Disclaimer: I only own my OC, and nothing else. All DC characters belong to the W.B company. I thank them for letting me fiddle around with this idea for a non-profit use.
A.N: I know I haven't touched a keyboard in years to actually write, but I honestly can't stand the site of my old stories. Thank you to those who follow and favorite my stuff from Hetalia, but I will either rewrite that one day or not touch it…ever. Anyways, I cannot help but be obsessed with Bane stories as of late, but I have so many ideas of my own I had to get it out there. Doesn't hurt to try right? Let me know what you guys think! Corrections and editing has been made to this chapter!
I am a person of simple hobbies. I love music, riding my motor bike, working with my hands, and creating the best tech I can with them. I…am nothing like my family. I go by Lloyd Banks, and like being unnoticed. My family is up there, not here in Gotham mind you, but is living a wealthy life in California. My family had wanted me to do many things, all for their name, and it wasn't like they were cruel about it; they only wanted what was best for me after all. However, I couldn't be the one to sit around at a desk making calls and signing papers all day. Fresh out of high school, I went to a massage therapy school first, knowing I wanted to work with my hands. It was okay for a couple of years, but I wanted more. I knew I could do so much more. I messed with my bike non-stop as it was, and loved using tools with my hands, making technology come to life. So I then went to a school specializing in technology advancement. It was a perfect fit since then, but not in location… I needed to move, to touch and use tools to make things better or even brand new. The tech was needed in Gotham, businesses were constantly looking for upgrades and technological advancements to get ahead of the competition. It had made my choice easy, and the reasons why I chose the little city at all was simple. Bustling, and a good job opportunity that would let me stay in the shadows. Plus, with other people making big drama for themselves to get noticed, it meant fewer eyes on me. I don't want to be noticed. I hate it.
Making a fresh start is simple really. Work hard, meet the right people, and you can make a decent living as an average, middle class citizen. What do I do for a current living? I believe under my name tag it reads-
"Lloyd Banks:
Glorified Delivery service to Wayne Enterprise."
Mr. Fox might be an asshole, but he is still my favorite employer, none the less. After seeing my resume, Mr. Fox contacted me with a job offer, saying I could be of help with his work. After explaining what I wanted from my job, he came up with the solution of the delivery service for the large company. The mail service in Gotham is apparently…terrible. Slow mail is a no go when it comes to large companies, and so long as the packages and mail are within the city, its simple to move around all the traffic and do a quick job with my baby-er bike…You know what, I'm not ashamed, my bike is my baby. I built her, I love her, and I get to ride her every day as part of my job. Hell yes. She is a sleek build with a booster for when I'm ever late to work or out riding in Arizona's desert which I haven't done in a long time. It has a special feature that allows my bike to come to a stop, should I ever fall off, and is connected to my helmet to allow me to give it instructions for autopilot. She also has the best electric engine I could get my hands on. I don't bother with gas stops, and it's more eco-friendly. Special plating allows water, snow, or other liquids to just roll right off, and a beautiful stripe of green down her side and a black paint to highlight the color, giving her a simple look. It's almost like I don't want her to get noticed. My helmet has the same coloring (got to have my things match after all) and to put simply: I wear my computer. You could say it's like the Google helmet, but better. A GPS graphing system allows me to take the best routs to avoid traffic or to get around potential accidents. It also has a clip in phone holder to allow for music, calls, and text messages. A side screen to allow me to see behind me if needed, and built in high quality headphones. Another, very important, feature that my helmet has a voice distorter. Meaning whenever I talk, it doesn't sound like a specific person, just a slightly robotic voice that mostly everyone can understand. For how it sounds...hmmm, aha! Think of the villain from the movie "Sky High". Best example I can give. While at first it will give me some odd looks, they are dismissed rather quickly. I don't want to be found, I don't want to be noticed. Even down to my voice.
Getting back on track, I only came to Gotham 7 years ago, after the erm…"Joker" madness. I started working with Mr. Fox in the R&D department of the Wayne Industry and offer thoughts, opinions, and help create the ideas and schematics presented to me when he asks for it. Normally, when there isn't anything to deliver or package around the city. I mostly do deliveries now, Mr. Fox said work has been bit slow, as I noticed that over the years. Still, I would work on the tasks given to me as part of a secret project or something. When I asked about what he was wanting me to help build, he simply said "Mr. Wayne wouldn't want us to be bored. I have hope that these will one day be used." I never met Mr. Wayne, but he asks for some pretty weird shit. Being as I'm under contract to keep my mouth shut about what I make, I don't (and won't) ask questions. Plus, Mr. Fox has allowed a lot of things to slide when it comes to working with him. Given as I never take my helmet off, I listen to music while working, and I keep my own mini fridge in his office. He also allowed me to pick out my own uniform for work, which is just a simple motocross jacket that's a dark blue with "Wayne Enterprise" in black lettering on the back. Other than my special shoes, I simply wear black pants and a dark green turtle neck. My shoes can turn into skates, and no I don't mean those "heel-wheel" things, I mean they will turn into smooth gliding roller blades. My current home project is having them turn into rocket skates, but stuff keeps catching on fire…
The route to work is a simple one, seeing as I only live about 8 blocks away. Morning traffic was crazy as usual, but nothing too horrific. Parking and jogging into the front lobby, with 'Take on me' blaring through my speakers, I quickly made my way over to our front desk rep. Kathleen as I'm turning my music off.
"Morning Star-shine." My voice chimed, not that you could tell with the voice distorter. "Got anything for me today?"
Kathleen smiled politely and nodded at me while pulling up a few things from her desk.
"Just a few things to deliver downtown, and then you'll need to stop at-"
I couldn't help but let out a whine, knowing what she was about to say, and said the words with her at the same time.
"-The stock exchange building to get the latest reports."
"-The stock exchange building to get the latest reports."
I sighed letting my helmet fall forward with a thunk onto the desk, and smiled slightly hearing her giggle at my misery.
"Come on Lloyd it's not that bad." She tried to tell me, as if it would reassure me.
"Oh yeah? Why don't you make the run?" I asked, lifting my head back up to peer at her through the dark visor of my helmet.
"Because that place is awful and that's why we have you." She said smiling cheekily at me, handing me the mail.
"You'd better hurry; you know the exchange building only gets worse the closer noon comes." She advised.
Taking the items and mail I would need to deliver from her, I scoffed slightly while putting them into my backpack for transfer.
"That place has got to be the most boring, yet overwhelming place on earth. I'm glad I'm not in that kind of business."
Kathleen giggled again and waved me off.
"I'll let Mr. Fox know you're here and that you got started Lloyd. See you later!"
I waved to her and headed back out to my bike hopping on and taking off quickly. I turned my music back on and had it blast through my helmet for the drive. I didn't like the exchange building for many, many reasons. One: There was always a bunch of rude people. Two: It was way too crowded for my tastes. Three: To top off my list, I had to take my helmet off when inside. There's just no helping it I guess, I'm only going to have it off for like, 10 minutes tops. I could live with that, besides, what could possibly go wrong?
A.N: Not bad for a start and character into, at least to me, let me know what you guys think! I will try to have a new chapter up soon and create a writing schedule for Mondays and Tuesdays. I'm only cutting it so short because it is currently 3:41 Am. See you all soon!