Oh, God. It’s Godzilla. Stephanie allowed a sharp intake of air to fill her lungs. She attempted to conceal what wariness lingered within her, keeping her posture erect and taking a daring step forward. Her conscious spouted morbid thoughts. She wanted her brain to shut down.
"Is that a rhetorical question? Or are we really gonna play the whole ‘hero villain showdown’ thing?"
"I return to Gotham and the first person to cross my path is a costumed vigilante. One who from the looks of it, knows not what it means to be forged in the fires of adversity like her mentor before her.
"A mentor-- I imagine-- who would be against the Detective's wishes for you to even approach me, therefore, w h a t d o y o u w a n t?"
He had waited for her to answer, easily seeing pass the mask of bravado she attempted to hold up to her face. Every emotion rose up to the surface before she could push them back under again, trying to drown them out with stoicism and courageousness. A foolish attempt for a man of Bane's character, the body held no secrets from him because he knew it thoroughly. Knew it after he perfected his own by means of extensive exercise and deep and uninterrupted meditation.
"A man who has been wronged for the entirety of his life gets labeled a 'villain' by those who are less qualified to judge him. How I abhor the term."