Bane slowly turned his head and grinned. “As you wish,” he replied, hurling Grayson at the Demon’s daughter, sending them both tumbling to the other end of the cavern. He glanced up at the inmates above, him, who had completed their task of downing Talia’s guards.
“BLOW THE CHARGES!” He bellowed, and the inmates obeyed, setting off the bombs that they had also brought with them. The pit only worked once. Now that Grayson had used it, it was useless to him. But he had committed the diagram on the computer to memory. It should be a simple matter to seek out the others.
The explosion reverberated throughout the chamber, causing rocks to fall from the ceiling. As Talia rose, he strolled calmly closer, grinding his knuckles into his fist.
“One way or another, Demon’s Daughter,” he promised, “It ends tonight.”
Then he charged her head on.
Dick was thrown and he hit Talia. He didn’t know who she was but he looked at her with a tilted head. Familiar, same as the boy. He wasn’t going to stick around for this though. That giant monkey man kicked his butt and he couldn’t deal with that.
Getting to his feet, Dick took off running again, this time dodging Bane and going toward the stairs. He was wet and cold and people were trying to hurt him. He couldn’t process any of this in his frenzy so it was best to flee. The people down here had to know what they were doing as they had tried to rescue him.
“No one expects the Spanish Inquisition!”
“Ibn al Xu’ffasch.”
Despite himself, Damian’s head whipped around, mask slits widening at the name. His name.
“kuma Hamaah ‘uhíbbuka.”
Damian stumbled unstably on his toes before sinking back onto his heels, an electric shiver tingling down his spine. A soft buzzing filled his head as his heels slide apart in a wide stance, his hands fell limply to his sides, and his face slacked into a flawlessly blank mask.
His mother rushed past him, a frightening frenzy in her eye he witnessed only a few times before and a white hot flash of fear overwhelmed him. Fear for himself, fear for pit-crazy Grayson, for paralyzed Gordon, for stragiling Colin, perhaps even for his insane mother rushing towards her certain demise. And yet his limbs refused to budge. His mouth remained firmly shut, even his slow, steady breaths were out of his control. He was utterly powerless, trapped in his mind, mere feet away from the blue-faced Grayson and a raging Bane.
And all he could do was blink.
Talia managed to twist her body to the side, so the impact of Grayson didn’t knock her completely off her booted feet.
Richard blinked up at her, the madness waning from his eyes but still prevalent as he pushed himself away and went running towards the stone stairs.
“Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!”
Talia shook her head, He’s recovering at least if he’s back to quoting Monty Python, his insanity will not last much longer, ignoring the memory of a much younger Richard Grayson muttering Python quotes, as he lay delirious next to her in a cave, awaiting Bruce to swing and rescue him.
“One way or another, Demon’s Daughter,” Bane thundered, “It ends tonight.”
al Ghul raised the scimitar of her ancestors as the hulking creature, twice her size and five times her girth, barreled towards her like an enraged rhinoceros with it’s horn cut off.
Leaping into the air, Talia aimed her scimitar downwards and stabbed the long, curved blade through Bane’s shoulder blade, grasping with both hands putting all her weight behind the strike, Talia slid down behind Bane and tumbled out of the way.
Flipping back up to her feet, Talia crouched down and lifted up the blade just in front of her sweating features, her wide mouth forming into a battle-crazed smirk as she looked up at Bane.
“Tonight, creature, it is I who hunt you, with the fury of my ancestors behind each cut from this blade,” al Ghul’s eyes glinted, “how did that feel, Bane? Are you experiencing something much more painful than just a regular blow from a sword?”
Talia laughed and started to edge back forward, rising up from her crouching position as she pointed with her sword, “It’s something I like to call ‘Anti-Venom’ or, rather, what any other chemist would call a concoction of hemlock, cassava and wolfsbane. Concocted it myself, I so rarely use my alchemy training.”
Cocking her head to the side, Talia began swinging around her contaminated weapon, “Upon blood contact, it renders nervous systems completely defunct and soon it will start to reject your ‘Venom’,” she hissed, “and all other functioning organs in your body will also shut down.”
She was right. He could feel it. It was working quickly, eating away at the Venom in his blood. His mind worked out a solution, and he found one after a few moments.
The concoction went after Venom before targeting anything else, so all he had to do was give it something to keep it busy. Downing the rest of the vials he brought with him, he dosed himself with every last drop of Venom he had, giving the toxin plenty to feed on.
Of course, with that much Venom coursing through him, it was nearly impossible to focus, and his conscious thoughts were being ripped away from him in the chemical maelstrom rampaging through his body and mind. He was reduced mostly to instinct, and charged after Talia with all the self-preservation of a cornered animal on its last legs, howling with rage.
Everything disappeared. It was just her and him. And one way or another, it was going to end.
Bane staggered back, barely registering the hit but surrendering to the laws of physics all the same. Grayson’s remark made no sense at all, but he had not expected it to.
Rushing forward, he wrapped the raving man in a bear hug, restraining him with his Venom-enhanced arms. A quick headbutt stunned Grayson, and he dropped him to the floor, kicking him across the cave, where he stayed put for the moment.
“I have to thank you for leading me here,” he spoke, strolling calmly over to him. “If your friends had not been so desperate to save you, I may never have found the secret to immortality.”
He picked Grayson up by the neck and started choking him. “I did not finish the job properly last time,” he continued. “As you can see, the pit is not for the weak of mind. Only those who are worthy may partake of it. Your friends will never understand that.”
Bane started squeezing harder. “But I think I can undo their mistake.”
Damian let loose a shallow grunt of exertion as he spun out of Mcginnis’s landing zone, gloves gripping the slimy cave ground for traction. Teeth grit tightly, his head snapped back upward, bangs flicking out of his eyes just in time to dodge a pair of charging feet. He rolled upward, staring breathlessly after Grayson, who was hollering unintelligibly as he hurdled - straight into Bane’s arms. The two began to scuffle and Damian’s relived trance was broken.
Without a backward glance to Abuse or Mcginnis, he leapt after Grayson, lips parted in a angry growl, protective rage fueling his charge at Bane and his chokehold on Grayson’s neck.
Dick gagged when he was in the choke hold. He didn’t entirely register what was happening. Just that he couldn’t breathe and he couldn’t move. He struggled, it was wild and frenzied without reason or thought other than to get free. The grip tightened and he snapped.
Swinging his legs he kicked at the man holding him as he saw a boy run up and join them. He wasn’t sure if he was going to attack him, or if he was going to attack the giant man holding him. So he continued to kick, aiming for the stomach or groin or anything.
“VIKINGS STORM THE CASTLE!”
Talia baulked and let out a scream of rage as Bane began his attack on Grayson, drawing her Shamshir Shikargar she rushed head-long into the fray, she would not let a hair on Damian’s head be touched.
“Bane! Accursed swine! Turn and face me you coward,” al Ghul demanded, leveling her sword towards Bane, “attacking the infirm and the young. You are no better than the scum between the toes of the slaughterers of the innocents of Bethlehem.” Talia hissed.
Turning her gaze to Damian, so ready to step in and defend Grayson, but still so young…Talia’s eyes softened ever so slightly, no-one would even notice the change in them as she looked across at her son.
“Ibn al Xu’ffasch,” Talia addressed Damian by his Arabic name, turning her scimitar handle first in his direction, “kuma Hamaah ‘uhíbbuka (your mother loves you.)” She delivered the last of the disabling code sentence—for the inhibitor chip still in his spine—that could be triggered only by the use of Damian’s real name…in her voice.
Her son would be awake, but he would not be able to move unless Talia triggered his revival word…or someone else did.
Talia waited as Damian stopped in place from the trigger word and turned her attention on Bane, whipping back around her scimitar, continuing her march toward the hulking attacker; still holding Richard by his throat.
“Drop Grayson and face me, Bane, give me my satisfaction or my death,” al Ghul stood in position, her legs apart and her ancient blade raised above her head.
She had done her duty, Damian was alive for now. He would survive. Talia would never let Bane live, even if it meant her own demise. Damian was everything…Talia had set things up for Damian to know about the babe, his brother, in the case of her death.
Blood and family. It was all that had mattered to her, really. Power meant security and the best of everything for her and her children. Protection from those who sought harm upon anything with the name of al Ghul.
Talia prayed, as the sweat caused by the humid cave poured down her brow, that Damian would remember her at least for that. That she loved him enough to give up everything, including her life, for him.
Bane slowly turned his head and grinned. “As you wish,” he replied, hurling Grayson at the Demon’s daughter, sending them both tumbling to the other end of the cavern. He glanced up at the inmates above, him, who had completed their task of downing Talia’s guards.
“BLOW THE CHARGES!” He bellowed, and the inmates obeyed, setting off the bombs that they had also brought with them. The pit only worked once. Now that Grayson had used it, it was useless to him. But he had committed the diagram on the computer to memory. It should be a simple matter to seek out the others.
The explosion reverberated throughout the chamber, causing rocks to fall from the ceiling. As Talia rose, he strolled calmly closer, grinding his knuckles into his fist.
“One way or another, Demon’s Daughter,” he promised, “It ends tonight.”
Then he charged her head on.
“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…
Dick didn’t see the luchador until it was too late. And he got a fist in the face. He reared back, stumbling and almost falling down, but he just barely caught himself. He blinked, shaking his head and trying to focus his attention on what just happened. Something hit him. He reached up, touching his face. Blood.
When he stood up again, he saw Bane, but he didn’t know who he was… not registering him at all. He rolled his neck doing the only thing he could do in response. He had just been punched in the face. He had been attacked by this guy.
Dick leaped into the air with a primal scream like an assaulting ancient warrior. He had no weapon but his body, so he clung to Bane’s back and just went with whatever he could. He wasn’t sure why this big man had punched him in the face, but he wasn’t going to just take it.
He opened his mouth and bit down into Bane’s shoulder with a growl.
In his Venom-fueled state, Bane did not even feel the acrobat’s teeth sinking into his flesh. Grabbing the back of his neck, he hurled Grayson into a nearby wall, rushing forward and gutpunching him in one fluid motion, then brought his knee up as he pulled him down, nailing him hard in the sternum.
There was no time for words. No more taunts. No more bravado. His opponent was beyond reason anyway, clawing and gnashing and coming after him like a wild animal. Were he not in a frenzy himself, Bane was sure he would have had trouble keeping up. As it was, they each gave as good as they got, with Bane throwing haymakers and knees while trying to avoid Dick’s acrobatic style that struck from unexpected angles and kept him guessing. It was like fighting a human pinball, and now he was truly cutting loose.
But Bane kept on coming like a freight train, firm and unyielding while also presenting an unstoppable offense. Venom not only enhanced his strength, but also focused his mind and therefore increased the aggregate speed of his moves. He fought well enough off of the drug, but when it flowed through his veins he was practically impossible to stop.
Not that Grayson was not trying. He seemed to be growing more frenzied by the minute, and was nearly frothing at the mouth. Bane finally spotted an opening and took it, launching the acrobat across the room with a double-fisted punch.
Dick put up a good fight. It was much better than the previous time he fought Bane. It might have been the pit madness, but he was taking punches with full gusto. And he wasn’t backing down either. Every punch, every slam, he got back up. Like he didn’t feel the pain. Maybe the madness was clouding him enough to not feel the pain.
The man came at him with a double fist punch, but Dick was quicker than the hulking attacker. He flipped over him watching the man hit the wall before he skidded to a stop behind him. He jumped up, grabbing a chunk of rock, swinging himself so he kicked the man upside the head.
“Keep away from me Kung Fu Panda! I don’t have your bamboo!”
Bane staggered back, barely registering the hit but surrendering to the laws of physics all the same. Grayson’s remark made no sense at all, but he had not expected it to.
Rushing forward, he wrapped the raving man in a bear hug, restraining him with his Venom-enhanced arms. A quick headbutt stunned Grayson, and he dropped him to the floor, kicking him across the cave, where he stayed put for the moment.
“I have to thank you for leading me here,” he spoke, strolling calmly over to him. “If your friends had not been so desperate to save you, I may never have found the secret to immortality.”
He picked Grayson up by the neck and started choking him. “I did not finish the job properly last time,” he continued. “As you can see, the pit is not for the weak of mind. Only those who are worthy may partake of it. Your friends will never understand that.”
Bane started squeezing harder. “But I think I can undo their mistake.”
“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…
Dick didn’t see the luchador until it was too late. And he got a fist in the face. He reared back, stumbling and almost falling down, but he just barely caught himself. He blinked, shaking his head and trying to focus his attention on what just happened. Something hit him. He reached up, touching his face. Blood.
When he stood up again, he saw Bane, but he didn’t know who he was… not registering him at all. He rolled his neck doing the only thing he could do in response. He had just been punched in the face. He had been attacked by this guy.
Dick leaped into the air with a primal scream like an assaulting ancient warrior. He had no weapon but his body, so he clung to Bane’s back and just went with whatever he could. He wasn’t sure why this big man had punched him in the face, but he wasn’t going to just take it.
He opened his mouth and bit down into Bane’s shoulder with a growl.
In his Venom-fueled state, Bane did not even feel the acrobat’s teeth sinking into his flesh. Grabbing the back of his neck, he hurled Grayson into a nearby wall, rushing forward and gutpunching him in one fluid motion, then brought his knee up as he pulled him down, nailing him hard in the sternum.
There was no time for words. No more taunts. No more bravado. His opponent was beyond reason anyway, clawing and gnashing and coming after him like a wild animal. Were he not in a frenzy himself, Bane was sure he would have had trouble keeping up. As it was, they each gave as good as they got, with Bane throwing haymakers and knees while trying to avoid Dick’s acrobatic style that struck from unexpected angles and kept him guessing. It was like fighting a human pinball, and now he was truly cutting loose.
But Bane kept on coming like a freight train, firm and unyielding while also presenting an unstoppable offense. Venom not only enhanced his strength, but also focused his mind and therefore increased the aggregate speed of his moves. He fought well enough off of the drug, but when it flowed through his veins he was practically impossible to stop.
Not that Grayson was not trying. He seemed to be growing more frenzied by the minute, and was nearly frothing at the mouth. Bane finally spotted an opening and took it, launching the acrobat across the room with a double-fisted punch.
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
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.
