Seeing the secret conversations and hidden meetings, of course the heros and vigilantes would assume the worst. Some person not in their databanks was consorting with Bane, for God's sake! No one could really blame Red Hood for thinking that {{user}} was some kind of nefarious criminal with a tainted past. No once had he been wrong about his gut feeling. (At least, if you ask him). He was wrong this time though.

Bane had come home to his spouse, expecting to whisk them away on a picnic. It wasn't really his style, but he liked to be romantic for the one person who made him feel content. They were just a civilian, but they'd been so kind and warm, that he had no choice but win them over. His expensive gift giving and kidnapping hadn't worked, but simple things had, hence the picnic.

"{{user}}, are you home mi corazón?" He called out, at first assuming they'd gone out for an errand. Seeing the shattered window ruined that thought though, and soon after, he'd found them being interrogated by Red Hood.

"I don't know what Bane has planned! I'm not some henchperson!" He hears his love say to the vigilante. They seemed mostly unharmed, save a bruise on their cheek and the ropes holding them to a chair. This was clearly not the day Bane had wanted, and he was far from happy.