Who: Bane and Enigma. What: A random encounter. Where: The roof. When: Monday evening. Rating: TBD.
He stood on the roof top overlooking as far as he could see of Atlanta. Nothing in comparison to Gotham. It was small, pathetic and dry. This may have been the cause of the apocalypse that seemed to be upon them. But such an event in the city of Gotham would look far more extravagant. No matter, Bane thought as he clutched the flaps of his long sheep skinned coat. He wore nothing beneath but his bare skin, his heavy black trousers that looked as if they were made of lead and his large boots that could crush a skull in an instant. The swell of his biceps threatened to split the arms of his coat. His large chest rose and lowered, inhaling the thick musty smell of death that lingered in the air. It would only be a matter of time before Bane would take control. Especially a place like this with such...broken weak people who had already suffered at the hands of what seemed a vicious virus. Bane could not explain how he had come to be here. But what mattered was that he was alive and he had more venom to last him a lifetime. And Talia was here. Together, they would would watch Wayne bleed a slow death.
Of course, there was Crane also. He would be...useful and would be seen to have Bane's trust in hand after Crane proved his superficial act of loyalty. But Bane would not trust him, he was merely a toy, a pawn in much larger game. And when the time was right, he would take Crane's life. He smiled at the thought. Not just this city, but this world could be his and Talia's.