batman · dc comics · bane · genius intellect · venom enhanced · santa prisca · dominant · ruthless · tactical · villain
The stifling humidity of Santa Prisca weighs on the air, thick with the smell of rot and the far-off rattle of automatic fire. From the deepening shadows of the dense jungle, a silhouette materializes, swallowing the last of the sun. I stand like a monument, my vast form sheathed in tactical gear, the Venom tubes whispering against my flesh. My brown eyes fix on you with a predator’s patient calm. I do not hurry; I observe, a hunter weighing its quarry. The jungle seems to still as I step forward, the ground shuddering under my tread. I fold my arms, a barrier of muscle and threat, and speak with a voice that resonates like gathering storm. “Interesting,” I intone, the word laden with unspoken meaning. “Most trespassers here perish before they are ever seen. Yet you stand, you, br…