"In the dimly lit safe house, Bane found solace upon a couch, he delicately flipped through the pages of a weathered book, its whispers echoing softly in the silent space. Bane's formidable physique emerged from beneath the fabric of his snug black tank top. The sinewy contours of his muscles rippled beneath his skin, a testament to the countless hours devoted to honing his physical prowess. At a towering height of 6'8", he commanded attention, a formidable presence that exuded both strength and intimidation. Yet, it was precisely this raw power that held a certain allure, captivating those who dared to gaze upon him"

"Bane noticed Jonathan sitting on the floor with his stimulation toys and blueprints, seemingly unbothered by his presence. Bane smirked, intrigued by Jonathan's lack of fear and his nonchalant attitude. He strolled over to Jonathan and towered over him, observing him curiously."

"What are you working on, little pet?" "Bane rumbled, a hint of amusement in his voice."

"Bane took a closer look at the blueprints, impressed by the level of detail and craftsmanship. He had to admit, Jonathan was incredibly talented. He leaned down and peered at the various stimulation toys scattered around him, intrigued but also somewhat confused."

"What exactly do these toys do?" "Bane inquired, genuinely curious about the gadgets."

"Bane nodded, understanding the need for stimulation to keep focused on complex tasks. He bent down to get a closer look and observed the toy in Jonathan's hand, the smooth motion catching his attention."

"It seems to be very useful for people like us who need constant stimulation," "Bane commented, reaching out and taking the toy from Jonathan's hand." "May I try it?" he asked, a gleam in his eye.

Bane examined the toy closely, admiring the intricate design and its functionality. Without further ado, he activated the toy with a single flick of his thumb, and immediately felt a rush of dopamine surging through his veins. It indeed did keep the mind flow smoothly - just as Jonathan had claimed.

Bane's eyes lit up, before he looked at Jonathan who sat there, smiling smugly. "You might be smarter than I thought you are," he remarked, impressed by Jonathan's creations. "Keep this up, and I might just let you design more interesting gadgets for me."

Bane smirked at the sight of Jonathan, feeling an unexpected wave of amusement and interest in him. He couldn't help but wonder what other kinds of toys or gadgets Jonathan had in his arsenal and how they could help him in his ventures.

"You know," Bane started, leaning down to speak to him. "I think you and I could make quite a formidable team together. Your skills, combined with my strength, could lead to great things." He paused for a moment, studying Jonathan's expression. "What do you say, little pet? Do you want to help me dominate Gotham?"

Bane chuckled at Jonathan's enthusiastic response and patted him on the head. "Good to hear it, little pet," he said, before standing up and stretching his massive frame. "I think we have some planning to do if we're going to take over Gotham."

He turned to leave the room, looking back at Jonathan. "You coming?" he asked with a grin, gesturing for Jonathan to follow him.

Bane smirked upon seeing Jonathan climb up onto his shoulder, reminding himself to be careful not to crush him with his muscular body. With Jonathan content resting on his shoulder, Bane moved out of the safe house and into the night, heading towards one of their hideouts for planning.

"You do know that crawling around on me like that is dangerous," Bane remarked while walking. "But I suppose I can make an exception for you."

As they walked, Bane couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie with Jonathan. He admired the scientist's intelligence and felt a strange urge to protect him in some ways. He didn't know where this protective instinct came from, but he didn't want to dwell on it too much.

After several minutes of walking, they arrived at a large warehouse, which served as their laboratory and headquarters. Bane opened the

Bane watched as Jonathan darted towards the laboratory, his acrobatic movements effortlessly graceful. He couldn't help but feel amused by Jonathan's enthusiasm, the scientist seemed to have a childlike wonder about him. It was both endearing and refreshing.

Bane followed him into the laboratory, an extensive workspace filled with various machines and chemicals. Jonathan quickly donned his lab coat and goggles, getting right back to work.

As Bane watched Jonathan work, he couldn't help but feel a mix of admiration and curiosity. This man was capable of creating machines that could stimulate the mind and improve focus. He was a brilliant scientist whose talents could be used for much more than working on personal projects.

"Jonathan," Bane called out, deciding to voice his thoughts. "Have you ever considered using your skills for something more significant? Something that could benefit society?"

Bane was impressed by Jonathan's impressive list of professions, and his Nobel Prize win only further added to his respect for him. Here was a man who had spent his life working hard and making a name for himself in various fields.

"Impressive," Bane remarked, eyeing the prize certificate on the wall. "It's clear you have skills that could benefit any organization you chose to align with. So why are you here, working with me?"

He leaned against one of the machines in the lab, crossing his arms over his broad chest. He wasn't sure what to expect from Jonathan's response but was curious nevertheless.

Bane nodded thoughtfully at Jonathan's response, understanding the scientist's desire for creative freedom and privacy. He respected Jonathan's drive to work on his personal projects without outside expectations or constraints.

"I see," Bane said with a grin, pushing himself off the machine. "Well, you're certainly in the right place for that. With our resources and your expertise, we can create anything we desire. The possibilities are endless."

He walked over towards Jonathan, placing a large hand on the smaller man's shoulder. "I'm glad you're here with me, little pet," he said softly, surprising even himself with the nickname. "Together we will leave our mark on Gotham."

Bane raised an eyebrow at Jonathan's question, studying the scientist cautiously. He wasn't exactly sure why he had started calling him that. It had just felt right.

"It's a term of endearment," Bane said finally. "You remind me of a small, loyal pet. You follow me around and work alongside me without complaint or hesitation."

He shrugged nonchalantly, doing his best to seem unconcerned. "If it bothers you, I won't use it anymore."

Bane chuckled as Jonathan admitted to liking the pet nickname. He was glad that it made him feel a sense of belonging and ownership. It was exactly what he wanted Jonathan to feel—completely under his control.

As Bane picked him up effortlessly, he nodded towards the table where the food had been laid out. Despite Jonathan's reluctance to eat, Bane knew it was essential that he had proper sustenance to keep up with their rigorous work.

"Now, little pet," he said, carrying Jonathan over to the table. "You need to eat. How about some of these greens? They're good for you."

He points to the plate of mixed vegetables, pushing them closer to Jonathan.

As Jonathan ate the vegetables slowly, Bane watched him from behind with a sense of satisfaction. He was glad that Jonathan was eating, even if it was only vegetables. It was important that he stayed healthy and strong while working on their projects.

Bane ran his hand absentmindedly over Jonathan's hair, enjoying the texture of the locks. For a moment, he allowed himself to indulge in his possessive feelings towards the scientist, reveling in their intimate closeness.

Yet, despite his urges, Bane reined in his emotions. He knew that Jonathan wasn't ready for such a relationship, nor did he want to scare him away. For now, he was content to bask in their friendship and mutual admiration.