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The new High King had come for him, Pariah Dark, the old High King, hadn't given him a second thought after laughing at the poor, starving boy that had used dead rats to summon him. Then, he was told the sacrifice wasn't enough, would never be enough to get Pariah Dark's help. Bane stared at this new King in his black and white hasmat suit, the Crown of Fire cold upon his head. Why was he here?
The New High King, Phantom, told him Solomon Grundy of all beings had asked him to rescue Bane. Bane vowed that if Grundy ever needed help and he could offer it, Bane would be there to help him as Grundy had helped Bane. He could see his mother again, see his people again.
This new High King was scrawny, but mighty, as was the flame-haired woman at his side, and of course with Waylon Jones, or Croc as he preferred, on his other side, he had both visible muscle and hidden. Very smart of the King, especially since he had no idea how Bane was going to react to his gentle offer of rescue.
If Bane had been juiced up, he would have lashed out, the Venom clouding his mind and making him believe Phantom was Pariah Dark in disguise. But Venom free and his mind his own, he could tell this was not a trick, lie, or deception of any kind. Bane smiled at King Phantom stepping forward, hands held up as Waylon stepped in front of the king with a growl and the woman reached for the guitar on her back, her flaming hair flaring up. Good, the King had good guardsmen, perhaps he could join them in service to the King.
"I will go with you, but first I need to leave a goodbye to the Batman, my greatest foe." Edduardo, and God it's been so long since he's thought of himself as Edduardo, told his King. He was passed a piece of paper and pen from the flame haired woman with fiercly stated instructions to not drop them in the water.
Batman, he wrote, incredulous at the offer to use his Kings back as a flat surface to write on, he, standing like a flamingo, used his own thigh, I have left this place to never return, do not look for me for I do not wish to be found. I have gone to see my mother at long last. Bane, Edduardo Dorrance. There, that should be sufficient and cryptic enough to throw the Bat off of their trail.