Deathstroke and Bane

Things were tense at the Wayne Manor. With the appearance of Deathstroke in Gotham, Bruce had the rest of the bat family, on lookout at all times.

" Hey, Bruce. What are you doing?" Dick asked as he walked down into the Batcave. He came to check on, Bruce.

The man was spending more and more time in the dark cave every day, and Dick was beginning to worry about him. At least a little.

" I'm compiling my notes together. Zsaz hasn't made any moves in recent days. He must be waiting until his need to cut becomes too much." Bruce told the man.

" Are you sure we shouldn't be out searching? I mean how hard is it to find Zasz? Have Barbara run a facial recognition scan of the city, he's bound to be picked up somewhere." Dick told the man.

" What do you think I've been doing? Aside from where he dumped the body, Zasz has been doing a good job of hiding his face from cameras. I have him moving consistently between parts of the city. But the area is too large to narrow it down completely. I need him to slip up and show his face again so I can better triangulate his location. Until then, I have bat drones searching the city. "

" Ooookay. Sounds like you have it covered then." Dick muttered.

" I do." Bruce told the man.

" Well, then how about tonight we go on patrol together. It has been a while, you know, since Batman and the Original Robin, went out together."

Bruce ignored Dick and continued looking at his computer.

" Or not. Not's good too, I guess." Dick sighed and placed his head in his arms. " Sure, glad you came back to help, Dick. I really missed you and all that, yeah."

" You say something?" Bruce asked the man.

" No."

" I thought so." Bruce said with a slight grin on his face.

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" What is it, Mr. Luthor?" Mercy asked as the man known as Lex Luthor massaged his skull in frustration.

" My patience is wearing thin." Luthor grumbled. " How hard is it to kill one man? A Superman, I understand. But this is just ONE MAN!"

" Patience Mr. Luthor, Deathstroke has always delivered very exceptional results." Mercy told the man.

" Patience is something I have plenty of Mercy. But Deathstroke has never taken this long. And never has he gone to such lengths for one man. Since when does he have a code of honor? You would think a man who normally chooses to fight the teen titans wouldn't have a code of morality. I think it's time to take more dramatic actions. Get me my phone, Mercy."

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Santa Prisca

10:17, March 4th.

Bane had been on Santa Prisca for only a few days, and during that time, he had managed to get his supply of venom back from the local drug lords. But just as he was beginning to rebuild his empire, he was beset upon by three killers, all born and bred.

More dangerous together than he could ever hope to be, even with Venom.

So, he ran. Ran as fast as he could to try and outmaneuver his three hunters.

Unfortunately for Bane, a chase like this was a regular thing for this family of killers.

A single line of cable was fired from a small gun, that ended up wrapping around Bane's entire body, and in a moment, the giant crime boss was swept off of his feet.

" Agh! Okay! Okay! Enough! Enough! I surrender! You hear me?! I Surrender Slade!" Bane yelled.

" That's funny. You think you ever even had a choice?" Grant asked the man.

He, Rose, and Slade all suddenly appeared in front of Bane, each of them smiling down at the big man on the ground.

" What do you want, Slade? What have I done to warrant your attention?"

" I tried telling you in the beginning. But you didn't want to listen. I just want to talk to you." Deathstroke told the man.

" As if I am going to believe Deathstroke, the terminator, simply wants to talk." Bane exclaimed.

" You're right, to be afraid. I don't blame you. But surely a man as smart as you would have realized long ago, that if I wanted it, you would already be dead." Deathstroke told the man.

There was a brief moment of realization for Bane, as he knew that there was truth to Deathstroke's statement. At any point, Deathstroke could have ended him. But instead, he chose to restrain him. Why?

" What is your game, Slade? Why come after me? I have nothing to offer you. No money, no guns, I just got Venom back."

" All true. But how would you feel to have it all back?" Slade asked the man.

" I am no fool, Slade. You want something. You wouldn't even bring me an offer to help without wanting something. So, what is it?" Bane asked.

He wasn't about to be played for a fool by Deathstroke. He knew for a fact the man didn't show up just to put him back in charge. Even if he had been paid to do so, which was unlikely, it would always come with some kind of benefit. Some kind of favor being owed.

" Well, no one can say you're completely stupid. Okay, Bane. Let me get right to the point. We'll help you overthrow these new lords of Santa Prisca, on the condition that you provide a service for us."

" And what is this service?"

" Simple. With the proper resources, you once broke the Batman. I want you to do it again. What I am offering you is revenge on the Bat. How does that sound?" Slade asked the man.

" Ah Aha Ahahahahaha!" Bane started laughing, like a mad man. " Deathstroke, if you help me reclaim what is mine, then I will gladly break the bat for you."

" Excellent. Then we have a deal." Deathstroke stated. He pulled out a knife and cut the cable off of Bane, freeing him from his restraints." Let's get to work."

" Right. Let's get to work." Bane muttered. He started rubbing his wrists and smirked underneath his mask as he looked Deathstroke in the face.