Bane had broken the Bat.
Bloody, Broken and Beaten by his latest in long list of villains and singular opponent on the battle field.
Well calculated and cunning villain had won the game by managing to take the Knight causing this round to go to the victor in this long game of chess. That is how this opponent saw this game He was the white/amateur or so it would have seemed to the common eye but by the end the roles were reversed because the opponent had made an amateur out of the Bat. Although he did make the first and last move that the game was not over until his last breath was taken and could play no more.
Lying broken in a pool of your own blood will and can give you a new prospective on your life. Taking in all the mistakes and unfortunates events that lead you to the decisions that led you to having your back broken.
Bane had broken the inmates of Arkham free and into the streets of Gotham to do as they wish and to let the streets of Gotham run with blood and their madness.
The streets running and littered with the most sinister and crazed lunatic locked up in Arkham had another breakout was released upon the streets like a plague, leaving countless victims and bodies in its trail. There was no permanent cure for this illness just a bandage that could be pressed upon against it and containing it so that it would not spread across Gotham and disease others with it's madness.
The thought of this just makes your blood run cold with all the work that was done to put each of those individuals there and all the hard work that was undone.
The Batman did and HAD to do the impossible if Gotham was to survive because Gotham could not survive another night of this madness. Gotham could not suffer another night of this anarchy and madness that was being stilled upon Gotham.
Working alone in the darkness of the night with the police rounding up the criminals while Batman went after every dangerous criminal in Gotham had to offer.
The low life criminals are cowards and for that logic are predictable like rats. They will follow a pacific pattern that they will always follow because of fear and stupidity they do as they do. The petty thugs either go home, to the nearest bar or far more likely rob the nearest place to get money and get the hell out of town and into hiding. And would contact their old contacts and parents which is the fatal mistakes that they will always make and is how you find them.
They will also stick together because they find the advantage in numbers and also see the others as a collateral damage because they could be used as distraction to escape. Use them as blame and useful up until the point that they are no longer needed.
But that was their mistake sticking in number because that meant they were easier to find and to round up at the same time. It was more dangerous but it was less time consuming them patrolling the streets looking for them if they were alone.
Others like Joker and Riddler did not need to be found.
They were the ones that wanted to be found and sure as hell made everyone know where they were and what they were doing.
Things were escalating and it was more unlikely that he would be able to take the two of them out alone with the two of them being opposite of each other in the City. He would have to choose or come up with another solution.
He had decided instead of them going after them they would come after him because he was not going to go after them at all. He was going to go after every other criminal in Gotham and he would come to him because they could not help themselves as they carved the attention.
They had taken each other out in a challenge of jealously and rage.
Batman had taken out all the criminals that he could and would be immediate danger all in the one night.
Poison Ivy, Two-Face and other criminals were still at large but these individuals would immediately go to ground. They would not be immediate danger because they would be setting up their next plan and would be fighting with themselves on what they are going to do with their freedom.
He was exhausted but continued the fight and pushed on almost to the breaking point with each criminal he had gotten more exhausted and weaker. But he had No choice and No other options because Gotham was his to protect it was his only purpose in life to protect others and take criminals down for vengeance. He would continue until he was dead he could rest.
But the only force in the world that had was capable stopping The Batman in his tracks was Alfred when he forced him home by using the Batmobile to take him back to cave by sheer force unable to get out.
He had fallen asleep at the wheel within seconds with sheer exhaustion and knowing that he could do no more that night. Alfred would get his wish because tonight there would be no more fighting and it was over as the police and Commissioner James Gordon could do the rest of the clean up.
With what little energy was left was used to get dressed into normal clothing that was left in the BatCave.
Knowing that Alfred would be upstairs making her something to eat and getting the shower ready then to bed. Her daily routine with Alfred was already set.
Shower would be the first thing to do to wash all the blood away. To get rid of all the sweat and help with the wounds that she could already tell that were going to make their appearance and help with the pain.
Wounds fixed that would needed to be stitched and cleaned up. Cuts and bruises that would be attended to and dried blood that would needed to be removed from the skin and hair and from the Batsuit.
Food would already be prepared and awaiting for arrival at the table. She knew that it would have to eat a proper meal that he have to eat and could not leave the table until every bite was eaten. She would not be allowed to eat while doing her research and data in the Batcave.
Bed for eight hours of sleep and no more because there was work to do and sleeping in bed would just get in the way and eight hours was more than enough.
Then back to work the next night.
But when she got upstairs it was a little too quiet and Alfred was not at the grandfather clock a waiting for her returning with a stern look and sarcasm 2waiting upstairs was an unexpected and an uninvited guest.
To exhausted and tired to fight back.
Out gunned and out smarted Batman was defeated in his own home.
In the eyes of Bane this was a much crueller fate than death because this was a humiliation that Batman defeated and so easily in the confront of his own home, the place that was supposed to be the safest place in the world and was now used as a tool for this.
Bane had defeated Batman mentally and physically with this unexpected visit of his.
He had made sure of it.
Back in the BatCave.
Alfred was alive and that was a relief.
Looking overhead to seeing darkness and bats it was clear that they were in the BatCave having Alfred somehow managed to drag both of them to the BatCave in both their current states.
Blacking in and out blood could be seen on the table with the necessary medical equipment nearby.
Blinding and aching pain that was overwhelming that the screams of the pain were so serve that the echoes of the scream began to scare the bats and put them into a panic. The screams were overwhelming and out of control because they could not be stopped because it was not over yet because of the pain that was being experienced and overwhelming fight that was about to thought of mind and body this had to be the worse experience.
" Oh my ! "
It was clear that many bones were broken including the backbone.
But that was what the morphine was for.
But for some reason it was not doing it's job because there was still pain. It was just located somewhere else.
An unknown source of blood or some kind of other liquid was dropping to the floor quickly sounding like a puddle of water or something else entirely. It was something else entirely but just could not put your finger on it because of the intense pain that was now coming.
The pain, the in tensing pain was coming from the stomach .No that was a mistake it was coming from the belly and the pain was just getting worse and so was the screaming having the feeling the need to push and push hard away the pain.
It was hours of this intense pain but it was over and then just passed out.
Blacking in and of the last thing that she heard before she finally blacked out was the sound of something that sounded off. It was sharp to the ears and was getting louder by the moment.
It was the sound of crying.
But she had no idea who was the one crying.
But then she tears were falling doing the side of her face and the taste of salt was intensifying.
But the high pitched screaming was not her and was something else.
