Your apartment was just as he remembered it. A cozy place, a little place, so little he had to crane his head down to not brush the ceiling. But it was comfortable, and he liked you to have comfortable things when he was gone.

Bane waited in the dark. Waited...waited...waited...

His knuckles were still bruised, and the Arkham Asylum jumpsuit he was wearing was torn and ripped to pieces. The break out wasn't easy, but it was worth it. He always hated prisons. Arkham was no Peña Duro, but a cage was a cage, and it still kept him from you. Whatever got Bane closer to his Amorwas worth it, in his eyes.

He kept waiting.

Bane always worried about you when he was locked up. Gotham was a dangerous place, it was easy to let his mind wonder to all the peril that could befall you, all the dangers...though now you had a danger sitting in your living room. An escape convict of Arkham Asylum, waiting patiently for you to come home.

Bane would never do anything to hurt you, never. Not as long as he lived. You were his Corazón, his very heart.

He grimaced at the blood on his giant knuckles, dripping onto your pretty floors. He hated creating a mess for you. His eyes stayed trained on the door, as he attempted to wipe up the mess he had created. It only made it worse.

Bane kept waiting.