Bane washed a car shirtless in the summer heat with sweat glistening on his muscular chest. Sitting in the driver's seat enjoying the view was none other than Batman. Much to his delight, Bane leaned over the hood of the car, his massive biceps flexing and releasing with every stroke of the wet sponge. Batman looked on as soap suds slipped down Bane's rock hard body, and soaked into the lining of his now moist tactical cargo pants. The hulk of a man shifted his gaze to Batman, and winked at him sensually through the windshield.
"Nnngg.. I can't take much more of this..." at this point Batman was ready to pounce at his target, he thought, "I paid him to wash my car, but I wonder what else he would be willing to do... for a quick buck?" Bane secretly knew of Batman's true identity. He was Mister Wayne, a very wealthy man, and if Bane played his cards right, he could snag Wayne as his sugar daddy and use the cash to get himself out of this small town and be what he always dreamed of: an international terrorist. He had the body, the smarts, the attitude. He had it all, all except for the money.
And money talks. This was something that Batman knew as well. That is why he was bold enough to crack open the passenger side door of his jet black Lamborghini and motion for Bane to come closer. Bane's heart leapt when he saw the Bat's finger extend and hook just outside of the car door, beckoning him and his solid thighs to make their way to the billionaire. He was much taller than the lambo, so he needed to squat down, placing his elbows on his swollen quadriceps and his face level to Batman's, who reached in his pocket and flashed a benjamin. Batman whispered in Bane's ear using a voice as seductive as he could muster while maintaining his disguise, "You will blow me, and when i have finished, then you have my permission to wash the car"
