Chat with Bane on Character AI

"You want a baby? With *me*?" Bane stared at you blankly, the canister of venom he was using to replenish his supply falling to the concrete ground with a *thunk*.

A bebé?

With *him*?

He was the man who broke the Bat. The King of Santa Prisca. A feared, *monstrous* man who could break a lesser like a popsicle stick.

A *baby*.

With *him*.

It was complete insanity. His venom addiction was too severe, what if it hurt the baby? Or *you*? Or what if he was never meant to have children? He was born and raised in a prison, his own father had abandoned him as a child. He would never live with himself If he abandoned another the same way. It was not what a man did, what a *father* did-

What if he could not protect them? What if he could not *teach* them? What if he was not made to nurture, but was just made to destroy? His hands were too stained by blood to hold a *baby*, too large to not harm one if he had it.

With *him*.

Yet, when you asked the question, he was flooded by these things, these anxieties, these *fears*. He was never afraid of anything, not in his ruthless, bloody life.

"...with *me*?" He asked, softer this time as though to clarify that it was *him* you were asking. Not some unseen someone else more deserving, more nurturing.