I’m assuming you mean 50 Angsty Prompts
5. “Hasn’t this addiction done enough damage already?”
It was almost midnight when it happened. The live news broadcast had shown Bane’s face as he rampaged through the city. He was reckless, letting his body have control over his actions. The Venom in his bloodstream was coursing from head to toe in bright green veins. Bane’s knuckles were dripping with blood as he smashed through metal, brick walls, and concrete.
He was in Arkham’s patient ward the next day, his body trapped against the bed by leather straps. His arm was hooked to an IV cord as it slowly replenished his body’s nutrients.
Bane was released the day after when the doctor gave him a physical exam. He felt weak; his muscles had deteriorated and were sore, he had a terrible headache, and he occasionally stumbled on his way to the cafeteria. The guards thought it was hilarious but they didn’t dare laugh in front of Bane.
Bane slowly made his way to the table that Croc was sitting at. He sat down with a weak thump and slumped over the table, burying his face into his arms. The crocodile man looked over and put his arm around Bane’s back.
Bane looked up at him and sighed. “No.”
Croc hesitated for a few minutes as he thought of what he should say. “Hasn’t this addiction done enough damage already?”
Bane let out an exhausted huff. “Don’t start with that right now, Waylon...”
“I’m just making a point,” he said. “I’m sure you think the same.”
“Of course I think the same!” Bane snapped. “But it’s... it’s just hard to let it go, mi amor. I can’t live without it.”
“What if I helped you quit?”
“That’s not as easy as you think...”
“I know, but I would still love to support you. Dr. Thompkins told me that recovery isn’t linear and it’s okay to have relapses.”
Bane gave him a weak smile. “Alright, Waylon. I’ll try.”
7. “How do you think this ends?”
Things were different after Superman dismantled the world’s governments and established himself and the remaining members of the Justice League as the world’s leaders. New laws were in instituted and Batman was listed as a criminal. The death of the Joker scared every remaining villain into hiding or working for Superman.
Bane and Killer Croc were some of those who were intimidated into working for Superman. They figured it was the best option given the circumstances. Working for Superman meant that they had to limit the amount of time they spent together. On rare occasions, they snuck off to a hiding spot during their break to be together.
“This is getting annoying to do,” Bane grunted when he was sure that they were alone.
“I know, but we don’t have any other choice,” Croc mumbled as he pulled Bane closer. “If Superman saw us doing this...”
“Superman can shove Kryptonite up-”
Waylon shushed him. “He can hear us.”
Bane grumbled softly. “I hate this.”
“How do you think this ends?” Croc mumbled after a few minutes of uncomfortable silence. “Will we actually get a cabin with a lake? Forget everything about Gotham and Superman?”
“I don’t know, Waylon... It’s possible we might not even live to see it.”
“Don’t remind me,” Croc sighed, looking away.
“We should get back to work,” Bane said, placing his hand on Croc’s cheek. “I’ll see you later, mi amor.”
