The inmates of the asylum were shouting madly, saliva flying from their maws in their frenzied cries as they smashed their fists into the bars like apes. John pushed himself back up to his feet as the thunderous thuds of Bane's footsteps grew closer, shaking the earth more violently as they did. John leveled his pistol at Bane, the assassin watching as the freak pressed fists together and flexed, his veins growing green as the Venom flowed through them. "Well, Baba Yaga, let's see if you are everything they make you out to be!" Bane growled through his tense throat and clenched teeth.
With a roar, the freak charged at John, the assassin letting loose several rounds that pierced Bane's abdomen but doing nothing to slow the man-beast down. Realizing how hopeless his position was, turned and dived out of harm's way as Bane went trampling past him. John rolled onto his knee and unloaded the rest of his magazine on Bane, merely earning the monster's further ire as he slowly turned and glared at him. "I'm insulted, idiota! You think that a puny pistola such as that could put me down," Bane shouted in fury, spreading his arms and signaling the jingling of bullets on the ground as they were pushed out of his body, "You'll need to do better than that, John Wick. At this rate, I'll be using your ribs as toothpicks."
John freed his gun of the empty magazine before ramming a fresh one in and grabbed his knife from his pocket, flicking the blade out. He held the knife in an inverted grip and braced the bottom of the gun's grip against his wrist, watching as Bane charged at him once again. Bane laid into John with a wild swing of his massive fist, the assassin ducking under the hook and shooting up into Bane's armpit. Bane attempted to hit John with another hook, the assassin ducking once again and responding by hooking Bane directly in the groin. Bane groaned in pain, John grabbing Bane by the sides of the head, throwing his head down, and kneeing him in the face. John followed up by further stunning Bane with a overhead punch to the throat, the villain gasping for breath. John did all he could to keep Bane on the defensive, repeatedly ramming his palm into his nose until blood splashed down the behemoth's lips and chin. Growling in annoyance, Bane unloaded a backhanded swipe at John, catching him in the chest and sending him sailing back-first into a television on the wall opposite the bars. John crashed back onto his stomach, groaning until the tv fell onto the back of his legs. "Venga, John. Did you think it would be that easy to win against me? With this Venom coursing through my veins, you're only delaying the inevitable. And you making me mad is only going to make your death that much more agonizing."
John wretched himself to the side just to avoid being crushed under Bane's foot, rearing his fist back and slamming his knife into Bane's foot. The masked assassin reared back and shouted in pain, a pair of gun shots ringing out as Bane collapsed to his capped knees. John holstered his pistol as he regained his footing and brought his knife up in both hands, plunging it into Bane's forehead. The blade merely sunk fractions of an inch into Bane's thick skull, dazing him as John turned his attention back to the broken tv. Picking it up with a hand grasping each corner, he turned and unloaded a swing of the appliance across Bane's cheek, rocking him to the side. John rose the tv high overhead and began to repeatedly slam it down over Bane's head, driving the knife deeper and deeper into his skull.
Bane's hand suddenly shot out and grasped John around the hips, his bones cracking and John thrashing about as he attempted to pry himself free of Bane's grip. Bane brought John up high as he rose to his feet, remarking, "Bueno, mi amigo. But you can't kill me that easily, John Wick. Nobody can. Now, allow me to break you."
John responded by managing to rip his pistol from his pinned hip and level it at a shocked Bane's head, firing a round straight through his right eye. Bane dropped the assassin as he grasped his head, howling in shock as blood leaked through the gaps in his fingers. "I'll break every single one of your bones for that, bastardo!" Bane roared, spinning around and unloading a blind cross.
Bane's fist smashed through the tv that John had braced before him, his knuckles just mere inches from John's chest. John aimed over his makeshift shield and unloaded the rest of his magazine into Bane's left knee, boring an inch-wide hole in it. Once again, Bane was forced to a knee as John spun the tv around with Bane's arm in it, trapping his arm in a twisting shoulder lock. Bane's jaw was rocked as John unloaded a front kick on the behemoth's cheek. John took Bane in a headlock and began to jam the knife deeper by hammering on it with bottom of his gun's grip. John dragged the barely-conscious freak to the tv trapping his arm, draping his throat over the edge. John hoisted himself up onto Bane's shoulders, leaping up and leg dropping the back of Bane's head with all his weight. The tv beneath Bane's neck split straight in half like a log, John picking himself up before the prone inmate.
Just as John prepared to head for the exit, an immense pressure seized his ankle and John was raised head-over-heels as if he stepped in a snare. John was face-to-face with Bane, his eye having reformed from the destruction of the bullet. "You're far more of a challenge than I gave you credit for, John Wick. I will be sure I don't underestimate you again."
With that, Bane turned and flung John into the bars. John's ribs and spine cracked the air like a whip, one of the bars bending from his impact at a near-ninety-degree angle. John was plucked off the ground by his overcoat between Bane's forefinger and thumb, Bane hoisting him up higher with a knee slamming into John's gut. Bane grasped John by his skull, raising him up before him and the crowd of hysterical inmates as declared, "I want you all to witness this, mijos! This is a day that will prove that Bane is the greatest force the Earth has ever known. Not only have I made the Bat my plaything, I will personally be the man who ends the life of Baba Yaga! Then, mis amigos, we will take this island from payaso and the the crime world will belong to us!"
The cheers and banging against the bars grew more fervent and raucous. "Be seeing you, John Wick." Bane coldly stated, putting his other hand to John's head to crush it.
John's hands shot out in response and grasped the knife, John violently shaking the knife back and forth in Bane's skull. The inmate cried out, releasing John as the assassin braced his feet against Bane's chest. Finally, John extracted the knife from Bane's skull and flopped back, just getting his feet under him as Bane reared his fist back and unleashed it on John. The assassin merely ducked and let Bane impale his fist on the bent bar behind John, the steel sliding through his flesh, grinding against his bones, and resting just against his wrist. Before Bane could retract his hand, John wrapped his arm around Bane's fist, twisting it around on the steel to Bane's shrieks of agony. John brought his knife back and dug it into the top of Bane's wrist. With a few, abrupt downward rips on the knife, John had cleanly sliced Bane's wrist open down to the bone. John was once more grasped in Bane's free hand by the chest, Bane instantly trying to crush him in his grip, his non-knife arm pinned to his side. His knife hand still free, John began to wildly stab at Bane's wrist, Bane finally releasing the assassin but John refused to relent. John cupped the back of Bane's head as he plunged the blade into the side of Bane's neck nearest to him, the villain letting out a gasp of shock. "Let's see how much of that Venom is in your veins now." John hissed.
With that, John flung his hand aside, tearing through the jugular and carotid on one side, through his throat, and slashed the veins and arteries on the other side of his neck. Bane let loose one last rattle before his head slumped forward, blood spilling forward with the motion before turning into a trickle alongside the blood loss from his wrists. The inmates watched in stunned silence, fearful and in awe of what John had just accomplished. John turned and headed for the exit, mentally checking intensive treatment off of his list to find Joker. Behind him, one of the inmates began to conspire amongst his comrades, "Come on, it's just one guy! Let's get him!"
The crook lept up and pulled himself atop the bar, shimmying through the gap and his efforts were rewarded with a bullet between the eyes, his body somersaulting onto the concrete below. John looked back at the group of silent inmates in an intense stare down where neither moved. Feeling he got his point across, John once more made his way through the thick, metal doors as they unlatched and open automatically. As he stepped through the smoke of the decontamination zone, Joker's grating voice greeted him, cheering, "Well done, John! I take it you took care of Bane if you made it this far. I'm impressed! I can honestly say he may have been your second greatest competition, behind only me, of course. So, let me ask, how did you kill such a treacherous piece of filth like him?"
John merely kept on his path, ignoring Joker as he continued the conversation, "Oh, what, you think I didn't know that Tiny was going to try and usurp me? He got too big for his britches after what he did to Batman, despite me doing all the hard work of delivering Batman to him! Such ingrates at this asylum," Joker paused, sighing in frustration before regaining his composure, "I apologize, Johnathan, my house is usually so much tidier than this. But I know you to be understanding, John. We're both a couple of reasonable guys, right? Ah, who am I kidding, you don't mind the mess! Of the guests here though, I'd say you're rapidly approaching Batman in terms of honor status...Can you at least acknowledge my existence, John? I'm pouring my soul out here, dammit!Ugh, you're no fun. Be seeing you, John."
Just as the platform reached the surface floor, the elevator lurched and John briefly lost his balance, an enraged Bane screaming, "You can't kill me, John, I already told you. As long as this Venom," Bane paused, his body faintly glowing green with another influx of the drug, "is rushing through my veins, you can't stop me. Nothing you do will stop me from hunting you to the ends of the Earth to do to you what I've done to Batman!"
Bane charged at John once again, John managing to draw his gun and pop one round into Bane's nose. The pain infuriated Bane further as the his vision was obscured from the blow, plowing into John with an embrace that carried them both along his blind rush. Bane smashed through the entrance to intensive treatment building. Pain extended his arms and shoved John far ahead of him as he tumbled forward. John tumbled to a stop and quickly scrambled to a knee, aiming at a risen Bane. Bane took a few tentative steps towards John before sprinting at his foe. John fired a round into Bane's chest but Bane once more ignored the shot. Bane lept off the ground and crashed down on John with both of his fists clubbed together. The assassin was forced to jump out of harms way, firing a few more rounds into Bane's side. Bane responded by stomping the ground, the shockwave knocking John onto his hands and knees.
Finally having a clean shot at the Baba Yaga, Bane turned and unloaded a massive hook onto the side of John's head, sending the assassin careening back across the ground like a ragdoll. Barely conscious and all of his senses dulled from the blow, unable to react as Bane seized him by the throat and left ankle, raising him just overhead with John's back resting on Bane's head, Bane gloating, "A valiant effort, mi amigo. But, like all others, you have fallen and will fail. Be seeing you, John Wick."
Bane instantly hoisted John up higher, a gasp escaping the criminal in the midst of victory. John had managed to slip his knife under the largest tube connecting to the back of Bane's skull, slicing through a quarter of it and soaking Bane's back in Venom. Bane was immediately affected by the sudden shortage of Venom, collapsing to his knees but mustering his remaining strength to hurl John ahead. John rolled through the landing was once again on his knee, aiming at Bane. Bane was already losing considerable muscle mass and, in desperation, sprinted at John once aimed and fired at Bane's thigh, stumbling him as blood gushed from his severed femoral artery. John took aim and fired at his other thigh, Bane's arms flailing as he stumbled forward.
Seizing the advantage, John lunged at Bane's knees with his shoulder and took the big man's legs out from under him, sending him cartwheeling over John and slamming him onto his back. Bane's groan went a bit higher as John grinded his foot into his outstretched palm, several more blasts of John's gun leaving Bane immediately in a panic. He could feel the immediate withdrawal of Venom from his system, John having bored holes through the rest of Bane's tubes connecting to various areas of Bane's upper body and arms. The glowing lime green liquid within began to pool around Bane and mix with his blood, the criminal shrinking to a size similar to John's but his skin was now taught over his bones. Bane moaned and gasped for air in the puddle, "No...Not like this...You cannot...defeat me...John Wick."
John continued to glare down on the rapidly deteriorating Bane, holstering his pistol as he said, "Te estaré observando."
John left Bane to bleed out, returning to his car and popping the trunk, retrieving his AR-15 to slap a magazine into it. Checking the sights before chambering a round, John placed a few pistol and rifle magazine into his belt before heading to the cave to the right of the entrance. John stood before it for a time, unsure if they were going to scan him in or if it was something he had to do. John pushed on the doors and they wouldn't budge. He leaned his AR against the door as he worked his fingers into the gap between them, once more having no give. John let his head lull back as he groaned in frustration, heading to the opposite cave entrance across the way. John was pleased as the door scanned him and opened for him, revealing a rusted, spear-tipped gate splitting the area in two with an burned-out ambulance on the other side. Without any hesitation, John strolled ahead into the unknown depths of Arkham Island.
Bane grew cold and fearful, terrified of what lie ahead of him with his imminent death. All of the terrible things he had done would surely have to come back to haunt him, wouldn't they? Only his sense of hearing remained as strong as ever, the approaching footsteps on the dirt making him stir slightly, too weak to sit up. Much to his chagrin, a familiar, feminine antagonist called out, "Oh, Bane, Bane, Bane, what happened? I thought Mister J said you were his ace in the hole."
"Go to hell, puta." Bane mustered.
"Ah, ah, ah," Harley tisked, kneeling down beside Bane as she chastised, "watch your mouth, Bane. Mister J is the smartest, handsomest, most perfect guy in the world. And he's got a heart of gold, too. He knows all about your little plan to take over for him by force. Unfortunately for you, Mister J isn't planning on stepping down any time soon for any reason. But, don't you worry, my puddin' is willing to show you how merciful he can be. Not only is he gonna spare your life and save you, you're gonna be his new, little guinea pig for what he's got in store for ol' Johnny. So, what d'ya say?"
"I would rather die." Bane hissed.
"That's the spirit," Harley cheered, rising and bringing her foot back before soccer kicking Bane in the jaw, knocking him out, "Don't worry, Bane, you'll be good as new!"