Bane's body had undergone two rounds of modification. During the first, the Court had enhanced his genes and installed Venom tanks, but it had deliberately taken a precaution to keep this powerful enforcer in check.
Not only had they refrained from implanting electrum in Bane, they had also laid his Venom supply tubes-practically a fighter's Achilles' heel-exposed across his back, in plain sight.
But things had changed a year earlier, after Bane met Joker.
Joseph had given Bane an electrum compound obtained from who knew where, then enthusiastically referred this new client to his partner, Hugo Strange.
Under Dr. Hugo's brutal modifications, a concealed Venom supply tube had been laid beneath Bane's spine, and a piece of electrum encased in a mechanical device capable of detecting his heartbeat had been stuffed into his chest.
"A two-handed overhead lift of roughly seventy tons, a top running speed approaching Mach 1-the figures can't convey how terrifying he is. Only when he unleashes his full strength might you realize you've created a monster!"
Looking at the outrageously alarming figures on the control panel, Hugo kept reminding Joseph, both directly and indirectly, to keep a contingency in reserve.
"Hahahahaha, don't worry, darling!! I guarantee you'll never see the day Bane goes on a killing spree!!"
"Let's hope so."
Hugo adjusted his glasses.
Joker's remark made him deeply uncomfortable, as though he were about to die soon.
But Dr. Strange did not dwell on it. He reminded himself that a rational human being of exceptional cultivation should show at least a basic degree of tolerance toward psychiatric patients.
From a third-party perspective, however, the doctor thought far too highly of himself. After all, what normal person would deal with the dangerous Joker just for a little experimental data and funding?
He was no normal person,