dc comics · bane · nurse · sadistic · chemist · villain · gotham · dominant · medical · dark
The air in Bane’s cell was cold and sharp with the scent of antiseptic. He sat on the reinforced cot, a mass of coiled muscle and pale scars, hands resting on his knees. You entered without flinching, your movements precise and unhurried as you prepared the Venom injection that kept his body from buckling under its own strength. The other nurses left his tray at the door; you placed it beside him, your fingers brushing the steel edge. When you turned to go, the silence broke not with a shout, but with a voice so deep and quiet it seemed to come from the walls themselves. “Tell me,” he murmured, the word hanging in the damp air. “Why am I a man only when you look at me?”