squawks and a voice filters in.
“Sir. We’re ready. Everyone is in place. Awaiting your orders to proceed.”
Bane rises from the comfortable leather seat he sits at, and moves over to the radio, picking it up as he kept moving, stepping out onto the patio-balcony off to the side of his luxury condo. He often kept it locked with a guard out there, just in case Batman decided to sniff around for Bane and happen upon him. However, tonight, Bane knew that the Bat would be far too busy to be concerned with Bane at his luxury condo. Stepping out onto the balcony, he hits the button to the radio, the BEEP!! sounding out, then a brief second of silence before he speaks.
“Everyone is in position precisely as I ordered, correct?”
Yes, Bane. Precisely as you ordered. Four teams of five, at all four locations. In their transports, awaiting your signal.”
”Then move in. And make it fast. All four teams have 5 minutes before a sit-rap.”
“Yes sir.”
The man who had been talking to Bane is ten miles away, sitting in a communications Van. Disguised as a plumbing van outside of a house, the mobster within sets his way to way radio with Bane down, and taps into his communication line to the four teams spread across Gotham.
The first team was outside the ‘First National Bank of Gotham City’; planning to rob it. The team had been given a fair dosage of the ‘off brand’ serum Bane pumped into himself. It had, by now, gotten so far as to street level, becoming what some people ‘Berserk’ because of the effects. It was dangerous, especially if hooked on, but for Bane’s particular jobs, with gang members taking the drug, he got the CC’s of the stuff needed to precision. Just like everything Bane did. When the team catches the order, four men get out, a driver staying behind in the Black Dodge Charger, which had been supped up for this particular job. When the four men reach the doors of the Bank, they look at each other, and grabbing the one standing next to him, making a solid chain across the front entrance of the Bank. Then, as one force, they charge, smashing through metal doors and glass without a scratch upon their bodies. They clear the opening of the bank within seconds, as two stay behind to guard the car, and two more head back into the bank. The back doors of the Charger open, as does the trunk. The two beasts of men go to the trunk directly, pulling out two package style assault weapons. They connect the large box of bullets underneath the guns, and pull the bullet chain into the gun. It’s hard to do, being jacked up on the Berserker, but Bane had spent time pulling these guys from his resource pool. They were, originally, members of a Guerilla Army in Southern Columbia, but Bane had the resources and money to pull them out of Columbia, and into Gotham. Now the two men move to the front of the car, shoving the large weapons into their shoulders as they await any trouble.
The two men, which before had exited the front room of the Bank, moved downwards, into the safe area of the bank. They were to open the Vault door, and grab all the money and gold from within. It wasn’t hard. They could lift a bulk that weighed almost 2500 pounds. A ton and a quarter. The two men stare down at the vault. Then, looking to one another, they nod, and both of them roar with fury as they attack the vault door. Four inch steel. However, with both men pounding it, they soon end up punching the safe door into the safe, and pushing their way inside, they look at the money and gold with which they have to move. Behind their mask, each man grins excitedly as they go to grab the money, bulk it up, and then carry it back to the car. When they get there, they put the money, which totaled up to 15 million, into the Charger. None of the original four men that got out of the car, get back in. The car skirts out, moving quickly despite the weight, and in the 5 minute status check, the car is a clean 2 blocks away from the bank, money inside. The four members jacked up on Berserk grab a sewer man hole, and climb in, escaping clean as well. Of course, the sewers themselves were dangerous in Gotham, but they were jacked up on Berserk. They feared nothing.
The second team was at the United States Military Supply Center in Gotham City. When they get the order, the four men ready inside the back of a 17 foot long truck (think UPS size) nod to each other. They, had taken less berserk, only enough for them to tear away doors, but they wore fiber-tight lead vests, capable of causing most bullets to ricochet or simply imbed in the suit. The carry silenced MP5’s; two handed machine guns with laser scopes attached to them, the heavy suits were nothing upon their body. They moved to the inch thick steel door that the men knew inside, were Army weapons and military hardware that Bane had told them to get. They walk military style to the door, two on either side of the door they approach. When they get to the door, they all plant their backs to the wall, on their respective side of the door. Looking to the squad leader, the four wait. The squad leader gestures to the man on his immediate opposite side of the door, and then himself. Counting down from three, at one, the two turn, and smash inward with their boot. They weren’t strong, but the two of them together, as planned, had been enough. The door is knocked off it’s frame, and smacks to the concrete inside. The men move inside, Thermal goggles applied to their faces as they go. Of course, the alarm is going off, but armed with their MP5’s and the suits that could stop most bullets, they move swiftly through the warehouse. Outside, the ‘United Bane Postal Service’ cargo truck was backing up to a large metallic sliding garage door of the same building. Waiting, the driver sips at a cup of coffee, and within thirty seconds of waiting, the garage comes up, and he backs the truck in.
The five men get to work immediately. Lifting ammo crates, each crate was filled with M-16’s; AK-47’s; and other weaponry that was usually hard to find in a big city like Gotham. More importantly, they take the ammo of these weapons, along with grenades, 100 pounds of C4; and flamethrowers. Why this Military Outlet in Gotham had these particular weapons could be explained by Lex Luthor. He always had an excuse somehow or way. However, he was being robbed, by the Kingpin of Gotham City. By Bane. Loading the truck up completely, with enough military hardware of the United States Army to blow GCPD headquarters to kingdom come, the men leave. And seemingly perfect, yet again, in status check 5 minutes later, the planning of Bane again is impeccable. The cargo van was well out of range of the Supply Company; scott free when police arrive minutes afterward.
The third team awaits the signal, and when it is given, they look to each other and nod as they climb out of the Black Suburban. They look up at Wayne Enterprises Pharmacy and Medical Center. It was in crime alley, and it was a large medical center that had thousands of pills, and tons of medicine. Enough so, that it was worth a profit if someone had the backing to turn around and sell the medicine and drugs. Which Bane did. The men move to the door, and smash it open with a battering ram. Smashing inside, the alarm sounds as the men move down a hall they’ve been down a hundred times in various simulations, both computer generated and by blue prints. Turning and moving swiftly down a hallway, they smash in another door, and this one empties into a pharmacy style room, filled with medications and drugs. The men go around the entire room, packing drugs from the room into containers and cases. Filling and taking as much as they can. While the act may seem foolish, and unworthy, in the mighty plan that was Bane’s perfectly laid plan, it was essential. Without the medical supplies, most of Gotham City would go without medical attention. So anyone injured within the city after tonight, would have a hard time being treated. Packing the medicine and drugs into the back of the Suburban, they take off almost 5 minutes and 30 seconds after they arrive. Bane wasn’t pleased with the 30 second delay, but over all, the 30 seconds did not matter. His men still got away, and without harm or police pursuit.
The fourth, and final team of five men sit outside the mayor’s house. Hearing the go, they turn to one another, and gulp. Ok, time for a show. The mayor was at a conference in Washington D.C tonight; it was partially why tonight was picked and the target was chosen. The men get out, the four men getting out of a van. Across the street, was parked a Ferrari, black and supped up to get away from almost anything following it. The four men, who’d gotten out of the van, wouldn’t live through the night. They, however, were extremely pumped, and they were almost bullet proof. They were extremely strong, and they had veins popping up almost anywhere. But they had a mission, the four men intent on doing it in a hyper extended state. They were to get the Mayor of Gotham City’s daughter, and get her to the car. Then, they could [b]‘do whatever the Hell they wanted. Get away. Go have a beer. Whatever.’[/b]
That was what Bane had said to the four men; all of whom he didn’t like. Bane was committing the men to death through fear of him. It was ironic, and funny, in a way. Batman, swearing to protect people and save lives did so through fear. Bane, on the other hand, killed them with his fear. Then again, he guessed he was only one of many that could do that. Crane, after all, well Crane was a psychotic man who had come up with the recipe for fear. A way to induce endorphins that caused the fear emotion to rise to killing levels. Then, the victim just, died of fright, quite literally.
The men, who, right now, were so jacked up on Berserk they couldn’t do anything but focus on one thing, ran through the gates of the Mayor and three guards of the Social Security, taking bullets and killing them in a matter of a minute. They leapt through walls like they were wrecking balls; grabbing up Secret Service members and personal bodyguards as if they were nothing and slamming them into anything, they wind up breaking the men in pieces of what they once were. Any survivors; which were few and far between; would never walk again. The men continued their path of chaos and destruction through the Mayor’s home, killing anyone that got in their way. Finally, they find the girl, and the fifth man, the driver, wielding a pistol, moves to her and grabs her, throwing her in the passenger seat of the Ferrari and making his get-a-way with the girl clean. In his status check, at four minutes and fifty two seconds, the get-a-way driver does his status check, and Bane is happy to know that the small girl, age 6, is unharmed.
As for the four men that Bane had killed with overdoses of Berserk; they continue to need destruction, and let off energy, eventually wearing them away into death. They die bloated, their vessels exploding inside their bodies by their heart pumping far too hard and fast for the body to even sustain. They die horrible bloody deaths, a few short hours thereafter.
Bane, back at his condo, still sitting out on his balcony, now with a cigar in one hand, and a bottle of Jack Daniel Single Barrel in the other, grins as he hears all four heists go as planned. He chuckles a bit as the situation comes back to him through the walkie-talkie, and he lifts his glass high, holding it carefully as not to break it. Then, downing the entire glass of Jack, he puffs upon his cigar, as he lays the glass down on the table by the radio, and picks it up.
“Very good. Have the packages delivered to the Warehouse. We’ll rendezvous there and move on accordingly.”
Setting the radio down, Bane grabs his jacket, a large gray business suit top; and moves to his double doors, opening them and closing them without a backwards look.
It doesn’t take long for Bane to get to the warehouse the rendezvous was at. It was only about four blocks from his condo; and so he decided he would go now. He arrives before anyone else, and is waiting as one by one, the four cars pull up and park. The Dodge Charger, carrying the cash. The UPS storage truck, filled with guns. The Black Expedition, filled with medications and drugs, and lastly, which actually happened to show up first, the Mayors daughter. When the daughter arrived, he grabbed her by the back of her clothes and picked her up in the air, narrowing his eyes behind the mask of Bane as she trembled in his grasp.
“Do you know who I am, little girl?”
The little girl just nods between her tears, as Bane nods with her.
“Good. Then I won’t get any trouble out of you while your visiting with me will I?
Slowly, trembling in fear and terror, she shakes her head in a “no” fashion; Bane following her head motions with his own “no” gesture.
“Very good. Get her to the safe house we’ve prepared. I assume her father has been informed, correct?”
A man nods, one of the men who had been there already when Bane had gotten there, and Bane nods; handing the girl off to a man as he moves to a car.
“Good. Now, is everything ready to be inspected?”
”Yes sir. It is. All of the medication and drugs; the gun power; and the money. All of it; right over there, Mr. Bane.”
Bane moves towards the area, which had the money piled up close to the weaponry, and then too close to the medicines and drugs. Bane nods as he inspects them; moving slowly from one area to the next, his eyes never missing a thing,
“Good. Have the money circulated within the five families bars and clubs. Move the weaponry to the storage lock-up and await my orders with those. I will be needing them shortly. As for the medicines and drugs; have them shipped out and divided evenly among our criminal families within Gotham. Tell them they will soon be needing them.”
Each order he gives is particular and rationalized; seeming to already be planned three steps before this point. He moves and orders his people around with quick authority; the men having a large amount of both fear, and respect for their leader, their Kingpin. In a matter of thirty minutes, Bane leaves, heading back to his condo. The men; numbering in about fifteen to twenty, begin moving the hot product which had recently been stolen around the city; packing it independently and using scrap cars made from a chop shop to move them in. The plan was ingenious; perfect to stay off the radar for the most part, but Bane readied himself. Waiting for when Batman would strike back, knowing deep down, that the Dark Knight would soon know who was behind these robberies, and also knowing the Caped Crusader wouldn’t be happy about who was behind it. Bane; however, smiled at the thought of this. It would, quite honestly, be wiser for Batman to stay hidden in those shadows, because Bane already had something in mind for the Batman, and would stop at nothing to prove once again, that he was the true king of Gotham. Much like the first time he had ever fought the Batman, when he had broken him into two pieces with his superior power; breaking his back; even then, he knew he had been better. But the city of Gotham; they had forgotten that. And Bane would soon remind them. Very soon.
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Bane
8:43pm, September 11, 2009
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Bane sat in the back of a luxury Limousine. A Mercedes; to be more descriptive about the subject. He sat in the limousine; wearing his mask an, of all things; a business suit. He held an expensive cane with a skull as the top mount; and Bane was cautious with the wooden cane. Any pressure applied to it; could mean it would break; and despite being rich; Bane still spent almost an even grand on the cane itself; not to mention buying the biggest suit the Gucci store had. Now; he sat in the Mercedes; wearing a slate gray suit from Gucci costing well into the thousands of dollars; and a cane; which he had to be careful not to break; costing another grand. Two men sat in the cab of the limousine with Bane. They were men who put drugs onto the street. The two men led the city in narcotic sales; and under any other circumstance, neither would think twice about killing the other. But simply with Bane’s presence; they sat complacently; speaking as if they were the best of business partners. Which they would be; in a way. Bane had plans for each of these men; and together; the two men would achieve great things for Bane within Gotham.
”Gentlemen; let us speak about business.”
He was looking out the window when he said it; saying it mostly because he was tired of hearing the two men before him talk about the weather and how all mechanics were thieves. They’re blithering was obviously a side-effect of his presence; a gigantic man that he was; Gotham city knew who to fear; and more importantly; when to fear; Bane.
Bane turned his eyes to the man immediately opposite him in the limo. His name was “Psycho 6.” He’d grown up in crime alley, and had never once left Gotham City; except to do his time when he got busted for armed robbery; back when he was nineteen. Twelve years later; he’d gotten out, and immediately came running back to the street; educated in the criminal underworld because of his time spent ‘inside’. He’d started selling narcotics for the various families and drug dealers within Gotham; and now; he was sitting across from one of the most dangerous men in Gotham; perhaps the world.
”Psycho; I hear good things about your work. You don’t blab to the police; you’ve never seen the Bat; and more importantly; your alive and only been caught once; and even more importantly; it wasn’t for drug dealing. I assume you aren’t hot; or being investigated. Correct?
The man shakes his head; scared out of speaking. Bane narrows his eyes; noting anything unusual; looking for the details a normal person wouldn’t pick up on. The man scratches his nose; then looks at Bane out of the corner of his eyes; before swallowing back the lump that Bane assumed got caught in his throat.
”Good. Then you and I will be very good friends. Now; Mr.…Diablo.”
Diablo Martinez. He was raised within the Mexican Cartel; taught from a very young age how to smuggle anything from a pen to a human being into a car and get them across lines. He’d done time in Mexico for Human Trafficking; and more time in metropolis for being part of the Metropolis ‘Organized Crime’; which Diablo swore to heaven Lex Luthor ran secretly. How Diablo had come up with this information was beyond Bane; but he wouldn’t question it. It proved he wasn’t a stool pigeon. The Police; FBI; CIA; they all would have used something more believable. The fact it was so far out there actually comforted Bane in his thugs reconnaissance and best choices for what Bane had in store for both Gotham; and in particular; for the Batman.
Bane stares at Diablo; after saying his name. Bane’s eyes seem to bore into the large; yet smaller man; and Bane looks at the tattoos that run down the man’s arm. Able to decipher a few of them as prison tattoos; Bane leans back slightly; forcing himself to relax; and forcing himself to believe his two choices were the best two possibly made out of the list of candidates he’d gotten.
”Mr. Diablo. I understand that you’re very good at packaging drugs into vehicles inconspicuously; correct?”
Diablo Nods solemnly. He knew exactly why he’d been sent for; it seemed. Bane was sure that the man could have narrowed it down from meeting Bane in a limo out on the docks. Bane nods slowly; following suite with Diablo; then turns his head back to the black man; Psycho.
”And you. I understand you’re the man with the largest ‘black book’ of connections to get rid of product; this too; is correct. Yes?”
Again; Psycho nods after Bane’s; but again, he doesn’t lie. Excellent. Bane smirked a little underneath the mask as he looked at the two dull-witted fools whose mind went as far as the next shipment; or the next sell.
”Mr. Martinez; Mr. Psycho. Mr. Psycho; Mr. Martinez. Become good friends; I would suggest to the both of you. Because as of tonight; you are both working together; and you are both working for me. And I wouldn’t get into the whole “Hold on” argument. That argument irritates me; and I have a very short fuse.”
Bane looks at the two men; nodding every few minutes as he speaks; the men nodding and following suite with whatever Bane said or did. After all; Bane was not a man you said “No” too. His temper had a reputation that preceded him. Everyone knew Bane wasn’t one for much of anything but business.
”Excellent. Now; gentlemen; we have a meeting to attend. If you have a mental notepad you use; I’d get it ready. Because you are the best at what the two of you do; I will assume I won’t need to peek over the both of your shoulders while I employ you. You’ll be paid adequately; and even better; you will have a sure lawyer should you be caught. So there will be NO NEED to run those lips. Am I understood? Good. Driver. Let’s go.”
Bane continued to nod as he spoke; and when he was finished speaking with the two; he had pressed the radio link between the front and back seats; and told his driver to go. The limo begins moving; and Bane sits in silence; as do both men that sit with him in the limousine.
It takes them a whole ten minutes before they reach a fenced off area. Bane waits patiently as two guards open the gate and let the car through; before closing the gate behind them. The area within Gotham is completely fenced off; most of it with high brick walls to stop burglars; or high risk heists. But it was also good for another reason. Right now; inside the gates; men unloaded 4 semi-trucks full of yellowish-green pills in large packets within crates. Bane’s driver parks, before stepping out of the car and opening the door for Bane.
Bane steps out of the limousine; and looks up at the roof of the warehouse where two men walked; both holding large assault rifles. Bane smirks; looking at his fortress; as the two drug dealers stepped out of the car and to either side of him. They looked at the scene in amazement; and Bane peers down at the both of them.
Welcome; to your new home; gentlemen. Come; follow me. Let us go see how things are going within the building.
The two men kind of gasp when Bane tells them it’s their new home. They wouldn’t be leaving this place very much; it was true. But the two wouldn’t be confined here either. They would; of course, have to go back to their buyers to sell the product; but from now on; it was true. They would be here every day. And the majority of the day; at that.
Bane moves into the warehouse; where a large scene of what would at first appear as pandemonium is taking place. But watching closer, a person would see that there was; indeed; a system to the madness. Men; one after another; would unload as many crates off the truck as they could. The crates; filled with ‘the product’ known as ‘Berserk’ was packed within the crate; a thousand pills per crate; at least. It was a full scale drug invasion.
Bane stepped up onto the catwalk and watched his ‘ants’ from above. Chuckling a little; a man wearing a charcoal suit walks up to him; holding a clipboard with a lot of papers on it. He looks worried; shaking his head a little as he speaks.
”Mis-Mi-Mister Bane. Sir. We have a problem. The five families are becoming very anxious; and paranoid. This is a lot of illegal activity meeting at one place; a warehouse where all of them have a stake in it. They are; to say the very least; worried.”
Bane had placed both hands on the guard rail as he watched the workers below. He didn’t even look at the man who’d walked up to him; and his two newest employees. The man was “Gillian Hamble.” During the planning and coordination of this entire operation; Bane had known the five families of Gotham would become nervous and antsy; even searching for a way out. Thus; he had hired the lawyer; Hamble. Gillian was in a lot of trouble with the Fed’s; being investigated for murdering his wife. He’d escaped custody by posting bond and running. In exchange for his credentials and loyalty; Bane had hidden Gillian. Now the man annoyed him; and Bane didn’t even bother to look at him as he spoke. However; hearing about the Five Families and their ‘Anxiety Issues’ irritated Bane; and Bane’s short fuse came out; as he clenched hard on the guard rails within his gorilla large hands. In the distance; he felt the steel guard rail bend and mold to his form under his fists; but his mind was far away.
Where did the Five Families get off being anxious with HIM; BANE; as their leader. He’d broken Batman once already. Then; he’d left Gotham. He’d been back a whole week; and the entire Gotham Criminal Underworld was back under his control. Since then; the gang wars and feuds among criminals in Gotham had seemed to come to a screeching halt; and even better for the Families; was that since Bane had returned; Police arrests were down. Why? Because Bane planned ahead; and was actually intelligent about what he was doing. That was the problem with the Mob leaders of Gotham. They were so egotistical about their status; they didn’t know their better until he beat them into a bleeding pulp and left them for dead. Bane hated the Mob leaders of Gotham. One day; soon; he would simply rid himself of the hassle. But for now; he needed the five family leaders. They were his radio link between the general; and the men on the battlefield.
Bane pushes these thoughts to the back of his mind; keeping his composure as he turns to look at Hamble. Hamble seems to shrink before him; obviously scared at the beast of a man who towered over him.
”Tell them to keep their calm; Hamble. The cops aren’t yet onto what we’re doing; and therefore; they haven’t begun to investigate where the drugs are coming from. This means we still have time. There will be millions; perhaps billions; to be cut among the families if we keep our calm; and see this investment through. Tell them that; to calm them down. Then, remind them that they all work for ME!! And not to forget that!!”
Hamble nods; turning and waddling off towards an office at the other end of the warehouse. Bane turns to his two newest employees; fixing his suit jacket as he turns; and loosening his collar a bit as well.
”Well; Mr. Diablo. And Mr. Psycho. I assume that I don’t need to tell you two what you’re jobs are; correct? Good. I will say this to the two of you. I am the boss. You’re boss will be Gillian Hamble; the fat man you two just saw waddling like the pig that he is. He will report to me. Everyone else who steps inside that gate; is your property. Now; get to work And welcome to the team.”
He gestures for the men to go; and they take off; moving down among the workers and taking over; using their skills and trade to take command and make everything run more smoothly. Bane looks down and watches the two; before walking back to the limousine car door; which is open and waiting to take him inside of it. Slipping into the car; the door closes behind him; and the car starts moving shortly after. Clearing the gates of the complex; Bane sighs happily and chuckles; popping open a bottle of champagne within the limousine; pouring some into a champagne glass as he takes off his mask. Holding the glass up and looking thoughtfully into the bubbles that rose to the surface of the beverage; Bane smirks a little.
”I would like to congratulate…myself.”
Even now; as he spoke; cars were being broken down and stuffed with Berserk; then built back up and being sent all over the city of Gotham; and soon; the country. Throughout Gotham; the venom serum similar to Bane’s own would spread like death. Addictive; and exhilarating; everyone began taking it. The effects; were the fact everyone who took too much; went on a destructive and homicidal rampage; until they were dead. Crime rate goes through the roof in two days; and in five; Bane plans on the city being in chaos.
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Bane
4:34pm, September 14, 2009
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[Delete] | Bane’s plan was working faster than expected. Berserk was everywhere now. It’d run over Gotham like a plague; and now; it seemed every drug user wanted to go ‘Berserk.’ Bane thought the slang of the drug name was curiously funny; from its effects. He hadn’t picked the name; oh no. That had been the Five Families of Gotham City’s choice. They’d pretty much let the drug dealers and users pick the name; but ‘Berserk’ had defiantly been the choice.
Its effects were even better. The Berserk had jacked up the user’s strength to tremendous levels. From it; a man can smash in a wall and steal a safe; if he wants to. Of course; they weren’t as strong as Bane. Oh no; only about 1/3 of his strength. But then again; a group of three or more of them would be quite bad for someone standing between the group and the safe in the back of the convenience store.
Then; there were the bad trips on the synthesized version of Bane’s own ‘Venom.’ There was the Freak Out; where a user would simply; go “Berserk” and just start killing people. Walking down the street; or down an alley; they’d simply ‘Freak Out’ and use that strength on the closest person to them; trying to obliterate it. Some had coined it ‘Seeing Red’. Well; the results were definitely bloody if a man on ‘Berserker’ caught a civilian. The murder count was rising all across the board.
And, lastly there was the overboard effect. Taking too many of the pills; was disastrous. Worse than a ‘Freak Out’; the user would go into a Rage; attacking anything and anyone around it with incredible strength. Until; of course; they died. The death happened when the heart was pumping too much blood too fast. The heart would actually explode from the chest. Bane knew; he’d seen it.
Why; though; was Bane pushing a synthesized version of his own Venom on the streets of Gotham? Even after his experience with Batman of destroying this very same thing? Well; that had been a long time ago; and Bane had come to a realization. Gotham City; it was the greatest city in the world. And more importantly; Bane wanted it; for himself. That meant; of course; that he had to once again rid the city of Batman. He’d done it once; right? He could do it again. As much as he hated to destroy a man he’d once fought alongside; he knew that Bruce would never give up Gotham. Not to Bane. Not to anyone. That was Batman. So; he was going to take it. Rid the city of Gotham. And then; he’d get rid of the Berserk. And sit back; and collect on his city. Of course; he’d been watching the surrounding areas too.
Blüdhaven had most definitely been on the eye and ear of Bane. Nightwing worked that city; and Blüdhaven was not that far away from Gotham. Bane had hoped Gotham would be greedy from the pills and try to keep it within the city; but; luck had been with the innocents of Gotham. The drug had spread; even into the streets of Blüdhaven. And it was still pushing it’s way across the board. Shipments flow like water. Easy to transport; easy to access; because of the quantity; it was quickly becoming used and addicted upon by common criminals. Even though he’d done it; on the inside; Bane didn’t want it spreading much farther. He’d have to cut shipments. Otherwise; it’d gain attention to such things he DIDN’T want. But he waited; knowing that eventually; the news of the Bat; or someone; would come up. It always did. They never failed to show up and ‘save the day.’ And so; Bane would wait. Pumping his drugs into the city; and controlling the Gotham underground.
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Bane
4:40pm, September 14, 2009
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[Delete] | 1. Bane has taken control of the Five Families that run Gotham; taking the mantle of Gotham City 'Kingpin'.
2. Bane; using a Synthesized Venom drug; has had his thugs do four major things within the city.
-Bane's thugs robbed the First National Bank Of Gotham
-Bane's thugs broke into a major hospital and stole medical equipment and supplies
-Bane's thugs broke into a U.S Army Supply Depot and took tons of weaponry and ammunition
-Bane's thugs Kidnapped the Daughter of Gotham's Mayor
3. Bane has released his drug to the street of Gotham; using the drugs effects and addictive nature to send the city further into chaos. The drug; however; is becoming extremely popular and spreading across the country. Even Blüdhaven is starting to feel the effects of this very dangerous drug. |
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