How did Bane survive this long you may be wondering? He didn't. This is his great (x10) grandson. Yep, it's a family business.

Interlude: Clash III

Bane's POV

"Pay up, ambassadors." I watched as the ambassadors reluctantly gave me my cash. Boy am I going to' be a rich man. "You're to kind, ambassadors. Now, where's your nearest computer?" They directed me to a large computer. "Pretty lo-tech, but it'll work."

"Lo-tech? LO-TECH? This is the best the government has to offer!"

"Well, I guess I just got lucky with my computer." I said grinning. I walked towards the large computer and began to type. Soon, I had hacked into both nuclear missile programs. I quickly typed in the access code for the LA missile and disarmed it. "Well, one down, one to go…"

"Not so fast, Bane!" I turned to see two former partners.

"Heatwave! Frostbite! How nice of you two to drop by! Bye."

"Huh?" I punched the two into a wall, but they quickly recovered and attacked me.

"Code yellow, level ten security alert…" I heard an ambassador whisper into his watch before being frozen.

"We have a new employer, Bane. He wants you dead." Frostbite told me.

"Yes! Once a traitor, always a traitor, eh Bane?"

"Shut-up." I said. "Better yet, let me shut you up!" I dashed towards Heatwave and threw him into Frostbite.

"Why you!" Heatwave blasted me with a fireball. I cut the burning rock-like object in half with one of my sabers and headed for my targets.

"I have a job to do. They're paying me good money."

"Ha!" Frostbite froze my left arm. Idiot, I'm right handed. "Like you'll beat us."

"Bad move…" I appeared behind my cold foe. "Checkmate." I slashed him with my saber and kicked him into Heatwave. "It's so hard to find good help these days… eh, Heatwave?"

"Sh, shut-up!" I heard the fear in his pathetic voice. And to think we were partners… I shudder at the thought. "I, I'll take you on!" Or so he says. Whoa! I can't believe he shot a fireball at me! And I just got this suit cleaned! Now he's in for it! I slice a fireball in anger and throw a saber at the pathetic excuse for a fighter. I know his weak point, and hit him dead-on in the chest. "NO!" Heatwave exploded into flames. Well, those two did what they were sent to do, I guess. I mean, I failed to destroy the NYC nuke. Well, I guess my work here is done.

END CHAPTER

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