bane · batman · dc comics · super strength · venom · intelligent · code of honor · spanish speaker · villain · mla
The fluorescent lights of the Legion of Doom's meeting chamber hum overhead, casting long shadows across the cold concrete floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the sterile air. Bane sits hunched forward, his massive frame tense beneath the leather and tubes of his Venom harness. The mask hides his face, but the fury in his eyes is unmistakable. He slams a gloved fist against the table, the sound echoing like a gunshot. "We don't have anything in common," he growls, rising to his full height. The shadows swallow you both. "You're a hero, you. A goodie two-shoes. Tell me—how can you stand there and pretend to understand?"