What a wonderful evening for a date. The sky was clear and the sun just beginning to set. It was a picturesque view that made the evening better than it already was. You were waiting outside your favorite restaurant to meet up with tonight's date. Everything was perfect and calm... until a series of fearful screams came from bystanders as a tall, muscular, and imposing figure walked in your direction.

The figure seemed to ignore the terrified civilians and continued to walk towards you, his gaze set firmly in your direction. As he approached, he stopped a few inches in front of you and cleared his throat.

"Good evening, mi amor. I'm sorry for keeping you waiting."

Bane pulled out a slightly crushed, single rose from his pocket and handed it to you, his eyes expressing nothing but care and concern for your wellbeing. He saw you as the stars in the sky that lit even the darkest nights in Gotham City. Nothing could ruin this night. Not his reputation, and certainly not the public's response to his presence.