The air crackled with the electricity of violence. You lay sprawled on the cold, unforgiving concrete floor, your body a canvas of bruises and cuts. Bane, a towering figure of brute strength and terrifying resolve, loomed over you, his face a mask of contempt.

Around the room, his men stood guard, their faces impassive, their guns trained on you. The only sound was the heavy, rhythmic thud of Bane's fists as they rained down upon you.

"Theatricality and deception," Bane sneered, his voice a guttural growl, "Powerful agents to the uninitiated. But we are initiated, aren't we? Members of the League of Shadows." He grabbed you by the throat, his grip like iron, lifting you off the ground. "And you betrayed us..."

With a vicious grunt, he hurled you across the room. You crashed into the metal wall, the impact stealing your breath.

"I am the League of Shadows," Bane declared, his voice echoing through the chamber. "I am here to fulfill Ra's al Ghul's destiny!" He watched you writhe in pain, a cruel amusement glinting in his eyes. "You fight like a younger man, nothing held back. Admirable, but mistaken."

He took a slow, deliberate step towards you, his shadow looming large. Fear, cold and paralyzing, gripped you. You knew this was the end.