Suicide Squad Part Three: The Man They Call Bane
Blackgate Penitentiary sits in Gotham Bay like a turd that wont flush. Ugly, surrounded by water and, of course, black. It housed some of Gotham's most dangerous criminals, the ones not crazy enough for Arkham. In the deepest, darkest corners of that hell hole there is so much evil you can practically smell it. Violence and fear permeate every aspect of life there. Except for one man. The man they call Bane. He was born in a prison, one much worse than Blackgate. In Blackgate there were rules, not in Pena Dura. In Pena Dura, Bane had been king but now he was just another prisoner. Or so everyone thought. He sat in the middle of his cell, legs crossed and his hands on his knees. His body was there but his mind was gone, far beyond the walls of Blackgate. Bane had been contacted by a man a few days ago. He didn't give his name or anything else just showed Bane two photographs and a blueprint for a few seconds each. To Bane that was all the time in the world. He remembered their faces. One: strong square jaw, graying crew cut hair, military man by his guess. Two: cold dead eyes, black mustache and short black hair. The second one seemed familiar to Bane. The blueprint was the important part though. It was the blue print to Blackgate Penitentiary, with a white X over a certain spot, a date and a time written at the top. Bane had went to the where the white x was. A maintenance room with an electrical box and some cleaning supplies. Nothing special. The date written on the paper was todays, the time was one hour away. Bane was ready.
As much as Bane knew, there were still variables he could never have figured out. Rick Flag and Deadshot had those covered. The plan was a simple one. The first step was to get Deadshot inside the prison. Easy enough for a man of his skills and reputation. When the plane landed, fifteen officers from the Major Crimes Unit were there to greet Deadshot. Luckily an anonymous caller had tipped off the MCU. He would be held at Blackgate for a few days until a trial could be arranged. Now came the hard part, for Flag at least. He would have to swim from the bay all the way out to Blackgate. For a man of his physical condition this was difficult but achievable. He put on his diving suit and set out at exactly 18:00 hours, 2 hours before the show was to go on the road. He swam non-stop for 55 minutes, arriving early than expected. His muscles throbbed with pain, screaming at his brain to stop. He pushed on, just like he had done time and time before.
When Flag started swimming, Deadshot had only one simple job to do; distraction at any means necessary. He would sneak away, get into the console room and then see how things went from there. On the inside of Blackgate there was one reliable source of goods and information and Deadshot was looking right at him. Oswald Cobblepot sat in the corner of the cafeteria, biting the heads off of fish on a silver platter. He was flanked by two big bodyguards. As Deadshot approached their boss, one of them stepped forward and put a hand on his shoulder. "Mista Cobblepott ain't seein' no visitas right now". Deadshot grabbed the arm and heard the loud crack followed by screaming. The guard held his broken arm and fell to the floor. Some guards looked over suspiciously
"Nothing to see here", Cobblepot shouted to the whole cafeteria. "Lawton! It's good to see you again, my boy!". Cobblepot stood and offered Deadshot his hand. They shook and both took a seat. He called over the second bodyguard and pointed to the one on the ground. "Will you get this sad sack of shit out of here? Now, Lawton, what is it that you of all people could need from the Penguin?". He smiled a crooked smile.
"I need a key card, level 4 access to the main cell control room. I need it fast too", Deadshot said.
"Well lucky for you, I happen to have one of those in my possession", he smiled that crooked smile again, "but it will cost you a pretty penny".
"I don't have any money but I do have something I know you'll like. A favor. Anything you ask from me and I cant say no", Deadshot said. Cobblepots face tightened up, he was thinking it over.
"A favor from Deadshot is valuable, indeed. All right, my son, you've got a deal", Cobblepot said. They shook hands again and Cobblepot pulled him in close. "Meet my guard by cell number 58, in 15 minutes", he said in a hoarse whisper.
Bane had been counting, it was time to move. He leaned out of his cell and called a guard over. The guard opened the cell and put the leg and handcuffs on him. He passed by a cell where two men stood. He recognized the one man from the photo. Deadshot looked at Bane, quickly flashed the key card at him. Then he looked at the guard behind Bane and dragged his finger across his throat. The message was clear, lose the guard. Deadshot made his way to the control room, slid the card and slipped in before any one could see. The guard didn't hear him enter so he tapped him on the shoulder and socked him with a hard left to the temple. Out like a light. Lawton looked at the time, only a few more minutes until the place was gonna off like a roman candle. While Bane was lead to the bathroom by the guard, he quickly scanned the area. He saw the maintenance closet.
Deadshot needed to make sure they wouldn't be able to watch the video feeds and see him and Bane escape. He took his finger and jammed it into the back of his throat. He violently puked onto the ground and saw what he was looking for. A small plastic bag containing one experimental EMP bomb. One blast from this bad boy and their circuits were fried. No trace of Deadshot would be seen on these cameras. Deadshot hit all the cell release buttons and then planted the bomb.
Bane heard the cell doors open and for a second there was silence. Then chaos erupted like a volcano. Prisoners ran out of their cells attacking guards, some were killed in a matter of seconds. One prisoner got a hold of a guards machine gun. That's when Bane sprinted towards the maintenance room, plowing through guards and prisoners alike. He reached the room and ripped the grate out of the floor. It had been weakened. He jumped in to the tunnel below and the man from the other photo was there in a black wet suit.
"Take off your jumpsuit", Flag said. Bane took of his prisoner jumpsuit. Flag handed him a wet suit. Flag turned around and noticed the two dead bodies laying on the tunnel floor and that Flag was putting Banes suit on one of the bodies. Deadshot entered the tunnel. Flag took out the EMP detonator and with the press of a button, all of Deadshot's actions in the past hour were erased. Now came the more simple part. Deadshot took off his jump suit and put on the other body. Flag began to rip a gas main off the wall.
"In their daring escape the prisoners known as Deadshot and Bane triggered a gas main explosion that completely charred their bodies, now to Jack Ryder with your on the spot coverage", Deadshot said. As he spoke Flag planted a brick of C4. "If all goes well then that's what they'll be saying on the six o'clock news", Deadshot said. The three crawled out of the tunnel to the sewage disposal. Flag hit the detonator and the whole building rocked with the explosion. They escaped to a boat Flag had "acquired" from the guards. As they were headed into open waters, and their extraction point, Bane finally spoke.
"It's safe to assume you're not hear to kill me, I suppose?, Bane said. Deadshot laughed.
"Well not directly kill you. We were sent by Amanda Waller. Welcome to the Suicide Squad", Deadshot said. He extended his hand and Bane shook it.