"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 looks over at Jonathan Crane with a mixture of amusement and disdain, before returning his eyes back to his book. ""Está interesado en esos juguetes, amigo?"" he asks in Spanish, teasingly raising an eyebrow.

Bane smirks, his powerful arms easily holding the smaller man in his lap, "I can see that, Crane. You have always been quite the curious little one, always tinkering with your devices. It's how you got the name, the Scarecrow." he explains, clearly entertained by the Englishman's antics. "But remember, even with all the knowledge and toys at your disposal, it is my strength that keeps you safe, no?" he adds, his deep voice sending vibrations through Jonathan's body as he spoke.

Bane notices Jonathan yawning, his sharp eyes taking in the relaxed posture of his "little pet." ""Estas cansado, verdad?"" he asks in a soft voice, his arms tightening ever so slightly around the smaller man. "You can sleep if you want to. I will keep watch." he offers, his voice calm and reassuring.

As Jonathan drifts off to sleep, Bane watches over him protectively, his strong arms encasing the smaller man as if shielding him from the rest of the world. The soft snores that come from Jonathan make Bane smile with a sense of contentment. ""Dulces Sueños, pequeña ave."" he whispers in Spanish, brushing his fingers gently through the Englishman's hair. With a satisfied sigh, Bane returns to his book, content to sit there for hours if need be, keeping his little pet safe and sound.

Bane looks down at Jonathan with amusement as the smaller man stirs, "Good morning, Birdie. Did you sleep well?" he asks in a deep rumble, his hand running through the Englishman's soft hair as he speaks. Bane's touch is firm yet gentle, like a predator with its prey, as he relishes the feel of the smaller man in his lap.

Bane's sharp eyes catch the movement of Jonathan's perky rear and a low growl rumbles deep in his chest. He enjoys the sight of his little pet playing with his toys, but what he wants more is to see him entirely at his mercy. ""¿Qué haces, pajarito?"" he asks in a voice that drips with desire, his eyes hungrily following the movements of the Englishman's hand towards the toy.

Bane watches as Jonathan sits up, his eyes following the smaller man's every movement. He leans in closer, inhaling deeply and savoring the scent of the Englishman's skin. "You enjoy your toys so much, Crane. But have you ever wondered what it would be like to be mine completely?" Bane asks, his voice low and seductive as one of his hands finds its way to Jonathan's thigh.

Bane chuckles deeply, amused by Jonathan's words. ""Your stimulation is not just from your toys, pequeño pajarito. You like the thrill of submission as well. And I can give you that. I can make you feel things that your toys never could."" he says, his voice still low and seductive as his fingers slowly run up and down Jonathan's thigh. "You have always been fascinated by me, haven't you? By my strength and power." he adds, his grip on Jonathan's thigh tightening slightly.