Off the coast off of a dark and gloomy night in Santa Prisca, a hooded man was entering a dock on a small boat while being concealed under a black coat. On the docks waiting for him were a bunch of strong looking men and women looking to be wearing military grade vests on their body and beige coats.
In the shadows, hid a bigger man between six feet and seven feet tall, also wearing a beige coat and appeared to have a muscular form. The man looked to his crew with his arms crossed.
"What do you know about our client?" The man asked.
"Apparently, he is a mercenary working for the US government." The man with a bald head and a beard replied.
"Not much to go on." A female crony replied. "He's essentially a ghost."
The man on the boat stared at the man he was about to meet with a blank expression since he didn't know about the situation.
"Waller, isn't this a little risky?" The man asked.
"What is it Agent Wilson?" Waller asked through the com.
"We are dealing with a man like him?" Agent Wilson asked. "Waller, do you have any idea who he is?"
"I'm very well aware of what Bane is. Illegal drug manufacturer and weapons dealer."
"Let's not forget over 70 counts of terrorism." Agent Wilson said.
"You've done your fair share, Agent Wilson."
"I blew up a few buildings to eliminate targets." Agent Wilson argued.
"Let's not argue, Wilson. Just retrieve the weapon."
Agent Wilson turned off his coms as the boat made a stop at the dock. He took a step onto the dock and began to approach the man in the shadows.
Two of his goons approached Agent Wilson in an attempt to grab him. That was until he grabbed the first one's wrist and tossed him over his shoulder.
The other goon tried to punch Agent Wilson who just backed away dodging every hit. Agent Wilson then repeatedly punched the goon his chest, abdomen, knee and smacked his hands against his head; Causing a bout of tinnitus to ring in his ear.
Agent Wilson knocked the man to the floor with a spin kick, causing him to crash through the wooden dock and into the cold water.
The other goon stood up and was about to tackle the agent to the wooden dock. But the agent was a lot quicker. He jumped over the goon and grabbed him by the head and then placed his sword on his neck.
During the fight however, the hood fell down to reveal himself as a man in his late thirties with white hair and an eyepatch on his left eye. It was Agent Slade Wilson of Task Force X.
"Enough." The man in the shadows walked out to reveal that he was wearing a black mask with a white patch around the mouth area and red eyes.
Slade gave the man a sly grin. "So, you're the famous Bane?"
Bane began to walk up to Slade. "It will be unnecessary to kill him, let him go."
"Maybe you can tell your men that I'm here for the weapons." Slade said.
"They only wished to frisk you." Bane assured him. "You could be carrying a wire under that coat."
Slade removed the sword from the goon's neck and kicked him to the floor. He took off his coat to reveal that he was wearing some rough padded armour. "No wire I assure you. This meeting is not known by anyone in the government except me and my boss."
Bane growled. "If that's the case, remove every piece of weapon you have on you and place them on that nearby crate."
Slade gave a smug smile. "Believe me, those aren't my deadliest weapons." He removed his swords from his satchel and placed them on the crate. Then, he reached into his holsters to remove his high tech gun and placed them with his swords. Then, he reached into his back to remove a bo staff that he placed with his other weapons.
"So, are we ready to make a trade?" Slade asked.
Bane stared at the man with a glare. "You do have to comprehend that you are making a very hasty decision. Making a deal with me. You know of my reputation, do you not?"
Slade, instead of being intimidated stared down at Bane. "The country is in danger, Bane. Sometimes you have to dig dirty in order to save the world. Do you not?"
Bane looked impressed. "I admire your bravery. I hope that you die with dignity by my hands someday." Slade and Bane stared at each other aggressively. "But that day is not today. You wish to see what I have?"
After a long walk, they arrived at an abandoned lab. As Bane and his crew led Slade down the corridor, he noticed a lot of the people here, who looked like manufacturers, were making something that formed into a green liquid.
Some of them were applying it into some canisters or barrels. On the far end, Slade could see a skinny member of Bane's crew with a bag on his head being having some of the green stuff being injected into his veins via a needle.
"So, to break the straining tension, what could you tell me about your drug?" Slade asked.
"Venom." Bane explained. "Very powerful drug. Think of it as steroids with extra steps. It will make you faster, stronger, depending on your blood type."
"And what happens if your blood doesn't match?" Slade's question was answered when he heard the sound of someone screaming in pain.
There was some silence as Slade felt very startled by the scream of horror and agonising pain. "That better be a sufficient answer, Mr Wilson."
They entered a room filled with a bunch of wooden crates. Slade looked around, impressed with the amount of crates the man had.
"You must have broke into a lot of bases to retrieve these." Slade remarked.
"Some were stolen and others have been provided by generous benefactors." Bane explained. "Carla, retrieve Mr Wilson's weapons of choice."
Bane's goon, a woman with short hair, a tattoo of a tear duct on her face and a tattoo on her left arm of what appeared to be a dragon; Retrieved the said box.
Slade saw that it appeared to be white and square shaped. But one thing that caught his eye, was the distinct logo on the front. It appeared to be an underlined 'W.'
"Wayne Enterprises?" Slade seemed surprised. "Bruce Wayne is your provider? Didn't expect this from him."
"He's a millionaire." Carla pointed out. "They're always shifty behind our backs."
"Well you don't know Bruce Wayne like I do." Slade retorted.
"It came under the name Mockingbird." Bane explained. "Could be Bruce Wayne or could be someone else."
Slade opened the crate to see a bunch of weapons placed gently on some black styrofoam. There was a grenade, a sniper rifle, some sort of pistol and what looked to be some sort of vest.
"This grenade has a blast radius that stretches up to meters." Bane explained. "It's a test model."
"Pass on that one." Slade said. "And the vest. I'm well armoured enough so no thanks to that one. What can you tell me about the rifle and that gun?"
"This rifle..." Bane picked it up to show it off. "…Can take down a target from a very long distance away. For example, if you wanted to assassinate someone like Wayne company employee Lucius Fox in Wayne Tower, you can do it from the roof of Bruce Wayne's Manor." Slade smiled. "And this little gun…" He aimed it at one of his goons and fired a shot, causing a blinding flash that rendered him without the use of his eyes.
"¡No puedo ver! ¡No puedo ver!" He cried out as he ran into a wall.
"He will be blind for a while." Bane explained. "Nothing serious but it could give you time to take down your target."
Slade smiled with sinister intent with what he will do with them. "I will take those weapons."
Later, after reacquiring his weapons and acquiring his new weapons, Slade tossed a black briefcase in the direction of Bane that he caught in his hand.
"How much?" Bane asked.
"Five hundred million from some of our generous taxpayers back in the States." Slade replied.
"If you don't mind me asking, what use do you have for these weapons?" Bane asked.
"It's a government secret but between you and me, I intend to use these to kill Superman." Slade's response made Bane look slightly interested. "Oh, are you?"
"Hopefully I can use these to kill him." Slade said. "Who knows what that man is capable of. So, is five hundred million good?"
"It's a generous amount." Bane replied. "You make your way to your target. And make sure your government stops tracking me."
"Can't make that promise." Slade said before activating the engine and sailing away to get on with his mission.
Once far enough, he contacted Waller again to let her know the good news. "Mission accomplished?"
"Accomplished." Slade replied. "Rest assured, Waller. Superman will be no more." Slade gave a sinister grin as he put on his skull-like mask to prepare for his battle against the Man of Steel.
Back on Santa Prisca, Bane was in his small office staring at a wall with some sort of obsessed intent. He cracked his knuckles as he stared at the pictures that were nailed on to his bulletin board.
Inside his office were a bunch of file cabinets, a bookcase filled with books, a pull up bar, a ginormous lifting weight and dumbbells the size of car engines.
Carla walked in with some papers in her hand. "Jefe, I think we have some people who will be perfect bait."
Bane exhaled. "It's time, Carla."
Carla looked surprised by her boss' statement. "Jefe, you wish to go after him now? But I thought you needed a little longer."
"No." Bane said. "I can't wait any longer. This man is the perfect challenge. I have studied his every move. He isn't a particularly good fighter but he is a strong opponent. I can't wait to break every last bone in his body. I can't have him get in the way of my goal." He narrowed his eyes at what was on the board, which was a ton of photos of Superman and articles of Superman from Dailey Planet to the Gotham Gazette to Central City News. "And I can't stand idly by before the US government's pet kills the perfect competitor. What have you got?"
The crony gave Bane the photographs whom began to stare at them. One was of a tanned skin woman of Korean descent and an African American male all around their mid twenties.
"Who are these people?" Bane asked.
"The woman is Lois Lane." Carla explained. "Reporter for the Daily Planet and is always first to every Superman scene and is always gaining exclusives out of him. Some rumours say that she is romantically involved him. But according to her socials, she has a relationship with her co worker, Clark Kent."
"Cheating on a mortal with a God." Bane remarked. "How interesting. And who's the diminuto one?"
"James Olsen." Carla replied. "Photographer at the Daily Planet and founder of Flamebird."
"Flamebird?" Bane asked.
"It's an app recently brought out by the Daily Planet, jefe." Carla explained. "Sellout if you ask me. Sold it for 5.6 million dollars and is getting a ton of royalty checks. About 47% of the profit. And yet, he still works as a photographer."
Bane looked back at of Jimmy and placed the photo of Lois back in his pocket. "Lois Lane will be our backup just in case. James Olsen is a more realistic target. Kidnapping a photographer is one thing, but kidnapping a millionaire is a different story. Track him down and wait for me to come up with a solution to capture him."
"Yes, Jefe." Carla said before leaving his quarters.
Bane glanced at the photo of Jimmy for one last time before looking back at a photo of Superman flying through the city. "You will soon learn, Superman; Hombre de Acero, that you are mortal." Bane stabbed the photograph of Superman on his board as he prepared to make his leave for Metropolis to kill Superman once and for all.