<div align="center"><strong>Gotham City, Gotham Bay<br/>Blackgate Penitentiary<br/>March 23, 2016<br/>0430 (4:30 AM)</strong></div><br/><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/5/51/BlackgateMapTransPNG.png/800px-BlackgateMapTransPNG.png)</div><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://ci.memecdn.com/134/5305134.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Bane<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Bane<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>March 23, 2016 0430<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Security Surveillance Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Green Arrow, Open<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Important Content:</strong>Bane Escaping<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>N/A<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>There was a haze about Bane, like a glass wall separating him from his thoughts.   It had started to happen the moment he left the security office.  He staggered a bit against the wall of the corridor.  He got to his feet and then stumbled again to his knees.  That plane of glass was no longer clear in his mind was becoming thicker, less clear.  Rational thought was leaving Bane, and that caused his eyes to go wide.  His men, Two Face, it explained every thing.   It was the only rational...<br/><br/>Bane could not complete that thought.  No, there was only emotion now.  Rage, anger, uncontrollable, a blood lust that needed to be sated.  He got to his feet and pressed the device on his left wrist.  Green fluid, venom, the super steroid that fed right into Bane's central nervous system started to course through him.  Muscle started to bulge and grow upon his frame.  Bane himself became taller as his body absorbed the additional muscle mass.  He growled a sound of pure animistic rge that reverberated in the hallway.   He lashed out with one of his hand, denting the security wall of reinforced steel with a titanium core.  Then he slowly started down the hallway.  Kill.  That was all that was all in his mind now.<br/><br/>Kill...<br/><br/>KILL!!!<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.dadsbigplan.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/batman-and-two-face-new-52-26-two-face.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Harvey Dent<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Two-Face<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>March 23, 2016 0430<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Two-Face Cell Block, Second Floor Catwalk<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Black Canary, Clayface<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Important Content:</strong>COIN<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Two-Face let his one good eye that was still capable of expression go wide.   She was moving and that idiot Karlo had jumped the gun.  He was supposed to wait till it was the cape's time to die to reveal himself, not here at the start of his game!  He could not even bring his weapon up because doing so would mean he would have to abandon his coin.  He could not do that.   Two-Face looked about and saw the bright and tarnished bit of silver was tumbling end over end in the air.  There!  It was right there.   He had to know, he<em><strong>needed</strong></em>to know what the coin decided.  Nothing else mattered at that moment.  Even the fact that Black Canary and Clayface where there and sparked Harvey's rage was unimportant.  Only the coin.<br/><br/>Then Canary released her cry against Clayface.<br/><br/>Two-face had a involuntary reaction to the sheer intensity of the audio feedback assaulting his ears.  The automatic rifle dropped to the ground, his hands pressed against his ears and he fell to his knees.   He even doubled over and wretched, fouls smelling vomit adding to the stench of the prison as the sonic waves deflected by Clayface penetrated Two-Face's body and assaulted his internal organs.  If he had been hit right off, he likely would be critically wounded or worse.  Since Clayface took the brunt of the blast, none of his organs ruptured, it did not cause internal bleeding.<br/><br/>It did not feel good however, in fact it felt damned awful, which was why Two-Face was on his knees, vomiting up everything that was inside him.   It was only on the second wave of nausea that Two-Face began to think with any sort of coherency and reason.  His coin!  Where in the fuck was his coin.   A panicked look crossed the part of his face that still had muscle control and his head darted back and forth as he scrambled about on his hands and knees.   His coin!  He had to have his coin!   Nothing else mattered now but his coin!