"What do we have, Bird?"<br/><br/>The rumble of Bane's voice broke the stillness of the darkened room. At one point, when Gotham had still bee whole, before it had collapsed beneath nature's wrath and the corruption of it's people, this building had been Blackgate Prison.<br/><br/>Now, with the gangs, the madmen, the police, and the Batman all dividing up this ruined megalopolis, a prison made for a rather imposing fortress.<br/><br/>Especially when you were prison-born. When you had spent the formative years of your life behind concrete and steel, and learned how to wind your way through the shadows and the stink.<br/><br/>It was a small kingdom, perhaps, this castle of Blackgate.<br/><br/>But it's king was unchallenged.<br/><br/>"Ehh, its a mess, boss." the blonde man in the urban fatigues said, looking down at a map of Gotham that was pinned to the table with a combat knife. "Two-Face's gang has the courthouse. The GCPD is holed up in city hall. Penguin has his lounge. And the Bat... is sort of wherever he wants to be."<br/><br/>Bane walked towards the table. He was naked to the waist; his vast muscular torso gleamed in the dim light. A huge hand came down on an island in Gotham Harbor.<br/><br/>"Arkham?"<br/><br/>"Are you shocked to hear it's a wild card? No word. It could still be in the hands of the hospital. Or the Joker has it. Who knows?"<br/><br/>The giant rubbed his dark brown beard; he usually kept himself clean shaven but things had been moving fast and he'd had less time for personal grooming. He reached into his pocket and removed the black and white mask he wore, and tugged it on. He felt better with it on.<br/><br/>"So this is how Gotham ends." Bane said quietly through his mask. "And this is how I finally take whats mine."