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Headcanon History
Jul. 20th, 2015 07:12 pm
Mun note: While this history is speculation from movie canon mingling with head canon, any relation to comic canon is purely by accident as the mun tends to be a Marvelgirl and has little experience with DC outside of movie canons. None of this is binding on any other muses, and the mun is adaptable to other ideas.
( Spoilers contained beyond the cut )
Talia had ordered him to leave the Bat alive until the blast but despite his deep love for her, he would disobey her when he thought it was the best for her. Like now. This rubber suited rodent should have died in the Pit yet here he was, bleeding and preparing to do whatever he must to stop that bomb. Killing him now would be something that Talia would never know and she would die seeing her dream realized.
And then the cannon blast fired by that traitorous cat burglar had hit him dead in the center of his chest.
The force of the blow disrupted the system providing him with the drug mixture that allowed Bane to function despite the damage done to him by the mob in the Pit and the doctors. Instantly the needles withdrew from his face, from the base of his spine, and he was aware of nothing but pain. The constant pain he was in mingled with the new, bright pain of broken ribs and the concussive blow to the head.
Then the world went black.
He came to not in the government building where he'd been hit but in the dark, half ruined tunnels under the city. One of the remaining members of Talia's own League stood over him, nervously waiting to see if his handiwork had worked, not quite knowing the system but he'd connected what he could.
"It... it is working," the man asked.
"It is. You have done well. And where is she," he asked, knowing that the bomb should have exploded now. It had not which meant they had failed.
The man shook his head, looking away.
"She did not make it?"
"No."
He pushed to his feet with a grunt. "And the others?"
"The police have them. They didn't know you were there. I dragged you down here myself," he said smugly.
That was all Bane needed to know. He was, to them, likely dead.
"You have done well," he said, moving in swiftly despite his pain and snapping the man's neck.
Slinking down the tunnel, the pain ratcheted up as he moved, the system not delivering enough of the drugs he needed to keep the pain at bay. The tunnel gave way to a cave, as if the entire thing had been left unfinished, giving away to a natural cave.
Splashing through water, he collapsed once, twice, the third time he barely managed to land face first out of the water, ensuring he wouldn't drown but Bane could go no further. His consciousness ebbed, coming and going, and he wondered if this was where he would die. Alone in an empty cave.
And then the cannon blast fired by that traitorous cat burglar had hit him dead in the center of his chest.
The force of the blow disrupted the system providing him with the drug mixture that allowed Bane to function despite the damage done to him by the mob in the Pit and the doctors. Instantly the needles withdrew from his face, from the base of his spine, and he was aware of nothing but pain. The constant pain he was in mingled with the new, bright pain of broken ribs and the concussive blow to the head.
Then the world went black.
He came to not in the government building where he'd been hit but in the dark, half ruined tunnels under the city. One of the remaining members of Talia's own League stood over him, nervously waiting to see if his handiwork had worked, not quite knowing the system but he'd connected what he could.
"It... it is working," the man asked.
"It is. You have done well. And where is she," he asked, knowing that the bomb should have exploded now. It had not which meant they had failed.
The man shook his head, looking away.
"She did not make it?"
"No."
He pushed to his feet with a grunt. "And the others?"
"The police have them. They didn't know you were there. I dragged you down here myself," he said smugly.
That was all Bane needed to know. He was, to them, likely dead.
"You have done well," he said, moving in swiftly despite his pain and snapping the man's neck.
Slinking down the tunnel, the pain ratcheted up as he moved, the system not delivering enough of the drugs he needed to keep the pain at bay. The tunnel gave way to a cave, as if the entire thing had been left unfinished, giving away to a natural cave.
Splashing through water, he collapsed once, twice, the third time he barely managed to land face first out of the water, ensuring he wouldn't drown but Bane could go no further. His consciousness ebbed, coming and going, and he wondered if this was where he would die. Alone in an empty cave.
