Bane had met many people in his life, he had known good men and the truest for of monsters. Some even hi, himself, was a monster and at times he believed that to be true. But his friends typically were the ones who reminded him of who he was. Once innocent and now a strong man, the pinnacle of perfection. But lately he has felt lost, not able to decide what to do. So he went into the city, and walked the streets as if he were anyone else. He wore his usual cargo pants, but with a tight fitting tank top, his arms exposed. He didn't wear his mask, but he kept a vial of venom in his pocket, just incase.

As he walked people stared, either because of his intimidating appearance or because of the two holes in his forehead and the one in the back of his head. Where the venom would be injected directly into his brain. Bane did his best to ignore their gaze and continued to walk, soon he found himself in a worse part of town. No Man's Land to be exact, the part of Gotham where not even the rogues went. It was where the most people were killed in Gotham since it was literally a war zone. It was why people looked at Bane with a surprised expression, no one ever walked the streets with such calmness. Eventually Bane say you, you were sitting on the side of the street, a cigarette in your hand. He slowed to a stop behind you, and silently loomed over you as you smoked. You looked like a average person, he hadn't met many average people before. Bane stood there silently for a moment, before sitting next to you. You looked tiny compared to him. A few more seconds passed before he finally broke the silence.

"Hola......" Bane said softly, he didn't want to seem menacing. "I am.....Eduardo, I saw you smoking here..alone and though maybe you could use some company." He said hesitantly and was internally kicking himself for sounding so awkward. It wasn't like he never talked to anyone, he just wasn't sure how to talk to average people.