Post by Bane on Sept 6, 2008 21:13:04 GMT -8
It had been quite some time since the masked man known only as Bane had been in Gotham. He had been busy, fixing elections in South American countries, working for the suicide squad and a few other enterprises. However he wasn't surprised to be back in town, in a way he felt that he would always keep coming back. Gotham had become a part of him, ever since he first came here and came so close to breaking the Bat.
However this time, he was not here for the Batman, no Bane had come to Gotham for buisness of a different sort. While in Santa Prisca, he had found out that his personal computer had been comprimised. However nothing had been taken and no damage had been done, just a job offer had been left. Twenty Million dollars to fly to Gotham and kill one man who was very much less then the Bat. Twenty million to kill Nightwing. It was a job that he gladly took.
He had arrived just a few hours before, after setting up in a rented penthouse that would function as his base of operations, Bane had hit the street a long brown trenchcoat and fedora serving as enough of a disguise that he wouldn't have attention drawn to him before he wanted it. Of course in a city like Gotham it didn't take him long to find what he wanted.
A squad car had pulled over in one of the sketchier areas of the city, and the cops had just placed a couple of small time drug dealers in it. It would serve as a perfect opening move for Bane. Walking up behind the two officers, despite his size he could be quick and very silent when the need called for it, grabbing them both by the back of their uniforms, he tossed them quickly through the store front window of the nearby 7-11. Removing he trenchcoat and hat, he tossed them aside, no longer needing them. Turning the dial on his arm slightly, a slight rush of venom flooded his system and, with his muscles bulging with the extra power, he picked up the cruiser by the back bumper and tossed it through the brick wall of the nearest apartment buildings second floor.
Seeing that one of the police officers was struggling to get up and draw his gun, Bane moved over to him, arriving just in time to grab and crush the gun as it was drawn. Tossing the scrap metal away, he lifted the smaller man off the ground and brought him close.
"You shall live, but call this in. Bane is in town and I want the one known as Nightwing. He will come, or I will break this city."
Tossing him back through the shattered window, the South American mercenary turned and walked off down the street, content in knowing that soon he would have the attention of those he was looking for.
However this time, he was not here for the Batman, no Bane had come to Gotham for buisness of a different sort. While in Santa Prisca, he had found out that his personal computer had been comprimised. However nothing had been taken and no damage had been done, just a job offer had been left. Twenty Million dollars to fly to Gotham and kill one man who was very much less then the Bat. Twenty million to kill Nightwing. It was a job that he gladly took.
He had arrived just a few hours before, after setting up in a rented penthouse that would function as his base of operations, Bane had hit the street a long brown trenchcoat and fedora serving as enough of a disguise that he wouldn't have attention drawn to him before he wanted it. Of course in a city like Gotham it didn't take him long to find what he wanted.
A squad car had pulled over in one of the sketchier areas of the city, and the cops had just placed a couple of small time drug dealers in it. It would serve as a perfect opening move for Bane. Walking up behind the two officers, despite his size he could be quick and very silent when the need called for it, grabbing them both by the back of their uniforms, he tossed them quickly through the store front window of the nearby 7-11. Removing he trenchcoat and hat, he tossed them aside, no longer needing them. Turning the dial on his arm slightly, a slight rush of venom flooded his system and, with his muscles bulging with the extra power, he picked up the cruiser by the back bumper and tossed it through the brick wall of the nearest apartment buildings second floor.
Seeing that one of the police officers was struggling to get up and draw his gun, Bane moved over to him, arriving just in time to grab and crush the gun as it was drawn. Tossing the scrap metal away, he lifted the smaller man off the ground and brought him close.
"You shall live, but call this in. Bane is in town and I want the one known as Nightwing. He will come, or I will break this city."
Tossing him back through the shattered window, the South American mercenary turned and walked off down the street, content in knowing that soon he would have the attention of those he was looking for.