This street thug was an idiot. A complete moron who thought he was big and bad even when he was in the presence of the other assassins, Lester Buchinsky was a fool for approaching Bane. The only problem was...Bane wasn't allowed to kill him. Just a swift break of the neck was all that was needed but Joker's orders: no killing fellow assassins.
In the Royal Hotel, it was found out that in the lower levels there was a gym and a workout room. Many of his mercenaries loved to go down there to train and he did as well upon occasion. Sure enough, there was Lester flaunting his muscles to some of Joker's disguised gang and even his own personnel. What upset him a little was how some of his men were being wooed by him. They were smart and shot the man down. Lester liked men, which Bane could care less about, but he liked his men most of all and the flirting was becoming a huge problem, causing distractions and making them lose sight of their jobs.
Bane understood that everyone had needs and such but only when it was the appropriate time should it be exercised if at all. Lester had a bad habit of hitting on them in the middle of reconnaissance. The rookie was playing with fire and Bane was ready to burn him alive.
"-and that's how I took out the one called Wildcat...more like Pussycat," Lester boasted.
Some of Joker's men clapped while a few of Bane's scoffed in amusement until the Electrocutioner leaned with one hand on the wall beside Bane's captain, Rafael, who also rested on it with his arms crossed and one boot up. He hardly seemed surprised nor was he intimidated by Lester's advances.
"I could show you my scars from the battle and I even have the panther's mask upstairs in my room if you want to, ah, check it out," he flirted.
Rafael smiled politely and said, "As impressive as that is, I'm afraid I have to reject your offer. I have things I need to get done for my boss tonight."
"Well, when you finish, you can stop by-"
"Leave my men alone, Buchinsky," Bane snarled, stomping towards them.
Rafael and the other mercenaries took that as their cue and quickly acknowledged their leader before leaving the room. Joker's men got wise too, leaving the workout room empty aside from them.
Lester didn't look as macho now with Bane up in his face with a dark expression. The man backed up slightly and put his hands out in defense. "Look, all I was doing was talking. No harm done."
Since Lester didn't have his armor on, only a black tank top and sports pants, Bane could strike him a lot easier and send him flying if he actually wanted to though he himself wasn't wearing his Venom vest or had those tubes pumping Venom in him attached so it would be a bit more even between them if they fought. Really, he only came down to lift weights in a t-shirt and his armored pants with back up Venom canisters in case of an attack along with his mask, but the change in plan was hardly an inconvenience. He would still win given his extensive experience in physical fighting than Lester ever claimed to do.
"Yes, talking was what it was and that was not seducing my capitán," Bane growled. "Do you take me for a fool?"
Lester hit his back against the wall. "N-no, no, uh...you are a very smart man, Bane. I confess I have played with your mercenaries too much but they are very nice...very...um..."
"Handsome? Pretty? Fine? If I hear any of those words from your mouth about them, you might not ever talk again. Pick your next words carefully. I will not tolerate anybody seducing my soldiers and disturbing my army's responsibilities."
Electrocutioner gestured for him to calm down before replying, "Sure-sure, not a problem. I understand."
Bane walked away and Lester stood flabbergasted. He sat on a bench and grabbed a 70 lb. dumbbell with his right and began to lift, his muscles constricting with each use. Lester watched for a solid five minutes and admired Bane's physique, how the muscles looked so natural even for a Venom junkie. The larger man may have had powerful drugs to help him, but even he knew a lot of muscle was Bane's own. He continued his admiration until Bane caught him.
"You're still here? I figured you would have left by now unless you have an issue with me specifically, then I suggest you get it out," Bane said.
Realizing he had been caught, Lester wandered close careful not to rile up Bane enough to hurt him. "I am curious why you only issued me a warning and not kicked my ass like I would have assumed? More so, I am curious why you have so much of a problem with me trying to befriend your soldiers? They have their own lives...or are you jealous of me giving them attention and not you?"
That was a bold move on his part. The dumbbell hit the floor loud, almost cracking the tile when Bane jolted upward and stomped toward him. This time, Lester stood his ground as foolish as it was because he didn't like being mocked as a coward and he wasn't going to give Bane the satisfaction of seeing him back down even if he didn't win the confrontation.
Bane was staring at him intense and cracking his knuckles as fists formed. "They work for me. It is my job to command them which I cannot do if they are being beckoned by the likes of you. And as for me, I hate your guts. Don't you forget that the next time you and I cross paths after the eve of Christmas arrives. I will take great joy in breaking your body."
"Flattering, Bane, but I think you need to try a bit harder. Personally, I think you're afraid of a little intimacy. You're afraid no one will ever have the gall to sleep with you or even sweet talk you. You're jealous your own soldiers are getting something on the side and you aren't. I've already fucked six of your men, just ask your faithful Lieutenant Fernandez. I didn't hear him complaining," Lester hissed, not caring anymore about the consequences.
In a flash, Bane was on him and toppling them to the ground. Electrocutioner did an extra roll to get him off but the monstrous man only charged back before he could get up to defend himself. Bane, on the other hand, was furious and was debating whether following Joker's rules were really worth it. If he couldn't kill, he needed to teach Lester a lesson or something to get it in that thick skull the man had that his troops were off-limits.
"Bastardo, engañando a los hombres para que se acuesten con ustedes, MIS hombres!"
Lester prevented a hit from landing on his face and yelled back not thinking, "Fuck you! At least they knew how to have fun unlike you!"
Bane lessened his grip and stared him down, "Oooh, I see. You think this is about me? No, amigo, I know restraint. There's a time and place for everything and if I wanted to, I could."
"Prove it!" Lester grinned, "Show me you're not just a hard-ass, lame killjoy and I will stop going after your men. In fact, I dare you to show me. You won't."
That was his snapping point. "You want me to play your game? Fine, I'll play."
Lester wasn't prepared when he was dragged upright and forced to face the wall. He tried to hit backwards but Bane caught his arm and twisted it to be forced against his backside. His other hand was on the wall preventing his face from being smooshed on the tacky wallpaper. Then he froze when he felt his pants lowered and something near his entrance. Right to the action as he should have expected from the mercenary.
Bane smirked, using his own fluids to prepare himself, "I am in control so don't think about trying anything, chico."
Electrocutioner was damn tempted to be snarky when the words melted in a stiff groan as Bane's cock gradually made its way inside. It was slick so at least Bane was nice enough to provide something other than taking him dry.
There was some discomfort regarding the size and Lester almost was tempted to cry a little from the roughness of his first stride. He was used to giving, not getting. Thankfully, this wasn't the first time but it had been a number of years since he ever did it like this.
Bane, on the other hand, was tempted to drill him to the ground and make him bleed but he had boundaries enough to not rush through it unlike some people, especially given the tightness of his fellow assassin. Watching Lester blush and start moving back against him began awakening something primal, a growing need to see just how much this brute could handle.
"Qué te parece esto para un duro, Lester? Am I a lame killjoy now?" He purred right next to the man's ear.
Electrocutioner moaned into his arm as Bane became unbearably rough, just what he liked. "P-please!"
He felt used, like a cheap prostitute in the back alleys of Gotham the way Bane was playing to prove his dominance. Heat was bubbling over from the friction, his abdomen in knots. Would he coax Bane to do this again? Definitely, but there was a fear deep down this was only a pity fuck. Next time, he would probably be ripped apart. He got lucky was what his final assumption was, but Lester was thankful he got to see this rare side of Bane.
As his orgasm hit, Bane kept him still so he could grind himself deep within the loud-mouth street thug, savoring the gasp of surprise and submissiveness. He wasn't incredibly proud of doing this but he felt it was necessary to keep Lester from thinking he was less than a professional killer and an equal if not more powerful assassin.
Once he was done and Lester seemed to quiet down, he slipped out of the man and tucked himself away. He shook his head as just how this would look to others if Lester decided to brag.
"I-I'll admit, Bane, you are capable of having a little fun...even if somewhat rough. Ow," Lester growled.
"I only gave you what you wanted, not anything more. Next time, I will make sure you don't enjoy it at all."
"Killjoy."
Bane frowned, "Don't push it, tu patética puta. You already are hurting, wouldn't want to make it worse."
Lester leaned his back against the wall, attempting not to slide down it when his legs were visibly wobbly. But then he laughed, "You act like you're the only sane one here among us."
Confused, Bane stared at him. "What do you mean?"
"You act like a rational tyrant but deep down, you're just as insane as the rest of us. I once believed the stories of Gotham making the sanest people insane was nothing but a scare tactic but looking at everyone who walked this city, residential or outsider, even you, I see now just what it meant. Gotham attracts crazy, not just make them. If you weren't insane, you wouldn't have come here to this city to take on the Bat."
"You are wrong."
"Am I? Why would you act on my offer unless you were crazy? Why would you find everyone who you deem 'monstrous' or 'insane' so fascinating if there wasn't something wrong with you too? No sane person would have fucked me like that. Face it, you came to Gotham because you're insane too. And it's bringing out your true self, spending so much time with the others like Firefly-don't think I didn't hear about that."
Bane turned away quickly and walked toward the exit. "I'm NOT insane! Your toxic influence is just too much. Stay away from my men or you'll be the next bounty I kill."
Lester coughed and continued laughing. His amusement never seemed to leave Bane's mind hearing it echo down the halls.
There was a brief thought of whether Lester was right. Spending too much time in Gotham led to meeting exotic crazies and so far, he was not as opposed to them as he initially thought he would be. Maybe something was wrong with him. The sooner he left the city, the better but not before killing the Batman.
AN: Electrocutioner was a fucking funny fight, not a boss fight but as much as I was disappointed we didn't get to fight him truly, I think at the same time his one-hit knockout was peak humor for a serious game. Well played, Rocksteady.