Inside the cave, (Y/N) studied the carbon-fiber brace strapped to his good leg, pushing a button and moving his knee around.
Alfred entered and placed a thermos down. "You've got the wrong leg, sir."
"You start with the good limb so it learns your optimum muscle patterns," he explained as he moved the brace to his bad leg and sat up. "Now we tighten it up." (Y/N) pressed a button, and the brace shrunk tight onto his leg.
"Is it terribly painful?" Alfred asked.
(Y/N) gritted his teeth. "You're welcome to try, Alfred."
"Happy watching, thank you, sir."
The brace clicked and (Y/N) stood to his full height. "Not bad." He performed a roundhouse kick, knocking a brick from one of the nearby walls. "Not bad at all."
"Master (L/N), if you're considering going back out there you need to hear some rumors surrounding Bane."
"I'm all ears."
"There is a prison. In a more ancient part of the world. A pit. Where men are thrown to suffer and die. But sometimes, a man rises from the darkness. Sometimes... the pit sends something back."
"Bane."
"Born and raised in a hell on earth."
"Born in a prison?"
"No one knows why. Or how he escaped. But they know who trained him once he did. Ra's al Ghul. Your mentor. He plucked Bane from a dark corner of the earth and trained him in the blackest disciplines of combat, deception and endurance. Just like you, until they injected him with a modified variant of the super soldier serum that created your friend Captain Rogers."
"Bane was a member of the League of Shadows."
"Until he was excommunicated. And a man considered too extreme for Ra's al Ghul is not to be trifled with. "
"I didn't realize I was known for trifling with criminals."
"That was then. And you can strap up your leg and put the mask back on. But it won't make you what you were."
"Which was?"
"Someone whose anger at death made him value all life. Even his own."
"If this man is all the things you say he is, then this city needs me." (Y/N) made his way over to where the batsuit was waiting.
"Yes, this city needs (Y/N) (L/N). Your resources, your knowledge... not your body. Not your life. That time has passed."
"I tried helping as (Y/N) (L/N), Alfred. And I failed."
You can fail as (Y/N) (L/N). As Batman, you can't afford to."
"That's what you're afraid of - that if I go back out there, I'll fail."
"No. I'm afraid that you want to."
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The stock exchange was crowded, filled to the brim with people clamoring to buy and sell. Just outside the chaos, two traders were at a shoeshine stand, debating.
The one speaking was in a red suit. "You can't short the stock because (Y/N) (L/N) goes to a party-"
"(L/N) coming back is change," his friend in a navy suit muttered, checking his cell phone. "Change is either good or bad."
"On what basis?"
"I flipped a coin."
Inside the main room, another trader was sitting at a computer, looking through a bag of food he had been delivered. "No. Rye, I told 'em rye." he noticed something on the computer screen and brushed off the delivery man. "Alright, I'll take it."
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Not A Hero (MCU x Reader x Dark Knight Trilogy)
Fanfiction"Because some men aren't looking for anything logical. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn." (Y/N) (L/N) watched his parents die when he was just a boy. Now, years later, he becomes...
