Of Mice and Men (Ratcatcher)

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Bane laid asleep on the sofa with the sound of his TV in the background it had been ages sine the man got real sleep. That being said he didn't leave anything unguarded he had cameras and radios picking up any call or any lead from those that worked for him, or sometimes the police.

All of a sudden his radio started to pick up something, waking Bane from his slumber. He picked up the radio and listened intently.

"I'm telling ya it'd be an easy job. You want riches and renown. This would get it for ya. The Guy's name is Niño Osito and he's filthy sticken rich. Here I'll give you the directions to his house."

"Perfect another punk I can pay a lesson too." Bane said with a smirk

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Otis had just managed to make it back to Gotham as he fiddled with his gas mask, adjusting the straps repeatedly as he positioned it over and over. It had been a very, very long time since he wore the mask and fitting it to his felt a bit strange, as if he had never even worn a gas mask at all, let alone this exact one which he has had for as long as he could remember. Once he was content with the position of the mask Otis would tighten the straps once last time, the rubber of the face wear pulling snug to his face, the rigged rubber hesitating for a moment before conforming to the shape of his face enough that it wasn't too tight.

After he had finally got his mask to lay in a way that it wasn't completely uncomfortable Otis would place his binoculars into the pack that he was wearing on his back in place of a gas canister. Having already locked his eyes on his target from his crouched position on one of the many roofs that dotted Gotham and all of it's "Rustic" glory. Then without hesitation the Otis, the man who has come to be known as the Ratcatcher would leap from his current building to the next. Shuttling off he would then leap from that one to the next before reaching a point low enough to descend from the roofs and find himself safely on the streets.

Rounding the corner that he found himself beside Otis would silently call forth his army of rodent helpers as he locked his sights back on his targets, a group of three military-esque men who looked to be up to no good. Which wasn't a surprise considering many people in Gotham were either causing trouble or becoming victim to it. Quickly sprinting toward the three who weren't even a block away Ratcatcher would quickly be enveloped within a sea of rats as they seemed to erupt from every opening to the street, thousands of small brown and black furred creatures spilled over into the street a few breaking off to distract the thugs while the rest regrouped with Otis as they sped toward the others.

The thugs reacted quickly in both fear and surprise as the rats squeaked and leaped at the three males, clawing and biting at every exposed bit of flesh they could see. Then before the thugs could even react or say something hundreds of thousands of more rats would jump from Otis' position like a wave of black water as they attached themselves to the thugs joining the fight- if you could call it that at this point. Without words the rats knew their job as they attacked the three, quickly gnawing at the flesh of two of the thugs as they screamed in horror while the third would would be left alive, the rats only clawing and biting with the goal of bringing the man to submission.

"Good job my ratsies." Otis would sat with a smile stretched beneath the mask he wore before his neck would snap to meet the sole survivor's face. "You, where is your boss ands what security does his current locations have? TALK...NOW we wants answers and we wants them now!"

In his panic as he looked into Ratcatcher's eyes would throw the thug off for a moment. He would even over look the first question and skip straight to the second. "There's nothing ya would have to worry about, ya could practically walk right in."

Growing angry at the man's words Otis would snap as he snarled softly. "LIES! LIES! Ratcatcher does not like lies, now out with the truth or I'll be sure to pull it from your very being."

Swallowing hard in fear as the rats dug their claws further into his skin the thug would wince before continuing. "I'm telling ya it'd be an easy job. You want riches and renown. This would get it for ya. The Guy's name is Niño Osito and he's filthy sticken rich. Here I'll give you the directions to his house."

Even though the man wouldn't be able to notice Otis' nose would scrunch up in anger as he glared from the other side of the gas mask. Impatiently listening to the man's directions, which were terrible to begin with Ratcatcher would feel his anger leave him as a smirk took his angered expressions' position on his masked face. By this time the two other thugs would be almost silent, besides the occasional tremble or shiver that death would bring on in it's last moments. Life seemed to flee from their bodies quickly as the Ratcatcher eyed the two, their bodies covered in scratches and bite marks along with blood that was beginning to dry. Then without another mention Ratcatcher would turn his back to the man with a slight chuckle. Then the area would roar back to life with the screams of yet another individual and the squeaks of a thousand rodents as they began their attack. Every bite, scratch and scrape would be felt by the man as Ratcatcher began to walk away as if nothing had even happened. The rats would finish their jobs before gathering the firearms the three had been carrying before carrying the weapons into the sewers and heading on their way to stow them along with the countless amount of things Otis had stolen in his short time out of Arkham Asylum.

Hurrying over to the area the thug had mentioned Ratcatcher would use the rooftops as his personal transit to traverse the city without being seen by the people on the streets below, surely the screams would lead them to the three bodies Otis had left even if they were in a secluded alley. As he would reach the building that had to be the one he was looking for judging by the size Ratcatcher would take up a position on a nearby roof as he scouted the area for guards or anything of the sort that would impede his plans.

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Bane could be considered many things to many people as both a hero and a villain but he was loyal to those that were loyal to him whether that loyalty was done out of respect  or conditioning. When Bane heard the screams of his men, his fist curled up into a ball. and he started gnashing his teeth, How dare this punk try to invade his turf and kill his men. Still a smirk came over his face. So this guy knew how to control rats. So did Bane. In his exile Bane had dealt with a man known as the Pied Piper and he knew how to control rats to a lesser extent, possible not as much as this guy, but enough to be able to force the rats to drag this guy to his house. Taking a few minutes to set up the signal. If everything worked properly, it would force the rats to go into a frenzy and cause them to littarly drag this man to his house, but it was a one time use so he had to make sure it counted. Bane Activated the signal and made a smile as the sound of Rats could be Heard on the other end.

"IF you want to go to my house so badly, I'll have your friends escort you."

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Remaining perched high above the streets where he used his binoculars to scout out the house across the street before deciding upon a course of action. Then as he gazed through the binoculars a loud high frequency sound would rip through the air and drill into his ears. A loud screech would erupt from the Ratcatcher's throat as his ears would be pained by the mere sound itself. Suddenly a few dozen of his rats would leap onto their owner, betraying the man as they attempted to overwhelm him. This would not settle well with Ratcatcher as he would growl in frustration.

"What are you doing? Stop my pretties, you knows not what yous are doings." Ratcatcher would shout out as he would shake more of the rats off of himself.

Then with one movement a loud shout would echo from Ratcatcher swung his arms forward as if going to clap. At the same time his remaining swarm would rush toward the rouge vermin. His control of his rats was a gift, but it went way further than most would notice. While once enemies Otis and his rats have learned to work together. His 'powers' ran deeper than expected and stemmed from a loving place, Otis valued his rat's lives and they trusted him with their lives because of this. While the signal would be able to disrupt his control of the lesser minded rats and the ones he hadn't boned with as much most would snap back to their senses with his voice alone. The rest fighting on before realizing the urge to do so was falsely fueled and coming to their senses about the whole thing. This left only a few rats to face a much worse result, about one or two dozen would fall to their false urges and die in the conflict.

Glancing down at the dead rodents Ratcatcher would become infuriated as he would feel his nose twitch underneath his mask. Another snarl threatened to leave the man's lips in a manner most feral before he would stop himself. Regrouping his rats alongside him as he channeled all of his concentration into summoning more. The streets would pour over with the fur of the small mammals. Their squeaks filling the streets as they rushed to the sidewalks alongside the building believed to house Bane.

Leaping from his perch Ratcatcher would swing from the stairs lining the side of the building he leap from before flipping forward back to his feet and staring directly toward the building. Undoing the clip holding a small sidearm as he rushed to the door of the building. Meanwhile his rats would be way ahead of him on the fact, a large amount of them inside the building before he even reached the doorstep. Thousands of vermin flooded the halls of the building while thousands more enveloped Ratcatcher in a sea of fur.

"No ones hurts my pretties! No ones KILLS my pretties! And no one... NO ONES CONTROLS MY PRETTIES!" Ratcatcher waled as he would undo the clip to a second matching gun before kicking at the door of the building in hopes of breaking it down quickly.

At this point Otis was practically fuming with rage as his sea of vermin seemed to smack against the walls of the building as if it were a ship, more and more rats pouring in at the second. Before he would kick at the door a second time Otis would fire both of his guns, aiming them both at separate windows. As the trigger was pulled two grenade canisters would eject and smash through the windows. However, instead of exploding the two canisters would pop from pressure as they let loose a dense green smoke that quickly filled the building. The second kick would connect with the door as the hinges would give way and send the door crashing to the floor.

"Knock, Knock big guy!" Ratcatcher screamed as his rats would make themselves useful, already attacking numerous thugs with their superior numbers.

Sure Ratcatcher valued his rats, but perhaps he did take it too far, surely a few rats were not worth the deaths of several humans. Although Ratcatcher wouldn't see it that way. Actually he viewed rat lives much higher than human life to be honest and this would show as his rats would begin to assault every human begin in sight within the house. As they did so several thugs would screm in pain, the gas filling their lungs as the claws and teeth of rodents dug at their flesh. Thanks to extensive experiments the gas would not effect the rats and Otis was sure to wear a mask and made several precautions just in case his mask were to fail.

Gas Guns

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Bane heard what appeared to be the sound of loud squeaking going on outside. Honestly what in the heck could be going on? Surely if they were attacking his house then he would have seen rats start poring in. He opened the curtain outside and noted that the rats were attacking the wrong house. A smile came over his face as he saw the rat catcher launch what appeared to be gas canisters a smile came over his face. Clearly the battle was over before it truly started. So he opened up the door and walked over to the rat catcher causally until he was a mere foot or so beside him. he then just stood and marveled at the carnage.



"I give you props my good friend. The amount of control you have over your rats are remarkable...However in your anger you seem to have made a big mistake. You see the house you are attacking isn't my house.  It is an abondoned chemical warehouse and the funny thing is the chemicals that the place holds, when it comes into contact with something like the gas you just released it has a very nasty habiit of..."

KABOOOMMM!!!

a large shockwave of fire erupted from the building and the building engulfing the biggest majority of rats in a wall of flam  as they were being shot backwards. The high-pitched shrieks were so loud even bane found it uncomfortable. When the smoke finally cleared the stench of burt flesh and fur filled the air. Bane then turned to face the Rat catcher. a smile came over his face before grabbing the man by the shirt collar and pulling him inches from Bane's face.

"Now do you mind telling me why you'd want to steal from Bane?" 

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Watching with sheer enjoyment as his rats assaulted the establishment that was now leaking fumes from every window, door and seem Ratcatcher would just watch everything play out. Then suddenly several thugs would rush out in hopes of escaping the toxic fumes as they clawed at their burning throats. All the while Ratcatcher would cackle before hearing footsteps behind himself. Whirling around at the sudden sound he would bring both his guns up to aim toward the man attempting to sneak up on him. The Ratcatcher would growl lowly as he heard the man's words cut through the air in a voice he wouldn't expect from the man he had heard of. Then he would grow curious at the mention of the chemicals and gas before turning to face the building.



The rumble of an explosion, the smoke filling the air before the flames would erupt below and then slowly pull back to a steady burn. The smell was terrible, the rotten waste smell of the chemicals and burnt rubber smell, but there was more...the burnt flesh, the flesh was the worst part. No, Ratcatcher wasn't concerned about the smell of human flesh, it was the rat flesh he smelt. The distinct smell of burnt hair filled the air as the man would swing back around.



"You, YOU dids this. You and your freaks! YOU MONSTER! If you must know I want your juice and I won't ask you twice! HANDZ IT OVER!"



Ratcatcher's venom laced words bounced through the air, his shrill voice would be almost a hiss as he spoke. Now standing there with both guns ready to fire Ratcatcher would pool a small puddle of rats around his feet as he stared the other man down. While nearly two hundred rats were killed and several more injured in the explosion Gotham had such a surplus that numbers weren't a problem. Although Ratcatcher would be both angry and sad about the losses as he only gathered a small force of around a hundred rats while allowing the rest to flee back to the sewers for their own safety.



"COME ON! You heard me, now shows me wheres it is! Trust me a steel canister moving at l three hundred feet per second will hurt even the likes of you!"

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Bane raised an eyebrow

"Juice?" It then hit Bane... "Ahhh you are referring to my Venom."

He then pulled out a canister of the green stuff. The Venom. He wasin't going to give in to the demands of a little small fry without a little somthing in return





"I can give you the venom you want. I can even replace your rats and give them a sacuay to live in peace....If you do somthing for me. Be assred you will be rewarded handsomly for your services. There is a weapons containment on the south east of Gotham that holds high grade military weapons I could use your rats."