A/N: Hello there, Batman Arkham Asylum/City fans. Guess who's returned to the fandom? Yep, that's right and I do hope that this story will be a great improvement compared to my "Lunar Asylum" fic, which I'm still beating myself up over as I don't want to make the same mistakes twice.

This BaneXOC fic was requested by hautingwolf, though she didn't ask for what specifically. She just wanted some Bane love and I agreed. So, here I will try my best to make a good fic with a good OC in it.

Feedback would be really great. Please, enjoy! ^^

He wasn't crazy.

Yet, even though he believed that, no one else did. They kept him locked in this prison, chained to the walls since they knew if he weren't chained, he'd just escape. He had lived in a prison for most of his life. He knew the tricks and the secrets to breaking out. These chains couldn't always hold him down. It wasn't like he hadn't escaped from this place before either.

He didn't belong here, yet everyone said he did. He was dubbed "criminally insane," therefore sealing his fate as an Arkham resident for the rest of his life. Though he knew he had issues as he grew up in a prison with his only companion being a stuffed bear, he wasn't "insane." If anything, he was one of the least mad residents in this asylum.

He didn't eat people.

He didn't blow up buildings for the hell of it.

He didn't spray citizens with toxins to watch them squirm in fear.

He was just a former government experiment that knew he was more than just manual labor to society. Unlike many, he survived the hellish tortures the government subjected him to and he ran away, taking the Venom with him and running to Gotham to hide.

Of course, fate had different ideas as he became a murderous criminal, doing anything from being hired help for the physically weaker rogues of this city to doing whatever he wanted to do, which was usually robbing banks for his own purposes or organizing groups to bring down the Batman.

Any way he put it, he wasn't someone who belonged in this kind of prison. It wasn't like this place could ever hold him in for long, just like every other villain that lived here. The security here was weak compared to the strengths of the residents, whether it was mental or physical. For many here, it was either one or the other, but he had both of those strengths on his side.

He may have not have been the most educated in the prison – hell, even Killer Croc had more of an education that he did as the cannibal went to high school whereas he never even set foot in a preschool – but he wasn't stupid in the street. He knew how to plan things out. He knew how to break out of this prison once he had a plan formed. Though not a big man without Venom, he was still fast on his feet and able to fight.

Prison did that to people; hardened them and made them strong or else they'd just crumble.

So he stood there, chained and waiting. It was his day to be interviewed by that Doctor Cassidy, who he actually liked. Well, at least more than the bruja. She tried to kill him. Needless to say, he was more than happy to learn about her murder.

Also, today was the third Wednesday of the month, which meant that the guards of the North sector were in a meeting with Cash, the weakest electrically defended sector of Arkham in which he had to travel through to have his interview with Doctor Cassidy.

The guards came in and one of them went over to him, undoing his wrist and ankle chains from the walls.

"Come on," he said. "Let's go."

Bane just walked slowly toward the cell door, allowing the two to stand behind him as he walked forward down the halls, glancing over at the security cameras, still waiting. He had learned patience from a very young age and at times like these, he was glad he had.

The timing became perfect. Just as the two guards walked into the North sector, he waited until they got more towards the center of the area. Then, just as they did, he threw his cuffed clenched fist at the guard on his right, his knuckles colliding with the side of his jaw, knocking him to the ground with the hard hit with a groan of pain as the prisoner slammed on his ankle, making him cry out in even more pain. Before the other guard could even react, Bane slammed his fists into his stomach and nearly made him vomit from the hard hit. Their guns had fallen out of their hands and with another punch to the second guard, the keys fell out of his vest and onto the floor.

"Stop…!" the one coughing choked out, unable to stop himself from finally vomiting, the blow to his stomach hurting more than expected.

The one on the floor reached for the keys as he was still suffering, but Bane was quicker and grabbed them first, unchaining his ankle cuffs first before moving to his wrists.

The guard then reached for his handheld transceiver and pressed on talk button, yelling alarmingly, "Code 13-Alpha! Code 13-Alpha! Category Nine patient escaping in North sector! Requesting backup–"

Bane kicked the transceiver out of guard's hand before making a run for it. The alarm system went off as he raced down the halls toward the storage unit where his tanks and Venom were being kept. He could hear people follow after him, but that only made him run faster, panting heavily as he did so. As he ran, he kept telling himself to not look back. If he did, that would allow himself to think that he could be caught. He remembered watching others try to escape prison when he was a child and they all looked back and they all were caught.

It was a lesson worth learning in order to survive.

He heard someone come at him from the right and he heard a gun be cocked. It fired and he ducked, the bullet going straight over his head as he continued to run forward. More bullets were fired his way and just as he reached the door to the storage unit, they were only yards away from him, firing at him. He yanked the door opened before slamming it closed and barricading it shut with the closet, largest object he could find, which happened to be a chair.

They pounded their fists and fired their guns at the door, but he ignored the sounds as he searched for something else to barricade it with, this time finding three large, empty tanks that Scarecrow had used on his last attack. He shoved them against the door before running down the halls for his tanks.

It seemed almost like an eternity of searching up and down the large room before he came across the tanks, his mask, and his stuffed bear. A wicked smiled formed on his face as he grabbed for them, even more excited to see that the morons hadn't drained the Venom from his tanks.

Finally, the door was forced open by the guards, which had multiplied into twelve of them as they flooded into the room, though the inmate was nowhere in sight. They pointed their guns out as they searched through the large room.

"Come out! There's nowhere for you to run! You're trapped!"

The guards were greeted with a still silence.

Then, they heard a loud, long groan, which slowly turned into a dark laugh. They all stiffened, but nonetheless, stalked forward in pursuit of the criminal.

"Show yourself!"

The laughter grew louder before stopping suddenly, the room growing eerily silent. The guards looked at each other for a few moments before they heard throughout the storage room, "My old prison was much more on top of things. You might want to fix that."

Then the room shook violently as they heard a great crash, outside light shining into the room. They gasped and ran toward the light, their eyes widened when they saw a great hole in the wall as it had been run through. They could see Bane's frame get smaller and smaller as he ran down the streets. A few of them chased after him and tried shooting at him, but to no avail.

One of the guards contacted Cash. "Cash, it's Richard. Bane just escaped."

"Damn it…" the senior guard groaned. "I'm calling Gordon. And damn it, Rick – make sure you keep a better eye on him! He's smarter than he lets on, I'm telling you!"

"Yes sir."