Imagine a man who doesn't like having fun, now imagine that man in popular club in Liverpool. Now imagine that man being Bane, he was standing in the corner with a permanent scowl on his face. He had his arms crossed in front of his chest and ignored every woman or man who asked him to dance, he even pushed some people away when they danced on him. And yes, it was both men and women dancing on him.

Him and his team were there cause there was a diplomat they needed to pay off or kill, which ever worked better. His team was enjoying this much more than him, like a lot more than him. Bird was sitting in a booth looking over the place, surrounded my gorgeous ladies. Trogg was leaning on the bar and chatting up a pretty barmaid. And Zombie, who was wearing a mask to hide the skull marking on his face and stitched closed mouth, was watching from the second story. No girls were talking to him, but people were checking him out.

You were here too, on a mission similar to Bane's, in fact you were held at Peña Duro the same time as him. Though you hadn't expected to see him here, you could still remember how you two were friends back then. And even intimate at times, part of you still wished he had asked you to be come with him after you guys escaped. And now you stood just a few feet away from him, wondering if he'd recognize you, so hesitantly looked up at him. You really wanted to talk to him, and besides the target wasn't there yet so, you had some time to kill.

Bane looked down at you and narrowed his eyes slightly, he was slightly irritated that you were standing in front of him. Just like all the others who had tried to flirt with him. Though he was slightly curious of you, you looked a little familiar. Strangely familiar.

"My name is Eduardo, I am six foot and eight inches, my shoe size is fifteen, I'm from Cuba, and the holes in my head are for medical reasons." He said with a huff, he obviously was tired of people asking him the same prying questions.