Fight For Your Life

"All units, surround and engage," Bane whispered into his radio as he travelled further down the granite tunnel. He could see the eerie incandescent green of the cavern up ahead, and he knew he was close to his goal. He also knew that Talia would not have left the pit unguarded.

Which was why he had gathered up the surviving inmates and sent them down alternative routes to the cave, which Talia’s guards had most likely also taken. Within moments, the cavern erupted into chaos, and he stepped out of the tunnel, right into the path of a raving lunatic.

At least, that was how it appeared. Dick Grayson stood before him fully healed, yet flailing around while barreling towards Bane at full speed. Bane did the only thing he could do.

He reared his fist back, and punched the newly resurrected vigilante square in the face.

Endgame

Bane smashed through the elevator doors that refused to open for him, tearing his way into the Bat Cave. Releasing a savage howl, he readied himself for a fight…

…that never came. The cave was empty, save for the vast collection of souvenirs from all of Batman’s years of crimefighting. He had been in here once before, when he first came to Gotham to snap the Bat in half.

He readied himself for a fight with the security system, but it seemed that in all the chaos someone had forgotten to arm it when they left the cave. Bane chuckled and walked calmly down the path up to the Bat Computer, and took a good look at what was displayed on the screen.

There, carelessly left open, was a page displaying the location of all known Lazarus Pits. There were several all over the world, mostly filled in after Batman’s last crusade against the Demon. But there was one highlighted, and it was closer than he would have imagined.

Two hundred feet below him, the healing liquid of the Lazarus Pit bubbled. He grinned. This had not been the endgame at first, but when Talia resurfaced he had changed the gameplan. He had gotten the Bats desperate enough to seek out the Pit, and now they had led him straight to it.

Life eternal would be his. It was only a matter of time.

Assault on Wayne Manor

"Forward!" Bane commanded, and the first line of his troops assaulted the gates of Wayne Manor. They had fought their way across the city for this, and the prize was so close he could almost taste it.

On the other side of the gates were a contingent of GCPD officers, badly outnumbered but holding strong. Bolstering their ranks were several black clad ninja employed by the League of Assassins, which told him that Talia had forged an alliance with the Commissioner. He knew that wherever the Demon’s Daughter and her kind went, the object of his desire was never far away.

After watching his men struggle ineffectually against the fortified entrance for a full minute, Bane finally gave himself an extra dose of Venom, then charged the barrier on his own. It exploded as if struck by a cannonball, and his army wasted no time following him into the breach.

The ensuing bloodbath felt like minutes even though he knew it was only seconds. Those of his soldiers who survived might even tell him it felt like hours. He handled most of the ninja on his own, letting the inmates mop up the officers. Gordon did not seem to be here, which was disappointing. He very much wanted to crush him in his current mood.

He did, however, spot that giant brute of a bodyguard that was usually found at Talia’s side. He was close to Bane’s size, and stood there as if this level of violence was an every day occurrence. He seemed to be waiting for Bane to come to him.

Bane did not disappoint him.

Charging with abandon, he unleashed a savage howl and barrelled into him, tackling him to the ground. They grappled for several moments, but the man escaped his grip and flipped to his feet. Bane stood up more roughly and charged again.

Bane had never been formally trained in any martial arts, but he knew how to wrestle with the best of them. He sidestepped a punch from the large bodyguard, gripping his forearm and twisting it around behind his back before pushing him into the nearest marble statue.

He crashed through it as expected, but it did not seem to faze the other man much. He remained mute as he came at Bane again, this time with a flying kick that landed dead center in the luchador’s chest. Bane stumbled back and the man kept on coming, aiming a nerve strike at Bane’s neck, which he easily blocked. He followed it up with a spinning backfist. Bane ducked and responded with an uppercut to the chin, knocking the man out cold.

"Disappointing," he muttered, then heard the sound of hydraulics and looked around him as the manor’s defenses came online. He watched in mild annoyance as electrified nets autotargeted the majority of his soldiers, taking them out of commission non-lethally.

He was close enough to the doors of the manor that he was able to avoid the onslaught entirely, crashing through the ancient oak into the stronghold of his enemy. He saw a light on in the upstairs room but ignored it, continuing straight on to where he knew the entrance of the cave to be.

Opening the elevator with a hidden mechanism, he stepped inside and let himself be transported down into the lair of the Bat.

Jailbreak

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Bane moved into the exercise yard, making his way among the gangs. His plan was transferred through whispers and codes, until all of them understood. Jamie informed him that the women’s wing had been informed of the scheme, and were ready to move on Bane’s signal.

He gave it a moment later.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the small Venom capsule that had been smuggled into the prison the night before. It was a more controlled dose than the last one he had taken, enough to give him superhuman strength but not enough to drive him into a frenzy.

“RRRAAAAARRGH!” he bellowed, charging towards the nearest contingent of guards. The other inmates followed, breaking up into groups of five to subdue the guards and steal their weapons.

After the guards on the ground level had been dealt with, a small detachment followed Bane deeper into the prison, in search of the Confiscated Goods Vault.

They met resistance on the way in the form of tear gas, but Bane had long since grown accustomed to the substance and with the Venom raging through him it had virtually no effect. He crashed violently through the riot shields, clearing the way for the rest of the men.

Tearing off the door of the vault, he found his luchador mask hanging on the wall. Ripping off the top of his orange jumpsuit so that he was clad only in an undershirt and pants, he donned the mask and ushered the men inside, cracking open the barrel of Venom that Scandal said would be there.

He passed around a series of shot glasses, dipping them into the super steroid concoction. “Today is Easter Sunday,” he began, raising his glass in a toast. “Drink this in remembrance of me.”

The men did so, and unleashed several howls of rage.

He had given them just enough Venom to allow their minds to remain reasonable. They advanced towards the armory, where the rest of the inmates, men and women both, were waiting for them.

Bane tore open the door to the armory and the inmates invaded, tearing the weapons from the walls before advancing towards the front gate of the prison. The blast doors were no match for the Venom-powered inmates, who tore through them like paper. The front gate of the prison was blasted open with an RPG, and the inmates spilled out onto the streets.

Firing an assault rifle into the air to get their attention, Bane announced the next step of the plan.

“Good work, everybody! Now we march on Arkham!”

Joker sat in his solitary cell motionless, and simply staring at the stoic guard in front of the only entrance and exit. They both gazed on unblinking, before Joker broke out into a wide grin and spoke. 

“Eassssster Sundayyyy,” he half-hissed through his smile. 

The guard remained expressionless. 

“You know what’s supposed to happen on Easter?” continued Joker in his usual jesting tone. “Resurrection.”

And then he broke out into maniacal laughter. 

The gates!” the guard shouted over the radio. “They’re storming the gates and they’re almost through. I—" The line went dead.

Warden Quincy Sharp looked on in horror over the monitors as a literal army of prisoners, some armed with weapons and others high on Venom assaulted the Gates of Arkham Asylum. They had moved too quickly for the GCPD to mobilize, so it was up to him and his small contingent of guards to try and hold them off.

The odds did not look good.

The cameras cut out and Sharp only had the radio to keep him company. “Hello?” he spoke into the radio. “This is Warden Sharp. Can anybody tell me what’s going on?”

Nobody answered, because in front of the prison, they were busy getting massacred by Bane’s army. Bane crashed through the front doors of the Penitentiary, marching down the row of cells with a small detachment of inmates in tow. They smashed through the cells, releasing the supervillains within. When he got to the end of the row, he found the man he had been looking for.

Though most of his former compatriots in the Secret Six despised the Joker for his utter lack of any sort of morality, Bane recognized that in certain situations, the clown was very useful. If he freed him now, all he had to do was point him at the Bats and watch the chaos.

"Hello, Clown," he greeted, opening the cell. "Care to come out and play?"

Jailbreak

Bane moved into the exercise yard, making his way among the gangs. His plan was transferred through whispers and codes, until all of them understood. Jamie informed him that the women’s wing had been informed of the scheme, and were ready to move on Bane’s signal.

He gave it a moment later.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the small Venom capsule that had been smuggled into the prison the night before. It was a more controlled dose than the last one he had taken, enough to give him superhuman strength but not enough to drive him into a frenzy.

"RRRAAAAARRGH!" he bellowed, charging towards the nearest contingent of guards. The other inmates followed, breaking up into groups of five to subdue the guards and steal their weapons.

After the guards on the ground level had been dealt with, a small detachment followed Bane deeper into the prison, in search of the Confiscated Goods Vault.

They met resistance on the way in the form of tear gas, but Bane had long since grown accustomed to the substance and with the Venom raging through him it had virtually no effect. He crashed violently through the riot shields, clearing the way for the rest of the men.

Tearing off the door of the vault, he found his luchador mask hanging on the wall. Ripping off the top of his orange jumpsuit so that he was clad only in an undershirt and pants, he donned the mask and ushered the men inside, cracking open the barrel of Venom that Scandal said would be there.

He passed around a series of shot glasses, dipping them into the super steroid concoction. “Today is Easter Sunday,” he began, raising his glass in a toast. “Drink this in remembrance of me.”

The men did so, and unleashed several howls of rage.

He had given them just enough Venom to allow their minds to remain reasonable. They advanced towards the armory, where the rest of the inmates, men and women both, were waiting for them.

Bane tore open the door to the armory and the inmates invaded, tearing the weapons from the walls before advancing towards the front gate of the prison. The blast doors were no match for the Venom-powered inmates, who tore through them like paper. The front gate of the prison was blasted open with an RPG, and the inmates spilled out onto the streets.

Firing an assault rifle into the air to get their attention, Bane announced the next step of the plan.

"Good work, everybody! Now we march on Arkham!"

Happy Birthday

Bane had never received a birthday cake before. He was uncertain when his birthday even was. Nevertheless, on the tray in front of him was a large baked dessert with “Happy Birthday” emblazoned in icing on the top.

He waited until the guard left him alone before very carefully tearing open the cake with his massive fingers—he was not trusted with knives—and found a small sheet of paper inside, wrapped around an even smaller pill. He unrolled it and read what was inscribed within.

Bane,

There’s a big barrel of this stuff down in the Confiscated Goods Vault. If you can get in there, you should have enough manpower to overwhelm the armory and mount a mass breakout. The guard who delivered this is dirty, so don’t worry about him tattling.

I wish you the best of luck in this endeavor. We already left Blackgate some time ago so I’m afraid I can’t help you escape. But if you do end up becoming the king of Gotham, I hope you’ll remember to give us an invite sometime.

Yours Truly,

Scandal Savage

He grinned and pocketed the Venom, then swallowed the paper. Tomorrow he would draw blood from his enemies. And he would finally claim what he was after.