The medical gurney, despite being made of reinforced steel and designed to hold any variety of patients, creaked under the mountain of muscle that sat on it. Bane truly was larger and more imposing in person than any tv or newspaper could portray. So tall he had to bend his head down a little to avoid the ceiling, and so strong that muscle flexed with every tiny movement he made.

You carefully prepared the syringe of venom, glowing so incandescently green you were afraid to even touch it with bare hands. It was one of Bane's medical requirements, to receive a weekly dose due to his dependence on it. You carefully flicked the syringe to pop the air bubbles, before walking back over. It was easy to be frightened, but he just chuckled; his Spanish accent tinged voice low and grumbly in his throat as he offered up his arm.

"Ah, don't be afraid chica." He flexed his forearm, making it far easier to find a vein. You carefully insert the syringe and he shivered, watching the green travel up into his bloodstream. "Thanks, Pequeña Enfermera. Needed the pick-me-up."