<div align="center"><strong>Gotham City, Gotham Bay<br/>Blackgate Penitentiary<br/>March 23, 2016<br/>0330 (3:30 AM)</strong></div><br/><div align="center">(http://www.comicbookbrain.com/_imagery/2013-04-03/batman-blackgate-penitentiary-andy-kubert.jpg)(http://static1.comicvine.com/uploads/original/7/74863/1439589-blackgate_02.jpg)</div><br/>Prison guards patrolled the various catwalks and platforms that segmented the hexagonal interior. Wearing their blue and black uniforms, they walked under the shower of curses, screams, and tongue-lashings that might have frightened any rookie on his first day. It wasn’t easy being a guard here, knowing that your only protection were the steel bars that kept thugs as well as monsters from wanting to wring your neck. They would memorize your face and threaten every day, “When I escape I’m gonna find your family and wring’em up good!” It was always best to ignore them and not to feed into their threats. It was always best to pretend that they weren’t even there. It hadn’t been just a hell for the criminals, it was a hell for the guards.<br/><br/>The howls, shouts, and screams resonated and swirled in the center of the prison like a whirlpool of cacophony and chaos—the type you’d find in a middle school cafeteria. Bars were banged, clanged, and battered, and some thugs were singing just to hear their own voice.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">BANG!</span></span><br/><br/>It happened in an instant. Giant slabs of concrete, glass, and debris rained from the ceiling, imploding in on itself. A few startled prison guards had backed too close to the prison doors of the inmates and found their throats snagged behind a muscular arm and broken.<br/><br/>“WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED!?” an inmate shouted.<br/><br/>“WHAT’S GOIN’ ON? A BREAK OUT?” another inmate yelled.<br/><br/>“FUCK YEAH! I’M GETTIN’ THE FUCK OUTTA OF THIS HELLHOLE!”<br/><br/>“HOLY SHIT! LOOK! ITS SUPERMAN!”<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/11112/111122896/4312725-superman-dc-comics-superman-comic-book-super-hero-superhero-anger-power-anger.jpg)</div>Dust continued to pour in waterfalls and crumbs clattered onto the floor and pinged off the catwalks. His red cape swirled and flapped against his toned thighs as he levitated within the center of the prison. His eyes were crimson and burning beneath a stern scowl as the Man of Steel scanned each of the cells.<br/><br/>The inmates were surprisingly quiet, more interested in why Superman was even there? Had he been the one to destroy the roof? They watched him turn as he inspected each of the cells with his X-ray vision, and when he found who he wanted, his body smudged into a blue blur that swiftly descended to the floor-level, striking it with enough impact to upturn two slabs of concrete beneath his booted feet. The loud bang again startled the thugs, and it was then that they realized that it had been him. Superman had destroyed Blackgate!<br/><br/>With his fists clenched in purpose, he approached the cell that had captured his interest and grasped the metal bars within his hand before effortlessly ripping the steel door free. The door warped in his tightening grip, curling upon itself before Superman tossed it aside with a clatter. Chained, bolted, and butt-ass naked was a villain of Hispanic origin with a brown spaded-Mohawk shaved into his head.<br/><br/>Bane’s brown eyes were wide and lips tense in stupefaction. What was going on? Why was Superman here?<br/><br/>“I heard them screaming ‘Superman,’ but I didn’t think it was true.” He then smirked as his dark brows sank down the center of his face. “Welcome to<em>mi casa</em>Superman. Be sure to wipe your feet before you come in. If I had known you were coming, then I would have put on something much more appropriate.”<br/><br/>Bane laughed, his chains rattling, and he felt their resistance from the slightest budge of his muscles. Shit, his big beefy dick probably had a cuff on it—it was a monster to some. The grin that had been on his face nervously fled behind his lips as Superman silently walked over to stand barely a foot before him. Bane, hunched over by the weight of his shackles, gazed up at Superman and into his gleaming-red eyes. The only time he had ever seen his eyes glow like that was when he was planning to use his heat ray. Scowling, the threatened inmate wasn’t about to show even a wrinkle of fear before The Cape.<br/><br/>“You wanna melt my face off<em>pendejo</em>, then do it!” Bane growled.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/square_small/6/69462/4641049-baneofarkh.jpg)</div>Red beams shot from Superman’s eyes, causing Bane to flinch as the lasers danced about him. His eyes were clenched tight until he felt the heavy irons of his captivity slide from his shoulders, arms, back, and thighs to clank upon the floor at his feet. Bane blinked and resting his hands upon his knees, he bore his teeth as a bestial groan rolled from his teeth. Raising his shoulders, he slowly arched his back as his spine resounded with various pops. His whole body emitted disturbing snaps, crackles, and pops as he straightened to his 6’8” 350 lbs form (and he weighed that much even without his special steroids).<br/><br/>“Uuughh!” Bane groaned in relief, stretching his massive arms above his head before he brought his large hands to his face. Grasping a hold of it, he snapped his head left and right. Pop! Pop! Man, was he feeling like a million bucks. Grinning pleasurably now that he was able to shed all that iron, Bane chuckled as he gazed upon Superman. It was so strange but he was actually starting to look like a hero to him. “I don’t know what’s gottin’ into you, but I’m not gonna complain.”<br/><br/>From behind his cape, Superman presented Bane with his gear neatly folded. Bane gratefully took his clothes from Superman.<br/><br/>“Heh, I guess Christmas came early this year.”<br/><br/>Once the package was delivered, Superman was gone. Bane was bombarded by a blast of wind from his swift exit, and for a moment he stood there wondering if it had all been a dream. Maybe he was meditating right now.<br/><br/>The Blackgate alarms began to crow and the prison became bathed in a red light—a foreshadow of blood. Bane laughed from behind a wicked grin as he dropped his things to begin to quickly dress himself. The next time he stood, he stalked out into the center of the Blackgate prison, the light of the moon shining upon him like a spotlight from the ruptured and gaping ceiling. Bane stretched out his arms and took a deep appreciative breath of the cool air that had rushed in to caress him.<br/><br/>“It’s good to be back.”<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Other Blackgate Prisoners who Bane has released</span>:</strong><br/>Clay Face (Basil Karlo)<br/>Two-Face<br/><br/><strong>Written by "TheBlackThorne"</strong>