The Blackgate Breakout (open)

[bane]

Bane felt the sealed, water-proof pack rubbing against his back as he swam toward Blackgate Penitentiary. Also strapped to his back was a large, metal case, nearly the length of his body. Without the assistance of Venom, he would not have made the swim, but blessings came in all sorts of ways.

The night sky was overcast, the clouds faintly illuminated by the pale moon behind them. This cover provided Bane with the perfect opportunity to sneak onto the prison grounds with less chance of being spotted by any guards that happened to be watching the water.

His hands brushed against the mud of the bottom of the water, telling him that he could stand up. The guard towers were in the distance, their beams of light scanning the inside of the prison grounds. Bane stood, now knee-deep in water, the weight of his supplies bearing down now. He grabbed ahold of the side of the vine-covered cliffside and began to climb up.

Reaching the top, he scanned his surroundings. The prison was surrounded by an outer wall, quite a daunting task for a normal man, but not to Bane. He pressed the button on his wristplate, sending Venom into his body. He clenched his fists, the muscles in his body tightening as his body was enhanced to superhuman levels. His veins were pumping, his muscles bulging from the effects of the super-steroid. Breathing heavily, he ran toward the outer wall and leaped up, grabbing the post holding some electrified barbed wiring for balance and, without setting off a single spark or alarm, landing inside the prison.

He wasted no time. He spotted the main housing area for the inmates and set down his equipment. Opening the large box, he removed a grenade launcher, loading it with six rounds, fully equipped. He slung it over his back and moved over to the housing area, getting a clear view of it. The inmates were all asleep now on the other end of the building. Destroying this wall would not harm them, but it would certainly wake them up. He raised the launcher to his shoulder and took aim. He fired, a Whoomp! heard briefly before the side of the prison exploded in a ball of fire and debris.

The guards swarmed toward the open wall, just as he had planned. Slipping around to the other side of the prison, staying in the cover of the shadows, he blew open a hole in the main entrance. Slinging the grenade launcher back over his shoulder, he ran for the entrance. The smoke was clearing, a single guard on the ground, groaning. Bane kicked him in the side of the head, knocking him unconscious. He spotted the switch that opened the cells in the prison. He released the prisoners from their cells, hearing exciting whooping laughter and calls of celebration, followed by gunfire. Bane then destroyed the mechanism, removing all chances for their cells to be closed once more.

The first stage of attack had begun....

[doe]

Since she killed her last three psychiatrists, the court had decided she was beyond therapy and sent her to die in Blackgate. She had little interaction with any guards, prisoners, or staff. It was torturous. She was stuck without a life to hide in, and in turned forced to play the role of Jane Doe. She felt bare and empty. She consumed her time in this horrible place by trying to taunt the guards into talking with her. Anything that would give her a glimpse into their life. Did they have kids? Did they always want to work at a prison? What did they have for breakfast? She had to know. She had to know about there life so the emptiness wouldn’t be so loud.

Day after day went, and she was beginning to understand the guards better. She liked Keith. He used to be an air force pilot before his left eye went blind. She used to be an air force pilot before her left eye went blind. She was witty and always had a good attitude about things. She had three boys all in middle school and in love with baseball. She was Keith, or she would be as soon as she got out of the cell and a hold of some tools.

She wasn’t sleeping. She never slept. Sleep meant dreaming about her life and she didn’t want her life. She wanted another life. So like always, she was pacing around imagining her as Keith and how amazing it would be...when suddenly a loud explosion sounded rocking the foundation of the building. She turned to the noise automatically, even though she knew she wouldn’t see anything. Explosions in Gotham had become so common that she wasn’t faltered by the action. Someone was attempting an escape. If she were Keith, she would be chasing after the person trying to save the poor innocent Gotham citizens. She would have the ability to walk everywhere through the building in search. It would be as easy as breathing. She would capture the man then quit this job for an even better lifestyle to give her boys a better life. Then when she got bored, she would move on from Keith and these prison walls.

She was so trapped in her thoughts that when the door swung open to her cell, her eyes widened in shock.

Her new life!

It only took a second for her to bolt out the door in search for Keith…a knife first, then Keith. She assumed that Keith would either be heading towards the explosion to determine the damage or the entrance to stop the escapees. It was a fifty fifty chance on being correct so she decided to go for the third option. Kitchen. The kitchen would be full of many sharp instruments that could be used to make her costume. How would she get to the kitchen without the keys? Other prisoners were starting to flow out in excitement making the hallway crowded and loud. Some had even started throwing punches for one reason or another. Then she heard it.

A sound of gunfire and a guard shouting.

It wasn’t Keith, it was some newbie named Mat. His life wasn’t anything substantial, but his hands, eyes, and the key on his belt were. She heard prisoners shouting and growling at him. They better not damage the goods before she got there. She stretched her legs into a sprint as she dodged under big arms and over legs.

As she ran, a guard being lifted up by the back of his uniform came into view. A large bulky prisoner held him as he ripped the gun away. She stopped running, and slowed down to a causally calm walk. “If you touch him, I’ll make sure to add big stupid prisoner to my costume closet,” she stated calmly.

The guard was automatically dropped as the big prisoner stepped away in a hurry. Prisoners knew better then to mess with the person known for skinning their victims alive. It also probably helped that her current appearance looked more muscle then skin. Her previous skin had slowly been flaking off since she had entered. Jane smirked as the other prisoners choose to ignore her for their own issues. She walked slowly over to the guard who was now crawling away from her with a panic expression.

“G-get away,” he shouted, “I-I’ll..”

“No need to be frightened,” she said whipping her brown dying hair to the side, “I only want to borrow a few things.” With that statement she pounced the man, straddling him between her thighs. As fast as a bird, she plucked his eye out of his socket in a smooth motion hearing a scream echo through the halls. While the first pain distracted him, she grabbed his shaking hand and ripped his index finger right off the bone. The skin tore similarly to how leather tore, but Jane had strength and patience for it. Soon the blood of his detached finger was dripping down her hand. She calmly put both the eye and the finger in the pocket of her chest before finally reaching down and clipping off his keys.

“Thank you, I promise you they will be used well,” she said in a tone that seemed more business then humor. She stood up with blood dripping down her uniform. Off to the kitchen, then off to my new life.

She took a step forward, everyone moved out of her way.

[bane]

The prison was now a madhouse. Gunshots, shouting and even a fresh, agonized scream broke through the air. Everything was going just as Bane had planned it: pure methodical chaos. The clash of words made perfect sense to him. Pretty soon the citizens of Gotham would hear about what was going on. The prison was so close to the city they would be tense, afraid. Perhaps even prepare for an invasion. The swim was not that far. He had made it with cargo strapped to his back, the inmates could easily swim the channel. The guards in the towers were being dealt with, so the worry of snipers was practically non-existant. Not that Bane was worried. He himself had bigger plans than just causing a little trouble at the prison. Plans that encompassed much more than a few explosions and bodies lying lifeless on the ground. Those were simple-yet-necessary statistics adding up to a bigger equation. An equation only Bane could see.

He walked through the prison halls, entering the kitchen. He heard the door at the other end open up. He clenched his fists in preparation for whoever came through, but it was just a woman. Or was it a man? The being was too disfigured for Bane to really tell, but by the blood splattered on the person, and guaging the facial features, or lack thereof besides muscle tissue, he whittled his choices down to one.

"Jane Doe, it's time to go back to Gotham. They're expecting you and the others by now."

Bane had made a distinct effort to not be seen by anyone alive while he was on prison grounds. The element of surprise was what he needed most, and everyone who had had a chance to see him was now dead or soon would be, like that guard he met earlier. He would not kill the man himself, no, that was for the others. Or maybe the man would just simply forget what he saw.

Bane would make sure of that.

[doe]

Jane used the keys to easily slip through doorways, and the eye and fingerprint to sneak through the restricted areas. While the cells were open, the doors through the huge Penitentiary were automatically locked to control such an incident. Of course, Jane would not be stopped by such a tedious obstacle. She ignored the shouting and fighting behind her and quickly found the shortest way to the kitchen. When she reached the kitchen door, she pulled out the card key again and swiped it on the pad. The red light went green.

She smiled as her hand pushed open the door. She would have her tools and then she would have her life.

To her disappointment though, someone else was already in the kitchen. The door swung open to reveal a giant. His form was not only towering, but muscles seemed to be busting at the seam of his skin. Jane wasn’t afraid of the large man…more irritated that he could have messed up her utensil before she even got a hold of them. While she noticed his fist tensing and readying for an attack, she chose to ignore him. If she didn’t bother him then hopefully he wouldn’t bother her. However, when she turned to the cabinets the giant called out her alias, her previous life. She was no longer Jane Doe. She was Keith Richards.

She slowly turned her head to face his. She didn’t smile or blink. The only movement along her face was the dead skin slowly dripping off her cheek. “Yes, I know I have three boys waiting for me,” she responded with a serious tone, “I would take you to your cell, but I have more important things to handle.”

She turned away from him and went over to the cabinets. She quickly started ripping each one open causing a ruckus of noise until she found it. Knives. Bread knives, steak knives, butter knives, cutting knives. They were all there and she pulled out one of each holding them in one hand. She didn’t smile…she was too excited to smile. She turned back around to the giant. He seemed familiar. He seemed very familiar. She found her eyes observing him the same way a normal person observes a juicy steak.

Those muscles.

She didn’t have muscles like that.

She could have muscles like that.

“You know my name, but I do not know yours,” she said attempting to get a glimpse into his life. Could this stranger give her the life she always wanted or was Keith still the best option?

[bane]

It did not require any conscious thought on Bane's part to deduce that Jane was insane. Wearing the skin of the dead man now growing cold in the hallway behind her, she looked up at Bane impassively, no fright, no anger, nothing in her expression except blank truth of what was. She walked over to the kitchen cabinets, searching through all of them to gather knives and other weapons. Some untensils clattered and clanged on the tile floor, sending a mild echo through the white room decorated with metal appliances. She turned to Bane, asking him for his name. She was right, he did have the convenience of knowing her. He knew her quite well, as well as the other inmates in the prison. He did not come here unprepared. He studied the inmates extensively, guaging who was worth his time if he happened to come across them.

Jane was a little too off-kilter to prove much worth-while use, but she did have her benefits, such as this murderous personality disorder. A distraction was what he needed, and Gotham was where it was needed.

"Your children are in danger. Gotham is being overrun by criminals, so I suggest you go save them. You just might be able to make it in time, if you hurry."

[doe]

She wanted to laugh. This man was highly underestimating her if he assumed a lie would easily trick her. She was a master disguise artist and could copy a person voice and gestures with only a quick observation. She was able to do it so well that she could become that very person. With his quick statement, she realized this man wasn’t a prisoner like her. She had been so focus on finding her new life that she hadn’t realized he wasn’t wearing a prisoner uniform. A man who didn’t belong. As Keith, she became very suspicious especially since he was insinuating that her kids were in danger. As Jane, she knew this was one of the rogues…a rogue who was attempting to control or use her. She did not appreciate it.

“I used the explosion to distract the guards in order to sneak in. I have a plan, not just for the prisoners in here, but for Gotham and Batman. You are only an insane girl and hold no threat to me because I am trained and have the benefit of my strength. I have more important things to focus on then you,” she spoke in the exact pitch, tone, and the South American accent that bled through his speech. She was becoming him. It was easy for Jane to do this dance. She could switch lives as easily as a person changed their shirts. She understood people’s thoughts and allowed their thoughts to become hers. And at this moment, she did not like the stranger’s thoughts, her thoughts, about herself. They were degrading.

Her eyes slowly turned to the knives in her hand. Was she Keith…or this stranger? Did she have a plan to ruin Gotham or did she live a routine life with her family? The stranger’s life was becoming a bit more interesting to her. She took one of the sharper knives in her other hand as she dropped the rest on the floor. They barely missed her feet. Her finger glazed over the sharp point as she imagined how easy it would rip through skin…especially skin that was already bulging out. She turned her eyes back to him. “I would appreciate it if you would not lie to me. As I was saying before, I have more important things to handle, but if you continue to belittle me in such a way, I can handle my business here,” she stated in her Jane voice. Her voice as the shrinks repeatedly told her, but it wasn’t her voice. Jane was just another life. Jane was the bottom life that she constantly had to work up from.

[bane]

Bane chuckled, a deep, resonant sound coming from deep inside of him. The woman was a good actress, although she would have to work on the disguise a little more to fool him. He saw a glint in her eyes and his eyes trailed down to the remaining blade in her hand, the others having fallen to the ground, clattering against the cold tile floor. Although she could not see the action behind his mask, Bane smiled. She acted as if she wanted to attack him. Seeing as how psychotic she obviously was, he would not doubt such a possible action. Her file explained enough to him. She was a killer, plain and simple. She could not be trusted. She had no one to turn to since she wanted to become them. He brought his arm up, tapping his temple with his index finger.

"Lie to you? I'm not lying to you, Jane. I'm lying to who you are pretending to be. This Keith Richards you so wish to imitate. He's just a shell now, hiding the insecure wretch of a woman underneath who cannot hold an identity of her own, taking the lives of others to fulfill the emptiness in her own self."

She was smart, but so was Bane. They were both at each others' throats with words, but now was not the time for argument over such petty issues. He had bigger plans that needed implementing. Talking with this chameleon was only slowing him down.

[doe]

She frowned as her grip tightened around the knife’s handle. Those words felt as sharp as the very blade she held. It reminded her of the Asylum, and why she killed so many psychiatrists. The man knew about her, which meant he knew about most of the other prisoners as well. He definitely had a plan and was searching for someone in particular.

“I only see how people waste their lives. I hope to live them for them because I am not a wasteful person,” she spoke calmly as she took a careful step forward. He was a big man, but strength did not necessarily mean they could win. The green pumping tubes did not go unnoticed to her, and the fact that his muscles were literally pulsing told her that they were not natural. I’m addicted to strength, she noted. I am powerful and intelligent. Nothing will get in my way. She felt his confidence course through her own veins. It almost felt like she was sucking it up. She tapped the smooth side of the blade on her palm as she walked even closer.

“Why is it that you want me in Gotham so badly?” she asked calmly hoping to get a glimpse into this man’s head. He hadn’t revealed anything personal since their meeting, and it was slightly infuriating. She needed to know what was underneath all the muscles. She had to know.

[bane]

Bane had to admit, he liked Jane. She was smart, verysmart. He wondered how Batman had finally caught her. He knew no normal man would be able to defeat her, but Batman was no ordinary man. He was something else. To Gotham he was a symbol: to the citizens he was hope, their guardian. To the criminals...fear. This Jane, she stood before Bane, dripping blood and peices of flesh, asking him why he wanted her in Gotham so badly. Was it not obvious to her? He crossed his arms in front of himself. He could see Jane's eyes flicking over his body, observing every single detail about him, every single move, twitch. No detail went unnoticed. Trying to get into his head now. He looked down at her as she took a step toward him. He did not move, solid as a stone wall.

"You do not know your own identity. You become someone else to hide your own insecurities, your own fears and failures. And underneath this mask, you bring fear to others. Do you know who else does this? Batman. You and Batman are not so different. You wear masks to hide your true selves while I," Bane removed his mask, revealing hard features, a face set in concentration, his brown eyes burning into Jane's, his brown hair matted against his head as it dully glimmered in the overhead light, "have nothing to hide. You and I, even if you don't realize this, are after the same person: Batman."

[doe]

She blinked slowly absorbing his words. His truthful statements of her insecurities would have offended her, but she couldn’t get passed the intense look on his face. His confidence and determination radiated off his skin like the flares off the sun. Her hand free of the knife went up without her consent as if trying to touch it. Of course, she stopped herself before she actually touched it. She knew one thing. She wanted it.

She wanted that confidence to run through her veins the way it obviously ran through his. She was so distracted by the pure emotions, she almost missed his actually words.

Batman…

Her hand flinched in the air at the name. Batman had ripped her from her lives. It didn’t matter if she was even more cautious then before, Batman found her. He found her and threw her back into isolation. What made his presence even worse was that Jane couldn’t understand him. He hid his emotions, his personality, his personal history so well behind that mask that she couldn’t even dip into becoming him. His life was unattainable.

She glanced down at the knife. She didn’t want Batman’s life. She wanted Batman dead. He was a disgrace.

She looked back up at the man with overwhelming confidence. She wanted to know more and absorb more. “Batman, I see,” she stated lowly in understanding, “I can help, but as you can tell I lack…” she pointed the knife at her current appearance not wanting to say the word ‘a life.’ It would only depress her…and besides, she would have a life. It would take time and observation, but she would be this man.

And as this man, she would kill Batman.

“Is there a particular life you would like me to take over?” she asked wondering how big this plan of his truly was.

[bane]

Bane watched Jane's body language, uncertainty settling into her features, her actions, her voice. She pointed to her face with the knife blade, explaining to Bane that she did not have a life, asking him if there was someone he needed her to be. Her insecurity was very apparent now. Having just become this guard, he now bore no use to her anymore. She was already tired of being him, ready to move on and become another person. Bane shook his head.

"No one on this island will be suitable. Once you arrive at Gotham, you need to find someone close to Batman, someone he will surely come into contact with soon. Once you get close, you will find him. But...you will not kill him. He is mine, and mine alone. Gotham needs to see their Dark Knight broken, defeated. To see the destroyed man they put all of their faith in, to see that their symbol is no more."

[doe]

She nodded in understanding. She definitely couldn’t wait until Gotham to take her life. She was too…unique…at the moment. Someone would spot her almost immediately. She had her kids to think about….

She was Keith after all.

She smirked knowingly. She would have to find the guard in the large prison. He would most likely be at the area of the explosion. It would be so chaotic she could easily pull him to the side. With her ability to go into top security areas, she could even find a place they could be alone. She loved being alone. The last moment a person hands their life to her is the moment they show their most personal details. It almost gave her a personal high just thinking about it. She would be Keith. She was Keith. She would then go to Gotham and find the Batman.

Bane said someone close. The bat children were off limits only because they too had mask hiding their life from her. The GCPD offered a lot of opportunity though. Yes, she would become a cop. She always wanted to become a cop.

She had been a cop in the past.

She would be a cop in the future.

She was a cop now.

Yes, a wonderful plan full of many lives that would end with her becoming him. This large stranger. “I understand. I will contact you how,” she stated, as she rolled the knife in her hand. She was getting antsy. She had been Jane Doe for too long. She needed to leave.

[waylonjones]

Meanwhile, in the lower levels of Blackgate penitentiary was the current location of Waylon Jones, or better known as Killer Croc. Croc had recently been captured once again by Batman when he was caught feasting on the remains of some human. Croc swore that he couldn't help his urge of wanting to feast on humans, atavism was slowly taking control of his well-being and he swore that was the reason for it. Not that his well-being was any good when he was completely human, he was still the cold hearted serial killer that he used to be. Being placed here in this awful prison again only filled Croc with more antagonizing rage of wanting revenge on the people who have put him this situation, especially Batman.

At least Croc did feel at home in his cell. It was his lair, a dark sewer like cell fit just for an alligator-man like Killer Croc. The perfect exhibit that made him feel at home in his lair, he had escaped this place many times from swimming in the Gotham Bay using his animal skills and instincts. Blackgate penitentiary, why was Croc placed here instead of Gotham Asylum. It was strange for that to happen, but never the less he was curious about the sudden explosions, mass chaos, and rioting going on. "Damn racket! Bastard humans always making damn noise!" Croc was deep in his lair minding his own business when the explosion happened. The explosion turned into chaos, then the chaos turned into rioting. The place was going crazy, literally crazy with rioting lunatics. These pyscotic inmates were setting fires, killing guards, and even trying to kill each other. It was the perfect war zone now, it made Croc ever so curious to find out the reason for this sudden situation. It made Croc swim all the way to his cell door. Croc swam threw the murky sewer water gracefully just like crocodiles do in the wild. He made it too his cell door quickly though, plunging from the murky sewer water. Croc peeked his red reptilian eyes threw his cell door's window. He watched on as mass chaos ensued in the distance down the dark corridor. "One of you assholes let me out of here!"

Croc shouted out with a vicious snarling tone. There was smoke gathering from a fire nearby, it was filling the rooms with heavy smoke. A shadow figure walked threw the clouds of heavy smoke revealing it to be Batman. "Croc, I've come to kill you once and for all. I'm sorry I have to do this, but it has to be done Waylon. I can't have you breaking out of here and eating any more innocent citizens of Gotham. You have become to much of a danger to the citizens to be kept alive." Batman walked up to Croc's cell door, Croc looked back with his fierce red predator eyes with a snarling smile showing his razor sharp teeth. "Bring it on BATS, I've been waiting for the moment to eat you once and for all!" Batman laughed, then he suddenly changed form into Clayface. "Croc, you got to lighten up. There is a fantastic prison break going on, don't you want to get in on the fun?" Clayface smashed the security system keeping Croc's cell door locked. It was now unlocked thanks to Clayface. "Be glad you changed when you did, because you would be in my stomach by now if you hadn't. I will get BATMAN... if it's the last thing I ever do!" Croc grabbed a hold of the cell door with his big thick green scaly hand, then he swung it open before stepping out with a smirk now on his green scaly face. "Free once again, now it's time to find the damn BAT!" Croc balled his hand into a fist showing his anger towards Batman. "Were never really free are we? Me and you Croc, were never free from these people, from the Batman. Well, you are free for the moment, if you find Batman, be sure to let him know that your not the only one seeking him out. Batman has put us all in here, and we all will destroy Gotham's savior. Whether it's you or me, or anyone else, Batman will fall." Clayface laughed, then slithered away from Croc into the distance freeing more criminals as he took part in the prison break just like the other inmates.

"BATMAN won't only fall, but he'll die, and I will feed on his carcass!" Suddenly, a familiar scent grazed threw Croc's nose. He had a scent of someone that he's ran into in the past. It was a scent he's smelled before and knew the scent well enough to know exactly who the scent was coming from. "BAAAANNNNEEE!" Croc shouted out with a fierce snarl in his voice. Croc began tracing the scent, he stormed down the corridor leaving his lair. Croc passed by numerous rioting inmates who didn't want nothing to do with the oversized intimidating monster reptile. He passed by them with the scent from Bane growing larger in his nose.

"That reminds me, I need some new alligator-skinned boots. Look at this big green scaly bastard!" One of the inmates who as having to good of a time at the moment yelled out at Croc as he searched for Bane using his scent. Most of the inmates heard stories of what Croc can do, they wanted nothing to do with him, but this guy was just trying to stand out from the rest. He was trying to act tough, but he just didn't compare to Croc's overwhelming stature. Croc heard what he said and immediately stormed over to him. "What the fuck did you just say? You think your funny! I'll show you funny!" Croc wrapped his hand around the man's neck and squeezed until blood began pouring from his eyes and ears. The man was lifeless, he went limp, and was yet another victim of Crocs. He let his grip go and watched the man collapse to the floor, he was dead. "Anymore of you assholes want to talk about me. I hate bullies, I've been talked about my whole fucking life, you think I want this. I will eat all you damn humans right now if any of you ever say something about me again! Do we have anymore comedians out there?" All the scared inmates ran away from Croc as he stood there snarling loudly with anger building up more rage in his body.

He went back to tracing Bane's scent, and eventually it led him threw numerous corridors reaching the upper level. Blackgate was out of control, this would have to be one of the biggest prison riots in Gotham history. Millions of dollars of damage, everything being destroyed and burned. Countless guards being killed and others to scared to try an stop the situation, but it had escalated to far into chaos by now. Why was this happening, obviously it had to be one of Batman's enemies trying to gain his attention. Croc was losing his intelligence slowly, it was caused by his on going mutation into being more reptilian, but he was smart enough to know that situations like this had their reasons. Croc had been following the scent now for a long while, which led him to an area where a guard was lying dead on the ground. His eyes had been mysteriously plucked out of his sockets and his finger cut off. Croc looked at the dead guard, he quickly smirked, then turned his attention back on the scent. In the kitchen nearby, Croc could hear a conversation. One of the two voices were familiar with Croc just like the scent he had been smelling all this time. He stormed threw the kitchen door to see an unknown disfigured inmate standing in the room with a knife in his or her hand. Croc couldn't tell of the gender, to disfigured this person was. "Hmmm, and I thought I was ugly. Damn, I bet you've seen better days."

Croc immediately turned his attention on Bane who was across the room. "BAAANNEE! We meet once again. You prick, you think I've forgotten what you did to me. It's time I get my revenge on you for breaking my arms, then I get my revenge on Batman!" Croc used his superhuman strength and busted threw the kitchen table destroying it into pieces. He snarled loudly, balling up his fist, then revealed his sharp teeth.

[doe]

When the door slammed opened revealing a monster of some sort, Jane merely shrugged. At this point with how crazy the riots had become nothing could surprise her. He was large and covered with reptilian type of scales. His teeth looked sharp and deadly while his eyes seemed animalistic. She had heard of this man before if you could call him a man.

Killer Croc.

She couldn’t even show interest in his life because he had already lost his. It was disappearing to the animalistic instincts. There was no life there. But when the not-worthy-life insulted her, she frowned in annoyance. She had been called beautiful, graceful, as lovely as a ballerina, as gorgeous as a model, because she was a ballerina and she was a model. She had men and women flocking over her. She had never once been called ugly except by a guard/herself. Her personal insecurities quickly mixed with the confidence from her past lives. She couldn’t be Jane Doe anymore. She felt like she was going to rip off her skin…oh wait she had already been doing that. She needed to change.

BANE

Her eyes widened at the sound of the name. She had a name for the stranger. It felt like someone had just given her a heart as it started to beat with a new found confidence. The creature had distracted her from her goal, but he had also given her, her future name. Bane.

But before she could appreciate the creature’s gift to her, it was already pouncing on her outfit. No, that would not be allowed. She could let her outfit run around Gotham for a time while she understood her life as Bane, but she would not appreciate it being torn to pieces here. She glanced down at the sharp objects she had collected and dropped on the ground. One of them had been a kabob metal stick with the end particular sharpened. She had planed to use it to stitch the skin back together, but she could use it for something else. As the monster crushed the table running towards Bane, she bent down and grabbed the metal stick. With quick aim she learned from Texas hick with a good shot, Bobby Calvin, she threw the sharp stick straight through the Croc’s nose. It wouldn’t kill him, but it would cause pain and stop his attack.

“I do not appreciate being interrupted,” she stated coldly, “And I’m tired of my time being wasted.” Hopefully, the creature would run away like a scolded dog.

[waylonjones]

Croc stopped in his tracks when he felt the sharpened metal kebob pierce threw his nose. He snarled as he slowly pulled the metal kebob out of his nose. Blood poured from his nose, but it soon stopped when his wound regenerated to being healed. "You stupid bitch!" Croc fiercely turned his attention from Bane back to the disfigured girl who threw the kebob at him. "You must be more stupid then you look... you ugly bitch!" Croc showed his brute power by bending the metal kebob then snapped it in half like it was a twig. He threw the broken pieces of the metal kebob back at her but missed hitting her with the pieces.

Croc stormed over to her with animal-like speed. He quickly grabbed a hold of her. He held her in one of his arms tightly with ease, then he suddenly began searching threw the kitchen drawers before finding some more metal kebobs in one of the drawers. He grabbed two of them with his other hand, while holding the disfigured girl in his other arm. "Payback is a bitch, just like you!" He shoved the girl up against the wall, turned her around with what's left of her face against the wall. "Maybe I should rape your ugly ass, or shove one of these kebobs up it! Best be lucky that I have no human feelings left, plus your an ugly braud who shouldn't fuck around with someone like me!" Croc shouted in her ear with a hiss.

He used one of the metal kabobs and bent it around her hands like make-shift handcuffs. He then kicked her leg, behind her kneecap area, causing her to fall to her knees. He took the other metal kabob and bent it around her feet to where both her hands and feet were subdued at the moment. He watched as she squirmed on the floor. "Now be a good ugly braud, and maybe I won't have to eat you! I'll deal with you when I get threw with this prick!" Croc once again turned his attention back onto Bane. He balled his fist again, and revealed his razor sharp teeth, and snarled loudly.