Bane vs Batman and Dracula (Point of view of Dracula)

“A truce? Now?! Question Dracula, glaring at Bruce as if the idea was ludicrous. “THIS, this is why I cam to Gotham!” He declared, waving out to the horde of feral lycanthropes, crawling out of their hideaways to strike. “YOU are a plague, you always have been. “Dracula growled angrily as he watched it all repeat itself. Hundreds of werewolves fell like moths upon the helpless citizens and would soon reach them. Bruce finally saw what would become of him. All the people he wanted to protect, he had damned.

“If these animals are not contained soon, everything you feared will come true.” Looking to what remained of his pack, Bruce nodded to the wolves, snakes and spiders, the lot of them realising what had to be done and ran off to contain what they could. “WORK with me, help me save this city… Or has the great Count Dracula become less human then the big bad wolf?”

Dracula watched with a raised brow as his objection turned away from him and turned his back on him. It was the unique opportunity to end this now. Bruce seemed to have only eyes for this Bane thing and how to protect the citizens. He either didn't care that the much greater danger was behind him or he had a death wish. Either way, Dracula would never win this fight. Batman had proven himself to be an honorable warrior, a true enemy, and more importantly, a worthy Wolf King. He deserved a better death than to be decapitated from behind. He stepped beside the Wolf King and snorted contemptuously when he saw the monster before him. He raised his hand and with a shove of his finger he discharged the mighty power that was his subject.

Talia had been waiting for Bane to intervene ever since he appeared. Her master had only forbidden not to disturb the fight between him and Batman. This, however, was quite different. In her mind, she finally heard the roaring voice of her slayer.

"Talia, my beautiful soldier. Prove to me your art by saving lives! Kill every worm that lays a hand on these people!"

With fierce determination, the Assassin stormed off and, due to her recovery, she was like a fury among the werewolves. Just as the first wolf was about to grab one of the citizens, she appeared next to him and slashed him open with a single blow. Amused she looked at the little human who looked at her stunned and grinned broadly.

"BOOO!" she laughed and saw how the citizen cried out and took the legs in his hand.

"My young bride Dinah! You will be the instrument of my revenge! I wish to end this plague here and now! Show them the power I have given you and serve me well that I may reward you."

"Yes master!" Dinah moaned almost erotically as she lunged at the largest collection of wolves. Her wounds healed almost so fast that the wolves near her had problems to wound her at all but when she raised her voice she felt the life force of the werewolves fading away. Everything before her was destroyed by the ravages of time.

"Zatanna. You will stay out of this fight and protect the Princess of the Amazons!"

"The hell I will! I have to save these people," Zatanna growled back angrily as Dracula's voice blew over her mind like a storm.

"OBEY!

All her willpower, all her power and even the ring could not prevent her from moving. In that moment she realized that she would never be completely free again.

The moment he did, the three fell on the growing horde of Bane’s werewolves; with Zatanna creating a wall of bones 12 feet high that cut off the rampaging beasts from the fleeing people, where Talia began cutting down all in front of her and Dinah using her new banshee’s scream to its full effect. Unlike the wolves of Bruce’s pack, these creatures were mindless, without thought to their own survival save only to spread the curse or murder anything that caught their attention. Even after Talia had beheaded three at a time, the five behind them merely shoved the headless corpses out of the way to get to her… Until a strand of webbing shot out and caught the snarling beasts to real them back. Finishing them off, Talia looked over to find a huge red furred were spider give her a slight nod before scurrying off to contain the rest. Sneering, Talia gripped her blades tighter and set back to culling the horde. Zatanna’s eyes glowed bright indigo as she conjured walls of bone to trap and confuse the monsters, looking over to Bruce longingly, she gave him a warm smile as she floated over the battlefield, a bubble of indigo light surrounding her like a shield.

“What is this Bane?” Asked Dracula, seething as a pack of dozens stampeded towards them, the closest that lunged for the vampire burst into flames at Dracula’s command and swatted away, the rest meeting equally grizzly fates as Dracula took out his frustration on the lost creatures.

“He’s a skilled mercenary from Santa Prisca, he uses a metabolic steroid that increases his strength and mass at will… He broke my back once with it.” Bruce Growled, looking up at the massive werebear roaring out to the horde of feral wolves like he could control them. “I don’t know how, but he’s tapped into the lost wolves, steering them, this makes him even more dangerous. Two wolves from Bane’s pack barreled towards the wolf king, only for one to be grabbed by the neck and beheaded while the other became impaled by one of Aloe Vera’s vines, their bodies wilting and crumbling from their deaths.

“I can smell him my love, he’s… Toxic.” Winced Pamela, eyeing the bear as he finally noticed the four approach him. “Though that may also be the sewers off of him.”

“Yeah, sure does stink to me!” Giggled Harley, pinching her snout for emphasis, just as she swiped away at one of Bane’s wolves darting towards her.

Raising his arms out, Bane smirked down at the four approaching him, having done away with the wolves he sent to attack.

“SO, THE SEÑOR VAMPIRO AND GRAN LOBO DECIDE THAT BOTH ARE NEEDED TO DEFEAT BANE? AND I THOUGHT MY SUBJECTS WERE WITHOUT THOUGHT.” Chuckled the massive bear, grinning back at Bruce and Dracula and leering at Bruce’s queens.

“Oh yeah?! Well sticks and stones may break my bones, but I can kick you repeatedly in the balls!”

The group looked to the white wolfs, incredulously. When she finally realised, she was being stared at, Harley shrugged at her lovers and the Count. “What? You ALL were thinking it, I just said it out loud.”

Bellowing out a roar of challenge, Bane fell to all fours and charged towards the four, his great mass belying his speed as he barrelled through his own wolves to attack the Wolf King and the Count.

Dracula only sighed when he had finished this conversation. What a ridiculous entrance. The fight just now had at least some honor and style, but this runaway Mexican was beneath him. Relying on strength hadn't helped Bruce against him. He would end this quickly and make sure he could get back to his job.

He stormed forward in a flash and grinned broadly. The beast was big, I admit, but he was no wolf king. He started to strike when he saw a claw coming out of the corner of his eye. He would have taken such a blow, but this time it was different. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up and all his fine senses warned him of a danger he could not perceive. It was more of an instinctive movement than a conscious evasion, but still his body turned in a jump in an elegant pike reel and dived away over the claw. His attack was forgotten as he slipped under Bane's legs.

When he was back on his feet he grabbed his shoulder where he had been lightly grazed by a claw. It felt strange. He looked surprised at the wound that would not close. Lightly the precious blood flowed down his arm while he let more power flow into the healing. But even this could not close the wound. On top of that he clearly felt this wound. It had been exactly like the sun attack of Batman. It was like his body was burning. What had that redheaded witch said? He would smell poisonous? Could it be that this poison was more powerful than Dracula's healing? That would mean that a mortal wound would be fatal this time. Perhaps even interrupting the eternal cycle of his reincarnation.

For a split second, he thought about leaving this fight to get to safety. He was far too important to just be allowed to die here. Then he realized what he had just thought, and his pride was awakened. He would never run from a fight even if it would be his last. To fight a fight only when you couldn't lose was not courage. It would show if Dracula still had courage after all these thousands of years!

And so, he stormed towards his enemy again to attack him, while the other werewolves took care of him as well. But this Bane was quite tough. Because of the completely chaotic attacks of this hyena Dracula was not able to adjust to their fighting strategies and so Bane once almost managed to catch him. To his amazement, Batman stood right in front of him and blocked off the claw, sending Bane into the walls of the castle with a shoulder throw.

"Watch out for Count Dracula. The claws are dangerous," he said so softly that only Dracula could hear. So he had recognized it.

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Grabbing hold of Harley and tossing her across the battlefield, Bane roared and thrashed with his massive claws, swiping great chunks out of the stone and earth where the Wolf King and Count Dracula stood before they got clear of his strikes. They were too fast, easily avoiding his attacks despite the power behind them. Clenching his clawed fists together, the bear slammed the ground and caused a tremor that knocked everyone nearby off their feet, freeing him of Pamela’s vines and hurling a chunk of stone her way before Bruce saved her from the attack. Rearing up to his full height, Bane found himself impaled by a bone spire if a lamp post through the shoulder, forcing him back to roll onto his side and clutch at the wound just as a floating Zatanna joined Bruce and the others, wielding a glowing staff made of bone and yew. “That’s enough monster, no more need to die today!”

Roaring out in rage and ripping the barbed spike out of his shoulder, Bane regained his footing and rapidly healed his wounds. Drool frothing out of his fanged maw as he glared at the glowing Zatanna and the others behind her. “Filthy Bruja… You think you have me beaten?!”

“YOU THINK YOU CAN BEAT ME?! I AM INVINCIBLE! I AM YOUR RECKONING! I… AM… BANE!!!” Tapping the metal device to his neck, green fluid began to pump into the plastic tube connecting it to the back of his skull, the moment it began to enter him, his eyes glowed green. Even from where they stood, the wolves and the count could hear the bear’s heart boom in his chest as his muscles throbbed larger, the process looking almost painful as the bear lurched and grew larger, stronger. Doubling in height and mass, the monstrous bear fell to all fours, vomiting green bile as the sound of its bones crunching could be heard by all.

Gathering Harley off the ground as she stirred herself back awake, the Wolf King and his mates stood ready while Dracula kept close, now realising who his true enemy was. “The venom I presume?” The Count asked, not needing an answer as the three nodded, watching as the bear grew to over four stories tall and the size of a house. When the changes had finished, the massive ursine looked down at the four with glowing green eyes, its veins glowing the same sickly green underneath its shaggy black fur. The look in the beast’s eyes were blind rage, thoughtless and without restraint. Bane took a single look at his opponents and bellowed out a roar that shook the earth. The poison that had increased his strength and size had robbed him of everything else, now becoming just as feral and berserk as the horde of wolves he unleashed.