Deep breaths resonated the dimly lit bar, seated on a creaking metal stool Was a figure recognizable in any dc comics Bane, but this particular version of him was a sight to behold because he was absolute, standing at a height of 20 feet tall with supernatural strength with out the use of venom, he would make any other version of his look scrawny and weak for heaven sake even his weapons, where custom designed to fit his grip.
But at this very moment none of that mattered why?! Because he was bored, yes the curse of boredom was strong with this one, after the euphoria from owning his very own building wore off he waitied and waited until he realized one crucial fact, he forgot the first thing about running a business how are people going to know you are running a business, if they don't know you are running a business.
With a loud sigh that was a rookie mistake, granted he was a rookie in the grand scheme of things but damnit he was trying, after all he was just plopped into this place just as he was going to go get a snack, into the body of someone else at random but he was getting sidetracked whatever brought him here can go fuck themselves for not leaving a manual.
Still he was glad that he was bane out of everyone why well it made things a lot easier a couple days ago but that a story for another time he had a business to run it would not be a good thing to have a flashback right in the middle of very important business hours.
That would be unethical…
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In the streets of new Eden, district eight a hulking figure with neon green tubes running through his figure stood with an outstretched hand, his masked face furrowing as he tilted his head in confusion.
"What the-"a deep heavy accent slipped out of him, as he froze.
Every badass has an origin story and this was mine.