#banexjohn

John’s not sure about this new guy at Wayne Enterprises. Bane. He has just one name like Prince or Madonna. It’s so pretentious.

And he wears this ridiculous mask. It should look hideous but John can’t stop staring at it. Why does Bane wear it? John’s checked Instagram. Face masks aren’t trending in #streetstyle or #ootd.

John’s frustrated about this mysterious man. Bane oozes self confidence. Possibly because he’s Wayne Enterprises top product manager after only a few months. When Bane motivates his team, they meet and beat all their projected numbers and goals. But probably the confidence comes from being able to benchpress a car without breaking a sweat.

Bane sits by himself at lunch sipping mysterious beverages out of a non-labelled can. Maybe it was a reusable can. Of course, Bane would be eco-conscious! God, the gall of this new guy.

John stomps over to Bane, furious, yet unsure what the hell he was doing or what he would say once he stood in front of Bane.

John and Bane met at a club down in the Narrows. John couldn’t stop staring at the masked man. How could you miss the massive muscled man staring you down in the club?

But John was intrigued. He’d heard stories about Bane. He was one of the top guys running the League of Shadows. Everyone knew the League of Shadows ran Gotham’s underground although no one really knew how they had become the top gang considering Harley Quinn and the Joker were still causing havoc and mayhem.

Could John really date Bane? How did one date the head of a criminal organization that was secretive and deadly plus... Bane was a masked killer. Could they really go on coffee dates? 

(Plus, would Barsad accept John?)

John is waiting for his friend on campus before heading to his next lecture. Selina nudges him. 

“See that guy over there... he’s watching you,” Selina smiled slyly at John. 

“Who’s looking at me?” asked John unconvinced. Seriously, there was a lack of bad boys on campus. John was tired of all the frat boys who wanted a quick shag in the washroom but weren’t ready to come out of the closet or the lacklustre guys he’d been meeting on campus so far.

John looked over at the library staircase. Who was that guy? He was huge! Ripped! And he was staring. John couldn’t look away.