radiothebook Chapter 181 Bane Dons the Batman Suit
Chapter 181 Bane Dons the Batman Suit
Chapter 181 Bane Dons the Batman Suit
Gotham.
Tonight is the perfect time for murder, robbery, and all sorts of crimes. And of course, it's also the perfect time for Batman to make his appearance.
A hazy mist hung over the long street.
The fine gauze, which should have been pure white, was stained black under the night, like dark clouds rolling across the earth.
Bane donned the Batman costume. His body blended seamlessly into the darkness, which inexplicably made him feel incredibly at ease.
This Batman costume was handcrafted by him when he first encountered Batman.
Even after a long time, the words the Penguin said back then still resonate in his mind to this day.
"...Bane is not Batman...So let me point you in a simple fact...My respectable ally. No matter how many killers and burly men you bring from San Priscilla Island, Gotham has been in far worse situations—"
"They are not afraid of you."
"I fear you..."
"I fear you..."
The voice sang softly in Bane's heart. The strong, muscular man lifted the Batman costume and examined it carefully in the moonlight.
He had originally planned to wear the Batman costume and confront Batman, but ultimately abandoned the plan—because he sensed fear while analyzing his own inner self.
He realized that if he were to face Batman in this uniform, it would be tantamount to admitting that Bane could not defeat Batman, and that only Batman could defeat Batman.
This is undoubtedly a blow to one's own morale and spirit.
But he did not destroy the uniform; in fact, he carefully stored it away some time before the final battle.
As it turned out, his foresight did indeed come in handy.
For some reason, he now has to do something that Batman would do but Bane wouldn't, so perhaps he'll have to wear his nemesis's clothes.
This is the best option when there are no other choices.
Bain clung to the edge of the building, carefully observing his reflection in a smooth pane of glass.
He had imagined many times what he would look like in a Batman costume, but now...
not bad.
Bane thought for a moment, then tried to do a classic Batman Returns pose.
Yes, they look alike, very alike.
He had practiced many times in private, and when it came to impersonating Batman, he was confident that he was among the best in the world.
Bain squinted.
That's enough to fool those idiots.
He looked down.
boom!!!
On the street, a small giant with explosively large muscles lifted a small car with his bare hands. His upper body was abnormally swollen, almost like the cover of "Mr. Muscle".
"Hey, Tank, take out these cops, we need to get out of here!"
Bane, dressed in his Batman costume, couldn't help but let his gaze grow even colder.
This guy called Tank was wearing the same vest and pants as Bane, and even the tube supplying Venom was in the same position. Apart from the mask, he and the former Bane looked like they were cut from the same mold.
"Got it!" the tank barked gruffly. "I'm handling it!"
The car spun around and was thrown towards the police, startling the pursuing police car so much that it swerved and crashed into a streetlight.
Bang bang bang bang!
The bullets flew around wildly, hitting the little giant like a tickle, leaving only a few red dots.
The tank covered its eyes and roared to the sky, "Eee-ya-yaaaaaaah!"
"Enough! Has Venom fried your brain?! We need to get going!"
The tank suddenly turned around to look at his teammate. Just as Bane thought he was going to punch his teammate, the teammate quickly pressed down on his back a few times, and more venom was injected into the tank's body.
As the venom flooded in and the withdrawal symptoms subsided, his intelligence returned, and Tank immediately cooperated with his accomplices, getting into a green pickup truck and taking advantage of the chaos to escape the scene.
From beginning to end, Bain simply observed silently.
Tsk, no infighting, huh? Well, not everyone is Batman, and most people wouldn't attack their teammates.
He followed behind the truck, waiting for the gang of thugs to take him back to their hideout.
His investigative methods were very Batman-esque. Bane wasn't a detective, but he was a great learner, especially of his enemies. He had reviewed Batman's files from so many years ago and knew Batman's methods inside and out.
……
……
……
"Don't you think it's time for us to move on, Power Striker?"
air!
Logan, the power hitter, lived up to his name by dressing like a baseball player, wearing a red hat.
This is typical of Gotham criminals, and only Gothamites would do such crazy things: nicknamed Penguin, he would dress up as a penguin; someone called Strong Hitter, he would dress up as a baseball player.
"I don't understand what you're saying, buddy." Power hitter Logan was playing baseball at his own base.
air!
"Alright! Hits outfield!"
He gave himself a shout of approval.
"Mr. Logan, we have a terrible reputation in Gotham. Two of your associates are already in jail."
Logan's men were still trying to persuade him: "We should shut down all operations here and start somewhere else."
"Willis would never tell, and neither would my driver."
Power hitter Logan picked up another baseball and hit it with a thud.
"However, perhaps it really is time to consider adding some greenery."
He pulled out another baseball, swung the bat as usual, and continued, "Once Tank and the others get their stuff back, we'll pack it up right away... Who are you?"
He lowered his baseball bat and looked at the hand emerging from the shadows.
The hand was clearly holding the baseball he had just hit, while the owner of that hand remained hidden in the shadows.
hiss……
Batter Logan heard his opponent making a hissing sound like a train whistle.
"You'd better have a good reason for standing there, you big man receiver, you—" But the batter was ruthlessly interrupted before he could finish his sentence.
He heard the other person's indifferent voice.
"I'll ask you some questions, and if I'm not satisfied with your answers, I'll tear you apart."
Logan, the power hitter, stared at him in astonishment, then let out a sneer.
Bain, seemingly oblivious to the other's expression, continued, "You're supplying your thugs with venom. And from what I've observed, it's clearly a modified version."
Bain's voice was calm and polite.
"Titan-type steroid-enhanced venom serum is a violence-enhancing substance with a 93% lethality rate. At Penaduro Prison, almost all the subjects died from this venom and its complications... except for Bane. I thought he was the only user of Titan Venom."
Bane saw stunner Logan calling to his men, and squad after squad of men rushed toward him with weapons, their guns pointed at Bane.
But he didn't care at all and showed no sign of stopping.
"I want to know who and where you got it from."
He said, "I want someone who sells this medicine to you."
"Do you think I'd tell you, you idiot?"
He heard that scumbag say, "You're dead. Do you know who I am?"
"Now, the cockroach, which had been hiding in the shadows, slowly emerges and kneels down with its hands behind its head. I'll consider not shoving your head down your ass."
Bain seemed to be deep in thought.
"Actually, I can guess. The version you're using is different from Bane's. I managed to get my hands on the blood of your subordinates who were enhanced by Titan Venom, and Titan Venom is compatible with their blood types."
"The right improvements. There is only one person in the world who understands Titan Venom so well."
Bain uttered that name.
"Dr. Randolph, of course. I suspect Bain wasn't the only one who traveled all the way from St. Priscilla. So where is he now? I need to speak with him."
"Are you listening to me?" said Logan, the power hitter. "Are you deaf?"
"No, sir."
The striker only heard the other person say, "I was just asking you politely."
"I want you to hold me in your arms—never mind."
Slammer Logan shook his head: "I can't believe I wasted so much time with an idiot."
He addressed his men:
"Fire!"
Click click click click click...
Immediately, the sound of triggers being pulled filled the air.
But not a single bullet was fired.
"Good heavens! What's going on?!"
One of the gunmen who had gathered shouted, "My gun!"
He raised the murder weapon in his hand, but the barrel, which should have stood straight, drooped down as if it were impotent.
The metal barrel seemed to come alive, as soft as a spear in a sage mode.
Then, in the next moment, the previously limp gun barrel transformed into a muscular snake, climbing directly onto the gunman's body and binding him tightly.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Within those few short seconds, everyone had actually fallen to the ground.
As he looked at his fallen men, Logan, the slammer, felt a slight dizziness, as if he were dreaming.
"What...what exactly happened?!"
His pupils reflected the figure slowly emerging from the shadows, his eyes widening slightly as he saw the pointed ears.
"It seems...it seems...to be you!"
"Yes," Bain said.
"I am Batman."
As he said this, Bain realized he was experiencing a strange sense of pleasure, but he quickly cut off the feeling and banished it to the back of his mind.
"you……"
He heard Logan, the power hitter, stammering, "How did you do that?!"
"Because I am Batman," Bane told him.
The ruthless, muscle-bound thug never knew that saying this to someone could be so interesting.
Power hitter Logan tried to swing his wooden baseball bat at Bane, but before the bat could hit Bane's head, it turned into a wooden snake, coiling back and binding him tightly in the power hitter's desperate gaze.
The poor stuntman cried out, "This...this is Batman's skill too?!"
Then he was grabbed by the neck and lifted up by hand: "And now I want to find that person, Dr. Randolph. He's skilled at turning humans into monsters. I need him. I hope you can tell me about him—"
boom!
But before Bain could finish speaking, he suddenly turned around.
Eight muscular men crashed through the wall and lunged at Bane's face.
Their clothing and equipment were practically identical; apart from the different colored hoods, they were almost indistinguishable.
Every step they took was like a small earthquake.
"Taste our surprise, Batman." Power Slammer Logan, slammed to the ground, laughed, "Taste our power! One Bane almost broke your spine, but now we have eight!"
He said, "Oh, they'll grab your kitten, they'll grab your neck, and then tear you apart like a rag doll!"
boom!
Bane punched a purple hooded figure, sending it flying into the sky like a rocket, before embedding its head into the ceiling.
"I am no longer troubled by Venom."
As Bain thought this, he grabbed another man by the neck and slammed him to the ground.
He curled his middle and ring fingers, then flicked vines from his wrists, nimbly crawling over the muscular monsters like a giant spider, wrapping them with more and more green.
"For the first time in my life, I am completely free."
Bain thought to himself. He watched as the other man was bound tightly by the growing plants, vines crawling into his mouth and anus, causing him pain.
"I won't make excuses; excuses are for sinners. I was once driven by Venom; it controlled me, not the other way around."
A small giant swung a pillar at him like a stick, but Bane smashed it to pieces with his bare hands.
"I did want to tear Batman apart, I did want to rule Batman's city, but Venom impaired my judgment, and so I lost everything."
No one could stand a chance against him. He utterly crushed those monsters.
He was thinking.
"And now I know that my enemy is not Batman at all; my enemies were already persecuting me before I was born."
"I no longer need Venom. I can break free from them at any time."
No one was a match for Bane; he easily defeated everyone.
For those small monsters enhanced by venom, bricks are as easily crushed as tofu, and conversely, they are just as easily crushed as tofu in front of Bane.
"I'm free, and I'll always be free, Batman."
Wearing a Batman costume, Bane punched the small giant beneath him, who had already lost the ability to resist, again and again, like beating a drum.
His fists were covered in blood. Even while he was hitting people, Bain felt his mind was perfectly clear.
"Because I am innocent. According to the laws of my hometown, I was born guilty, but I am innocent. I have never committed a crime. I am driven by hatred, driven by venom."
He held a replica high in the air and then snapped it with a loud crack.
His eyes reflected the enemies lying on the ground. Intangible flames swirled in his eyes and around him.
"I have been reborn!"
He threw his opponent, whose spine was broken and who was limp like a lump of mud, onto the ground.
During the battle, Bane had never felt his mind so clear as at this moment.
The City of Darkness was no longer mysterious to him. It was no longer of any use; it was just an empty place.
He is free now, but only in terms of his physical body. His past, his soul, remains imprisoned, bound in chains, thousands of miles to the south.
Therefore, before he embarked on the path of pursuing the freedom of his soul...
Bain lifted up Logan, the battered and mangled stunner: "Tell me, where is Dr. Randolph?!"
(End of this chapter)