Starting off with my first idea, a little (BIG) Bane drabble because damn, if that isnāt just the best thing everā¦
Anon who originally asked for Bane (and Killer Croc, which has another request Iāll be doing after this!), I hope you like this as much as I did writing it because god damn šššš
With great power came great responsibility or something like that. It was the catchphrase for the big fancy superheroes flying high in the sky and them alone, because down here in the dirt and dark, Bane didnāt play like that.
To Bane, great power was just great power. It was a tool. It was an asset. It was an advantage⦠and damn, it was addictive.
He could still feel the adrenaline pulsing through his veins as he sat his ass back down onto his old, beat up couch with a big sigh before dropping the boatload of goodies held in his arms all over the small, small spaces in between his massive self and the armrests on either side of him. His stomach rumbled nearly as loudly as him as he grunted and groaned his way through making himself comfortable on the couchās dented cushions.
His weight settled into the grooves that he had begun to leave behind once he had found the best spot, and the back on the couch sunk under the arm he slung over it as he reached across his lap with his free hand and rummaged through the pile of snacks heād managed to snag after his latest run (or walk, more like) through town.
Damn, his old man and forgotten henchman would have had a fucking fit if they saw him right now. His big old pot belly all but spilled out onto his lap, forcing his thighs apart in a dramatic man spread just to make room for the extra weight hanging off of his gut. His massive chestāpreviously built like an iron wall of muscle and holding up as hard as a rock under the force and pressure of thousands of fists that had attempted and failed to punch through him beforeāhad softened all over under the weight of empty calories and cheap, shitty fast food.
It made quite the sight, his new soft, fat physique, but damn, if he didnāt love the new changes. The serum had changed him in recent months, and in Baneās opinion, it had changed him for the better.
He was still big, of course, though nowhere near the walking, talking impenetrable fortress he used to be. If anything, he was practically the opposite nowāall fat and just enough muscle to help him bust down walls and shove his fists through glass windows to get to the snacks he so desperately wanted inside.
Chinese takeout, cheap city pizza, pop-up food stands and the best all-you-can-eat buffets around⦠you name it, and Bane had become obsessed with it. Gotham wasnāt just facing an all new era of crime anymore; it was practically facing a food crisis on top of the disaster Bane left in his wake, and it all pointed straight back to him every time.
Him, the living muscle machine. Him, one of the best and strongest monsters around. Him, the death of the streets and Batmanās worst nightmare.
He wasnāt into petty crime or usurping his unnatural strength on the city of Gotham anymore. Now, he had found something else to devote his time and attention to⦠and god, if he wasnāt absolutely disappointed in the fact that he hadnāt moved onto it sooner.
The couch creaked under his weight as he leaned back, its cushions sinking even further into a straining frame that only had a few more days left to spend trapped under him as he stuffed himself full before it gave out completely. Bane gave no attention to the pitiful sounds as he propped the first bag of snacks heād snagged from the corner store onto his belly and tore it open with a giddy grumble of laughter and glee.
āOh yeah, there we go,ā he mumbled as he shoved his hand inside and grabbed out a fistful of chips, the corners of the bag tearing along the sides as he pulled himself free. āItās been a damn shame seeing you off of the shelves. About time I got to make up for the bags I never got to eatā¦ā
Baneās words trailed off as he shoveled the entire handful into his mouth. He moaned aloud as he chewed, his dusty hand already snaking its way back into the bag and tearing the edges even further as he rummaged around for the biggest fistful he could get in one go.
He had gathered enough food on his quick dash through town to feed an entire family of four for the day, but he knew that by the time he was finished with this, he would still be hungry for more. His appetite was endless, his inhuman strength seemingly turned into a bottomless hunger that left him growing bigger and fatter with every new night he spent lounging on the couch and shoveling his face full of whatever he could find. It was, however, the best start to his villain legacy, as far as he was concerned.
The more he ate, the bigger he got. The bigger he got, the hungrier he became. It was a constant vicious cycle that had taken hold of him, and so far, Bane was more than happy to give in.
He patted the curve of his swollen belly after the last of his bag of chips had been devoured with a big, smug smile spread across his face. This was the life for him now, he realized, and it was a damn good one to live. With his reputation established and the fear he already instilled into the city, there was no one to stop him from getting bigger and biggerā¦
ā¦and boy, he was just about there already.








