hospital room

[onapalehorse]

They keep him under lock and key, guarded by several officers at all times, shackled to the hospital bed and pumped full of what feels like horse tranquilizers.

He bides his time. Ignores their questions. Waits.

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[onapalehorse]

He pushes him in that direction, with a nod. All right.

He hopes he has a large trunk.

[perplexing]

He doesn't- it's a pretty standard sedan though, so it's an alright size- probably big enough, with a few adjustments and sacrifices of comfort.

Namely, the change of clothes and the box of papers need to be moved to the front seat. Edward doesn't much care- he's got a gun in the glove compartment he's thinking about.

[onapalehorse]

Bane pops the trunk, and slides into it, folding into an impressively small space for a man of his size.

"Drive fast."

[perplexing]

"Sure thing."

Not fast enough to get pulled over, of course. Edward flashes his ID and his press badge at the guards, before moving away. It's only a matter of time before they sound the alarm- he wants to be as far away from the complex as possible.

[onapalehorse]

By the time they hit the main roads, the pain is catching up with Bane. His eyes close, he subsides into the movement of the car, and breathes heavily through the mask.

[perplexing]

He doesn't quite know where to bring him, and he know he can't take him home- so Edward takes a hard left, moves onto the highway, and heads toward the industrial part of downtown.

[onapalehorse]

"The warehouses?"

Bane asks, voice echoing out of the back. He knows the city like the palm of his hand.

[perplexing]

"Thought it was adequate."

The car rolls to a stop and he takes the gun from the glove compartment, tucking it inside of his waistband.

"Where are you going from here?"

[onapalehorse]

"I'll charter a small plane."

By which he means 'steal,'

"And then hop the border. From out of the country, there are ways back to places with less stringent security."

[perplexing]

"And I suppose you're doing this all by yourself?"

Circling around, setting his hands on top of the trunk.

[onapalehorse]

"Do you expect to be brought along?"

Bane is supremely unconvinced.

[perplexing]

"No, I'm going to watch you get around looking like that with nobody to do your grocery shopping."

[onapalehorse]

"Think carefully. This would mean burning down your old identity."

He tells him, eyebrows lifting.

"Are you truly prepared to say goodbye to your life as it was? For good?"

[perplexing]

"Old identities, new identities..."

He shrugs, opening the trunk.

"I made fifteen million dollars during your siege on Gotham. Since then, I've made contacts, I've started asking questions. Trust me, this is exactly part of my plan."

[onapalehorse]

"Enlighten me as to the rest."

This is not a request.

[perplexing]

"That's the question, isn't it?"

He shrugs.

"It's jumbled- complicated. Mostly, I want to see where you go. It's curiosity. I'd be glad to help you, for now."

[onapalehorse]

"You may not be allowed to see as much as you wish. Will you be a problem?"

Head tilting, bluntly.

[perplexing]

"I see more than anyone gives me credit for."

He frowns, rocking back and forth on his heels.

"But no- it won't be a problem at all."