Disclaimer: This story heavily uses ideas and concepts from the James Luceno book 'Darth Plagueis'. I highly advise you read the book if you want to know, catch on, and understand this fanfic story. Wookiepedia can get you only so far.

I do not own any of the Star Wars and DC characters and ideas represented in this work.

Despite its Caribbean beauty and its location south of Florida, it was a rarity to see Americans here on Cuba. With its stunning beaches, rich foods, and exotic women, one would think it would be a winning combination to attract many American sightseers and tourists to flock to the island year round. However, due to the island being consumed by a communist revolution and aligning itself with the Bolshevik world nearly five decades ago, the American government at that time thought to punish the Cubans by Embargo. American citizens barred from the island were another casualty of the fifty-year-long economic blockade of the island.

The country, against economic spite and food shortages, still persevered through the embargo as the island still had some foreign companies and nations invest assets in its soil. Havana was like any other city in Latin America: Spanish architecture, food and street vendors out and selling their wares, multiple cultures intermingling with one another, all the while the Cuban sun beat down onto the city. Cars that looked like they belonged to the era of rock n' roll made traffic through the capital's streets.

Among the buildings was a tower of a fair height. There were very few tall buildings in Havana; this one was a type that served as a grand hotel. If this structure was in the era of Castro, it might've been demolished, with its artistic Latin style of architecture and the people that attract it. It would have been called a 'bourgeois symbol' and destroyed for being against the revolution. Yet, times have changed, and those realms of thinking crumbled with the Soviet Union's fall.

On top of this tower was Hego Damask, out on a balcony that had a view of the city and the warm Caribbean Sea beyond. Dressed in attire that was appropriate for the setting, he wore a white suit with brown shoes, a flora shirt befitting the area, and rounded sunglasses sat on his face. Taking sips of wine, he enjoyed the scene while sitting down next to a table. Damask rented out the top penthouse in order to conduct business that was intended to go far away from the public eye.

The main door opened, Mercy Graves ushered a tall Santa Priscan man in a black suit and, oddly enough, a black and white Lucha Libre mask that was a custom in Mexican wrestling culture. This was not a street performer; rather, this was Bane, a man with a record of criminal activity in Gotham and a supposed enemy of its caped crusader.

Bane requested an audience with Damask through Plagueis' hidden agents in Gotham. For weeks, they have been talking through secured channels and, in time, reached a proposed deal that both parties could benefit from.

Broad-shouldered and quite tall, his suit barely concealing the outlines of his impressive muscles, Bane's physique implied more of a man that would serve perfectly in a sketchy wrestling match or be part of the muscle contingent for a cartel boss. But the man's threatening looks were just as dangerous as his intelligence. An apparent genius, the super-criminal was the creator of the super-steroid, Venom, which in itself required a great deal of chemistry that was well beyond most street-level cooking.

The man's real name was a mystery, one that Plagueis couldn't determine. While some information of his identity can be traced to his country of birth, the rogue island nation of Santa Prisca, very few details can be derived from there, say, for that he was possibly born in the country's worst prison, Peña Duro.

Damask went up and shook the man's strong hands. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mister Damask." Band said with a noticeable Latin accent.

Damask sat down and switched to Spanish, "While I cannot say it's a pleasure, it is certainly interesting to say the least."

Bane noted Damask's near-fluent words of Spanish with a slight start. Then he made a faint smile of amusement. "A man with many words I see." The supercriminal replied back with his Santan Priscan dialect of Spanish.

Damask shrugged, "I thought it would be best to discuss this deal in a language you're more comfortable with. I am a person who deals with various cultures, of course, and I could never inflict the English language onto any business partner that doesn't naturally speak it."

Bane nodded, "I can respect that, Mister Damask," pridefully, he gestured to himself, "I can say that I know a couple other languages as well; German, Latin, Russian, Chinese, and a few others too."

"You're a man of many cultures?"

"You ought to be when dealing with Gotham, the city brings all sorts of hombres."

"So if I were to speak any random language, would you identify it?

Bane heaved his large shoulders. "I could probably tell you where it's from."

Damask, ever so carefully, made a smirk, then changed his next words into Muun. "Can you understand me now, human?"

After the words of the non-earth language exited out of Damask's mouth, Bane gazed at Damask in a confused manner. He attempted to speak but stopped himself, then redid his words, "Uhh, what is that, Polack or something?"

"Just something I picked up from traveling in all sorts of places." Damask said in Spanish again.

Bane chuckled, though uneased. "Well in that, let's just stick to business."

"If you wish so." Damask responded.

They began talking and discussing the plan Bane presented to Damask. The project would entail Bane's birth country of Santa Prisca, in which he would use Damask's provided funds to secretly take over the country and create a large facility that will dedicate itself to properly creating Venom. The projected drug factory would be big enough, be supported by many workers, and house the needed equipment and chemicals to keep up with the demand for Venom and create the supply for it. The super-steroid has been slowly introduced into the black market, and it will be a matter of time before the demand for it increases.

Plagueis saw this as another opportunity to make. Venom, as shown by Bane's exploits against the GCPD and Batman that were televised, is a drug serum that can greatly enhance the user's ability to have greater strength, endurance, and dexterity than baseline humans. It can also be rather addictive. By encouraging the drug's popularity by increasing production that, in turn, will no doubt boost its usage, Venom could spread all over North America or even other parts of the world. It could be reached and used by the simplest street crook to a highly zealous terrorist that is eager to cause trouble.

This supposed Venom pandemic would destabilize the US as it dives deeper into decadence and addictive debauchery. Plagueis thought as a bonus he could also supply Roulette with come Venom shipments for her meta-brawling games as the meta-brawl ring was currently under secretive construction.

To cement his hold onto the island and to make the process of shipping the illegal goods smoothly, Bane insisted part of Damask's support will need to be placed into efforts of a change of government on Santa Prisca so that a puppet regime could be installed with Bane as a shadow ruler.

"Are you certain that your people would not resist the status quo you would implement?" Hego Damask said after an hour of talking.

Bane smiled with beforehand knowledge, "My people are just as accepting of a change of power as people in Mexico with their cartels fighting, Mister Damask. As long as there's Santa Priscan in charge, they'll listen." He shortly laughed, "Who knows, maybe with the facility up in running, they might be happy if we give them employment there."

"If they can have the knowledge of the whole operation secured and keep it to themselves, I see no reason." Damask said, then paused; he added after a few moments of thinking. "Speaking of which, while Santa Prisca has been mostly undisturbed within the larger world, the oncoming production will gain unneeded attention to the island. However, with the help of contacts, I am able to steer Interpol from investigating." He then countered himself, "But the US will be harder to shoo away…that leads to another matter we will need to discuss. What do you know of the Penitente Cartel out of Mexico and Escobedo Cartel from Colombia?"

Bane's eyes under his mask narrowed and looked like he ate something that just gave him a bad aftertaste. "Yeah, I know them; Escobedo runs in Coventry; we're not exactly friends, and Penitente..." he laughed, as if hearing a joke. "AH! I remember Penitente too, but they had this convoluted plan of making Gotham addicted to this super-coke they had; the Bat sure got them good. What about them?"

"From what I can gather from your attitude change, their operations in Gotham seem to be less friendly towards your own organization."

"Yeah, less go with that."

"Then no need to worry about that, mister Bane." Damask said, "For simplicity's sake, both cartels owe me heavy debt from dealings in the past and are willing to pay it through several favors. While I'm sure you are able to produce enough Venom to keep up with demand, there is the problem with mass distribution and selling the product in such capacity, which I do not think the resources on Santa Prisca will be able to provide. To alleviate this, if we were to create this plan, I have discussed with the Cartels and they will be the ones to take the burden of such tasks."

Bane smashed his fist onto the table, causing the area of impact to crack like spiderwebs, wine glasses falling off and breaking into the floor. Mercy would have taken action in showing Bane manners, but after one step into it, she stopped when Damask nonchalantly gestured to stay put. Damask brought a brow up. "Is there a problem, Mister Bane?"

"Yeah there is," he said, eyes fixed on Damask, bitterness dripping from his words. "I don't like how you talked about our deal with my enemies WITHOUT informing me, Mister Damask. Especially when you're suggesting that they should handle MY product!"

Plagueis was unaffected by the man's gaze and recognized Bane's umbrage. "I understand your worry about my decision and your thoughts of the whole ordeal." He held up a hand. "But consider this: once Venom is flowing through the states as we want, the authorities and some of their vigilante allies will try to find the culprits of its creation when it becomes popular. To protect me, you, and the operation, most of the handling procedures will be carried out by Penitente and Escobedo groups. Naturally, the law will think they are the true conspirators and go after their assets in South America."

Bane somewhat relaxed, "Fall guys, then, eh?"

"In a crude way of thinking things, yes."

"How do you know they won't skim us?"

"Besides owing me major favors, I have ways of knowing how much they are selling and what prices they fix. If you are worried about the percentages they will take, ten percent altogether sounds reasonable without taking your cut of the profits and would make them feel content in their position."

Bane considered the idea and huffed in air, "I don't like how they'll be getting the credit," he pointed a thumb to himself, "with my product and work."

"I know what you mean…" Damask said, "But in due time, your accomplishments will be noted and rewarded. All we need to do is wait and that time will come."

Bane's demeanor changed after a minute or so of silent contemplation. "Alright," he said finally, "I'll bite."

Damask nodded. "There are two small matters I require from this point on. First, I need a small dedicated shipment to be supplied to a woman named Roulette and her fighting ring in Blüdhaven monthly; the details could be told later on."

"That uptight chica?" Bane asked with his head cocked to the side. "Alright, I see no problem with it."

"Next, I want another shipment to be occasionally sent to Intergang over in Metropolis."

Bane blinked multiple times, then bellowed laughter. "Intergang?" He asked after breaking from his laugh, "I think I heard of those fools before; why do you want to give some of my product to them?"

"I see potential in them," said Damask evenly.

"Eh eh, alright, I see no problem giving them some Venom then, Mister Damask."

"We have an accord then?"

Bane nodded. "I'll be a moron to say otherwise, Mister Damask."

I decided to change the length format of each chapter in this crossover since this story got a lot of approval.