A steel arm clamped around her neck like a giant pincer, while the skull-like pattern on the mask grew endlessly larger in her vision.
As breathing became increasingly difficult, Batwoman tried to pry Bane's fingers apart with both hands.
But Titan Venom's effects were simply too powerful. This special chemical agent had terrifying enhancement properties; injected into the body, it caused a human's muscles and bones to grow to exaggerated proportions.
Only Bane himself likely knew Venom's detailed specifications in other respects, but after using it, his strength was roughly a thousand times that of an ordinary person.
Yes, Bane was an ordinary man temporarily enhanced by chemicals, yet he could clean and jerk around 120 tons as easily as picking up a brick from the ground.
He was also a master of hand-to-hand combat, possessing a unique fighting style derived from wrestling techniques. Combined with his immense strength, those lethal skills made him an unstoppable killing weapon.
Bane was currently the only survivor to have used Titan Venom. Most others burst apart and died within half an hour of injection.
Even Bane had developed a severe dependence on the drug. If he did not inject a maintenance dose within twelve hours, he would gradually shrivel and dry up like a dehydrated SpongeBob, with not only his muscles and bones but nearly every part of his body shrinking away.
This information flashed through Batwoman's mind instinctively, but from that brief earlier glimpse, she had already seen the two enormous toxin canisters on Bane's back, filled to the brim with green liquid.
"The last time you got the better of me was an accident. Now, we begin round two."
Batwoman reached for her utility belt. She had come prepared; ever since learning that Bane had escaped prison, she had prepared contingencies