BaneCroc Short: Disguised
While Bruce Wayne and his family were sunbathing on the beach on their vacation, there were two people watching them. Bane had on a yellow Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses with his mask off but his suit was hidden as part of his outfit No one seemed to notice the Hawaiian shirt was paired with tactical boots and cargo pants. He looked unrecognizable without his mask.
Killer Croc on the other hand hid behind a blue beach wrap skirt, a matching blouse and sunhat with sunglasses and a fan. His black jean shorts were under his skirt but he was trying his hardest to appear more feminine as Bane's wife. He wasn't too happy about it.
"Why do I have to dress like this? Why can't you be the wife?"
Bane looked away from watching Bruce and said, "Because one, no one in the world would buy I am a woman. Two, I don't like the idea of being a woman. And three...you pull it off way better than anyone I know. You have natural curves...plus Ivy was busy so."
Waylon stopped fanning himself for a moment and then sat up straight with pride until he realized what that meant. "Why thank you. Wait a minute, I don't really look like I have weight in those places, do I?"
He crossed his legs when part of the dress split to to show up his thigh where his shorts covered. The tail hidden by the length of the skirt did make his rear look a little bigger. Bane watched him worry about his size more than the targets. Suddenly, he spread the fan wide and covered his face with his claws drumming in anxiety. His shoulders tensed and his tail end whipped around irritably. Bane realized why when a waitress came up.
"Hi, how is everything over here-?" She paused when she noticed one of them clearly had green scales.
Before she could study Croc a bit more, Bane chimed in, "Best not to stare, mia, she has a skin condition. Very rare."
Bane said Croc mock the pity behind the fan silently baring fangs wanting to defend himself but the narrative was set. So, he stewed in his tension.
"Well, what would you two like to drink?"
Bane kept an eye on Wayne as he replied, "I'll have a mango margarita-"
Bane answered before Croc could try. "-She'll have a Virgin Mary. She's pregnant, found out two weeks ago."
He smiled nice for the waitress and looked at Waylon while she wrote it down. The waitress couldn't see it but Croc was glaring at him pissed. He mouthed "fuck you" much to Bane's amusement.
"I'll get those in. Congratulations, by the way."
After she was gone, Croc never stopped glaring and set the fan down without even moving anything else. "Pregnant? Bitch, do I look like-"
"It's just a role. By tonight, we'll capture Wayne and his Robins. We will have the means to enact our plan. Two more hours finding out where they are staying and what we are dealing with, then we won't need these disguises. Bird and our crews are on standby."
"Yeah, nothing says disguised like a pregnant gator in a beach dress."
As they waited, they both watched three hot chicks walk past, both eyeing them until Waylon looked at Bane and used the fan to slap his shoulder. Bane stared at him stunned.
"I'm your wife, remember? Not supposed to look at other women," he sneered.
"Jealous much?" Bane replied.
Croc didn't respond, just tipped his sunhat down as he sensed the waitress returning with their drinks. Bane saw his spiked spine tense the longer she dwelled. Bane got a good glimpse at his margarita but as soon as the waitress left, he was stunned to find Waylon switching the drinks where he got the Virgin Mary instead. Slightly annoyed, he pressed back.
"Now, mi amor, that's not an appropriate drink for the baby."
"Oh, this ain't my baby. It's yours," Waylon said as clear as day before taking sip of the margarita with zero hesitance. Bane couldn't even be mad at the immediate delivery. He just shook his head and took a drink of the non-alcoholic mixture smiling the entire time.
As they saw Bruce leave followed by his adult children, Bane lifted the sunglasses onto his head and gestured. "Now, we move."
They both got up and tried to keep attention off them though plenty of people found hard not to notice two buff men, one clearly a walking beast, moving around.
"Okay, next time, you are wearing the dress. This shit makes my ass look big."
"Everything about you is big. Wouldn't make a difference," Bane argued. "And no, dresses aren't my thing. They're yours when you want something. You took a page from Drury's book."
As they dipped into an alley, they started removing their outfits. Bane stripped the Hawaiian shirt off revealing his normal black tank top and the Venom tubes that had been hidden underneath he hooked back to their vital inserts. He got his mask from his pocket and placed it over his head planning to follow Wayne now in the shadows where they liked to stay. Croc tossed his hat, blouse, and beach skirt revealing his bare chest and his black shorts though he kept his sunglasses and played with the fan a little more before tossing it over his shoulder.
Bane couldn't help but smile at the crocodilian man as they climbed to the rooftops in sync and reverted back to their old habits. While disguises were fun, they only used them as they needed to. They found out Wayne's hotel, his room, and his security setup through Bird and Croc's militia in suits. Finding out though Wayne was now in the casino attached to it, that made their plan falter but only slightly. All they would need were fancy suits and an area they could sneak in. Given the lighting of the casino was mid-dark, blending in to a degree wasn't impossible.
Well, another disguise was needed. They both looked at each other and grinned dangerously. Suiting up in formal attire, black suits and accessories, they prepared to infiltrate the casino with style. This time, their boys joined them to map the place. They were prepared to make an unforgettable scene together.