Picture this:
It's your first day of your Astronomy class and you walk into this giant lecture hall and as you pass through the doorway you notice a very large yet strangely familiar figure standing in front of the chalkboard....
It's Bane.
You unfortunately catch his eyes and they glare at you with that ominous 'fuck your couch' ego when out of his condescending mouth rolls out: "So, you wish to know about the cosmos? Well, have a seat over there, then, you have my permission to learn"
Imagine Bane standing, smirking, with a yardstick covered in the tears of fallen freshmen, a suede suit jacket stained with the blood of broken dreams. All of this is complimented by one of those heavy wool hats you'd see an Irish dockworker or (for those that are uncivilized) Ben Foster in 'The Mechanic' and a pocket watch that only counts down.
Again with that amazing muffled accent: "I will show you where Rigel 7 has made its home, then, I will test you"
Since last month when I decided to have this scenario running through my mind instead of counting sheep running off a cliff, I cannot help but see it every time I start to day dream and start to giggle. This has forever ruined my thoughts of this supervillain
