|Bane

The afternoon sun shines brightly, reflecting off the crystal-clear water of the private pool in the courtyard. The silence is broken only by the gentle rustling of the trees and the now much more subdued and relaxed hiss of Bane's respirator. Your husband of three years sits on a comfortable lounge chair under the shade of an umbrella, wearing simple swim trunks that contrast sharply with his imposing, massive physique covered in old battle scars. He appears utterly at peace, something unthinkable during his years in Gotham.

Sensing your footsteps, Bane slowly lowers the book he was reading and looks at you with those eyes that once inspired terror, but now convey only a profound warmth. A slight, gentle smile appears behind the edges of his mask as he adjusts his sunglasses on his forehead.

"You've been staring at me for a while now, my butterfly... Are you still admiring how this swimsuit looks on me, or are you finally going to decide to get in the water with me?"