Any chance we can get Batman being transformed into bane
Batman -> Bane
It was inevitable. The Fall of a genius scientist like Bane? And taken out so easily, it could have been confused as intentional, but that wouldn't make sense. Bruce however, he felt uneasy since Bane disappeared and it wasn't until he was prowling Gotham one night he stumbled upon a few of Bane's old brutes. Muscles swollen from Venom abuse and too much gym.
Swooping down in silence, he observed them hauling huge crates full of a new purple liquid, nothing like the radioactive green that Venom usually looked like. Bruce knew this had to be something new and the subtle creep of dread began as he considered the implications. Suddenly, a door being slammed returned him to his precarious situation. Spinning around he saw the two Brutes looking at him, leering to a man. Suddenly, one of them spoke with a voice like two stones being ground together; "This 'im then ye?" Then, the other one spoke with an even deeper timbre "No doubt." and with surprising agility for a man so large, he threw a canister which began to release a murky purple gas, filling the alleyway.
It was all Bruce could have done to not breathe in the noxious gas, but as one of the Brutes charged forwards, he felt all the air leave his lungs as a huge fist met his stomach.
Struggling and gasping for what little air there was left, Bruce pulled out his grappling hook, quickly finding purchase with it and swinging away. It was then his body felt like it was on fire; every muscle, every fibre of his being felt like it was overheating, like he would melt at any moment. He crashed into the floor, unable to bare the pain of holding onto the grappling hook any longer. The Thugs grinned malevolently, watching greedily.
As Bruce panted, he felt his body swell against his armour, pushing out painfully against the suit causing tears in the weaker parts. Immediately he recognised the effects, it must have been a strain of Venom. But it didn't make any sense. Venom was always injected, never airborne like this.
He struggled, his suit meant to protect him was slowly choking him as his body packed on pound after pound of muscle in seconds. Rips and tears appeared across his body as his biceps grew larger than his head, as his quads grew to tree trunks, his chest jutted forwards, more a shelf of muscle now. A sharp pain filled his legs and hands as his feet became trapped in shoes several sizes too small for him and his gloves constricted the growing callouses and strength of hands that looked like they belonged to a seasoned bodybuilder. Seeing how fast the changes progressed, fear progressed to panic, yet his brain was becoming fuzzier by the second. "The venom... it's in my head...!" was the most he could spit out as his neck swelled. It was then that relief began to flow through him. The strangest sight as where the gas had concentrated around his armour, seemed to dissolve into mist. Freedom like he had never felt before rushed through his body, unrestrained by his puny armour, he could be free. Then a chill ran down his bulging spine. He shouldn't be feeling like this. He should be afraid of what's happening, of losing his armour, but all he could feel was a thrill disconnected to what was going on around him.
That strange mist continued to flow around him, and as if on some hidden command, began to reform and reshape. Shoes became combat boots the size of boats, the sturdy armour became a spandex suit, skin-tight as if to show off as much muscle as possible and his cowl slowly changing into a hood. He knew what was happening, what had to be happening as he couldn't help but grin manically. It was all a trap meant for him, so he could be the next Bane, take his place and run his empire, blessed with the muscle and power only Bane had. With the last ounces of Bruce left in him, he struggled, a deep reverbing voice choking out "The power... must resist... the power...", and yet, as he gazed upon himself and heard his new voice, his resistance disappeared into the purple fog as his mind broke.
The Thugs watched as Batman went limp, all the strength disappearing in a moment before standing to his new, full height, taking a deep, steady breath. Immediately they knew what had happened, just as the Boss had told them. Batman had just be overwritten, and Bane was back.
What was Batman looked at the both of them and spoke in a deep, steady voice with all the intelligence of Bane; "At last, the Dark Knight is gone and Bane returns!" ---- Thank you all for 1,000 followers. I really couldn't have done it without your requests and enthusiasm. I hope you enjoyed this story. I had to do this one for the 1k special since the Absolute Comic-line seems to be planting this idea as a potential plot point but probably won't really let it happen like we all wish it would.
