BaneCroc and SladeBruce Short: Fake Ending (Based on Announced Movie)
Deathstroke and Bane had made it through fire and brimstone. The war won. They treaded to Gotham City with plenty of fresh wounds and blood on their clothing. Slade couldn't wait to go on vacation after this and Bane wanted to reunite with his crew of mercenaries. As much as Slade hated Gotham, it felt good to be in the city right now.
"I can't thank you enough for helping me as annoying as your rambling sometimes is."
Bane smiled, "You aren't a bad partner yourself, Wilson. We'll stop by a hideout I know well over here. By the way, do you have anyone waiting for you?"
"Well, no, but I was thinking about checking up on an old enemy of mine. We haven't fought in some time. He is one of the best."
"Enemy, huh? Not someone you might like, is it?"
"Nononono...I...he has kids. I tend to keep my distance because they, uh, hate my guts. I don't think it would work out. What about you? Anyone special you've missed?"
Bane nodded as they passed a damaged car in the slums not worried about getting jumped. The few people on the street ahead wisely ducked out leaving them peacefully to enjoy the night. He laughed a little to himself.
"Ironically, I have an enemy of my own I think I've taken for granted. I've thought about taking a few steps towards a permanent merger of our assets. He's one of the few people who really understands me, you know? And he challenges me. I always admire strength."
Deathstroke chuckled, "In more ways than one I can imagine."
Bane glared at him somewhat amused but neutral expression-wise. "I am the victor between us and he knows not to overstep unless he wants to get-"
"Is this it?"
Both men stopped short of the building with a familiar logo. Bird's insignia. Bane opened the door to the warehouse and immediately signaled to Deathstroke as they heard voices further in. They kept on guard until they got close enough to identify the individuals. Instead of Bane's crew, it was two people they both didn't expect.
Killer Croc and Batman sat in the middle on the rug next to the fireplace with the former laying on his front on the stolen pillows from the mattresses of the missing crew bundled up for his comfort. His smile on his snout was pleased at whatever Batman had said while his tail calmly slid back and forth over the surface. Bruce had his mask off with a genuine smile neither Slade nor Bane had ever seen before. He sat cross-legged and leaning back on his hands.
Both their enemies had their backs turned to them until Croc seemed to catch their scents. When Croc and Bruce looked at the two who just came in, they looked so innocent with their calm demeanors, light smiles, and, dare the two admit, quite appealing by firelight.
Waylon said smugly, "I thought I heard you boys were back in town. I was about to say it's been quite lonely without my rival. Ain't that right, Bats?"
In Batman fashion, Bruce continued, "You are late by my projections. I hope your performance out there doesn't reflect in our encounters in the future."
Deathstroke and Bane were silent for a moment. The former had to take off his helmet to address the small nosebleed he was starting to get...from his injuries of course...and the latter shifted stiffly trying to resist the urge to go for it.
Then Deathstroke said, "You know what, fuck it. We deserve this."
Bane smirked, "And in that, we can truly agree for once."
