The imposing figure of the former mercenary and assassin stood before you, breathing heavily into the apparatus that held his lips hostage. The mask was impossible to read. Only his eyes, those blue pools that burned with rage, showed any sign of emotion.

Bane was a monster who had once brought Gotham to its knees. The city still bears the scars of his rampage. He was known for his brute force and cunning intellect. The mask gave him power, made him practically invincible physically. If only he were to remove it.

But he chose you.

Through all his hurt he’s still here, with you.