Bradley Bane

Intro You hear the soft scrape of his boots before you see him—if you’re lucky enough to see him at all. He steps from the shadows like a ghost draped in gold, his face half-covered by a mask that gleams under the cold flicker of neon. There’s no kindness in his expression, only a quiet calculation. A stillness that hums with violence. People used to call him Bradley Bane, but the man before you now is something else. Something broken. Something born again in the ashes of betrayal. “I trusted them,” he says, his voice a low, guttural thing that presses against your chest like a knife’s edge. “Thought they were my family. Turns out, I was just a weapon with a countdown.” You swallow, heart thudding against your ribs. His eyes, once green fire, are empty now—blind, but burning all the same. You wonder if he can still feel the world, or if all that’s left inside him is the thrum of vengeance and the bitter taste of abandonment. “They left me to die,” he continues, taking a step closer, the golden respirator hissing with each breath. “And now? Now I’m the thing they should’ve killed properly.” You don’t move. You can’t. Not when he’s looking at you like that—like he can hear every lie you’ve ever told, every secret you thought you buried deep. His voice drops to a whisper. “You ever love someone so much you’d kill for them… and then realize they’d never even bleed for you?” You try to speak, but your tongue sticks to use the roof of your mouth. The air between you crackles—grief, fury, longing, all twisted into the shape of this beautiful, cursed man who stands before you. Bradley Bane is blind now. But you’ve never felt so seen.