The Redemption of Bane

by Sirtoad

Rating: everyone
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Drama, Fluttershy, Crossover, Twilight Sparkle
Length: 3734

Bane transforms.

If he's a diamond, then why does he feel so rough?
He's as strong as a stone, but even that's not enough.

Sometimes misfortune provides an opportunity for transformation. Can someone like Bane overcome who he is to embrace the potential of who he can be?

Published 2024-06-01 10:10:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-06-01 10:10:00 UTC

The Redemption of Bane

Deep within the shadows of Gotham City, Bane waited with bated breath, the thrum of chemicals coursing through his veins, keeping him primed for the impending confrontation with Batman. The night was shrouded in darkness, broken only by the occasional flicker of neon lights from the distant cityscape.

Suddenly, the silence was shattered by the roar of a high-tech vehicle tearing through the streets. Bane's eyes narrowed as he watched the imposing tank-like vehicle come to a halt. The cockpit hatch rolled open, and a figure clad in black leaped out onto the rain-slicked asphalt.

"Ahh, Batman," Bane's voice rumbled with confidence as he approached the figure.

The figure spun around, facing him, and Bane couldn't contain his triumphant smirk. "You won't stop us this time," he declared, relishing the thought of victory. "Perhaps I'll snap your spine again, wringing it like a sock full of Triscuits."

But as he drew closer, Bane's gloating turned to confusion. "Wait," he muttered, eyeing the towering figure before him. "You aren't Batman. You're taller. Bigger. Like me."

Demanding answers, Bane reached out, only to find himself seized by the massive figure. With a swift motion, he was hoisted above the figure's head and brought crashing down across a knee.

Bane's cries echoed through the darkness as pain shot through his shattered spine. "My poor spine," he lamented, realizing the cruel twist of fate. "I suppose karma has finally caught up with me."

Leaning over him, the dark figure growled, "I'm Bearman. And I'm rich!"

As Bearman vanished into the night, leaving Bane sprawled and helpless in the alley's damp embrace, the once indomitable villain found himself crippled and alone. He lay supine, the chill of the pavement seeping into his bones as he groaned, his voice strained with pain.

"I can't feel my legs," Bane muttered to himself, the realization of his predicament sinking in.

His desperate plea for help echoed through the alley, reaching the ears of a passing vagrant. "Hey, you there! Call an ambulance," he called out, his voice tinged with urgency.

The vagrant paused, casting a fleeting glance in Bane's direction. With a sigh, he approached, his weathered face etched with sympathy. "Here, man. You need this more than I do," he said, pressing a cup of change into Bane's outstretched hand before shuffling away into the shadows.

Bane's brow furrowed as he watched the vagrant disappear, his heart heavy with the weight of his solitude. "Hello? Did you call an ambulance?" he called out again, his voice tinged with desperation.

But there was only silence in response, leaving Bane to lament his fate. "Gone," he muttered bitterly. "There are no friends to help Bane."

Just as despair threatened to consume him, a gentle voice floated through the darkness, offering solace and companionship. Bane turned his head, his eyes widening in disbelief as he beheld a tiny yellow pony with a pink mane sitting beside him.

"Ahh, hello, tiny yellow horse," Bane greeted the apparition weakly, a mix of confusion and resignation coloring his tone. "I see I'm hallucinating. Death won't be long for me now. I'm Bane, and I'm dying."

But Fluttershy, the little yellow pony, shook her head with a gentle smile. "Mr. Bane, you shouldn't worry," she said softly, her voice filled with kindness. "I'll get you fixed right up."

With those comforting words, Bane's consciousness began to fade, his fate now intertwined with that of the unexpected visitor in the form of a gentle, magical pony.

Bane awoke in a hospital bed, the sterile scent of antiseptic filling his nostrils. His eyes slowly fluttered open to find Fluttershy standing at his bedside, her gentle gaze filled with concern.

"Where... where am I?" Bane's voice was hoarse as he struggled to sit up.

Fluttershy placed a comforting hoof on his hand. "You're in Ponyville General Hospital," she explained softly. "Please, don't panic. The magic that's blocking your pain is also causing paralysis. But the ponies here will fix you up. You'll be able to move again."

Bane's brow furrowed with worry as he absorbed Fluttershy's words.

"Your organs have been damaged by the chemicals in your system," Fluttershy replied gently. "But we can heal you, Bane. You're not alone in this. We'll get through it together."

Bane nodded gratefully, a flicker of hope igniting within him. "Thank you, Fluttershy," he murmured before drifting back to sleep, the weight of exhaustion pulling him under.

Hours later, Bane was wheeled into the operating room, where a team of pony surgeons awaited him. Their colorful scrubs and cheerful demeanor contrasted sharply with the seriousness of the task at hand.

"Alright, everypony, let's get to work," said Dr. Rose Petal, the lead surgeon, her voice steady and confident.

The other ponies nodded in agreement, their expressions focused as they prepared for the delicate procedure ahead. With a combination of magic and surgical skill, they set to work repairing Bane's damaged spine and knitting together his injured spinal cord.

"Scalpel," Dr. Rose Petal called out, her horn glowing as she levitated the instrument into position.

"Steady, everypony," urged Nurse Lily Blossom, her voice calm as she assisted with the surgery.

As the hours passed, the operating room buzzed with activity, the rhythmic sound of medical equipment blending with the soft hum of magic. Through it all, Fluttershy stood by Bane's bedside, her presence a source of comfort and reassurance.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Dr. Rose Petal stepped back, a smile of satisfaction crossing her face. "We're finished," she announced, her voice filled with relief.

Bane's eyes fluttered open, his vision blurry as he tried to focus on the ponies surrounding him. "Is it... is it done?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Fluttershy nodded, her eyes shining with pride. "Yes, Bane. You're going to be okay."

Tears of gratitude welled up in Bane's eyes as he looked around at the ponies who had saved his life. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "Thank you all."

With the surgery complete, Bane's journey to recovery had only just begun. Physiotherapy sessions became a daily ordeal, each movement a painful reminder of the long road ahead. But Fluttershy was there by his side, offering encouragement and support every step of the way.

As Bane struggled through the grueling exercises, Fluttershy gently guided him, her soft voice soothing his frayed nerves. "You're doing great, Bane," she whispered, her wings fluttering in encouragement. "Just a little more, and then we can rest."

But even in the quiet of the night, rest remained elusive for Bane. He tossed and turned in his hospital bed, the ache in his body a constant companion. It was during one of these restless nights that a nurse stopped by to check on him.

"You're doing better than you think, Bane," Nurse Lily Blossom said, her voice filled with warmth. "Every step forward, no matter how small, is a victory."

Her words struck a chord within Bane, filling him with renewed determination. If he could push through the pain, then perhaps there was hope for a brighter future.

Yet, despite his best efforts, there were moments when Bane faltered. The weight of his injuries felt like an insurmountable burden, threatening to crush his spirit. But Fluttershy was there to lift him up once more.

"I told you, mister, we're in this together," Fluttershy reminded him, her eyes filled with unwavering belief. "I'm so proud of you, Bane. You've come so far already."

Her words were like a beacon of light in the darkness, guiding him through the toughest of times. And as Bane struggled to find his footing once more, he knew that with Fluttershy by his side, he could overcome any obstacle.

"I'll be here with you until the day you walk out of this hospital," Fluttershy promised, her voice filled with determination. "And even then, I'll still be cheering you on every step of the way."

As the days stretched into weeks, Bane found himself immersed in a world of kindness and compassion, a stark contrast to the darkness he had once embraced. Fluttershy's unwavering support, along with the kindness of the ponies around him, began to chip away at the icy exterior he had long cultivated.

Yet, amidst the warmth and acceptance, a seed of remorse took root within Bane's heart. He couldn't shake the weight of his past actions, the lives he had hurt and the havoc he had wrought. The realization filled him with a profound sense of regret, a longing to undo the damage he had caused.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Fluttershy visited Bane in his hospital room. Her gentle presence brought a sense of calm to the dimly lit space, and Bane found himself opening up to her in a way he never thought possible.

"I regret so much, Fluttershy," Bane confessed, his voice tinged with sorrow. "The pain I've caused, the lives I've destroyed... I can't escape the weight of my past."

Fluttershy placed a comforting hoof on his hand, her eyes filled with sympathy. "The past is gone, Bane," she said softly. "All we can do is make amends where we can, and then focus on growing and becoming better than we were before."

Bane nodded, his gaze fixed on the floor as he wrestled with his inner turmoil. "I want to change, Fluttershy," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I'm afraid... afraid of what lies beneath the surface."

Fluttershy's eyes sparkled with understanding as she met Bane's gaze. "There's a good man inside of you, Bane," she said gently. "But he's fighting against his inner demons. You have to believe that you're capable of change, of redemption."

Her words struck a chord within Bane, stirring something deep within his soul. For the first time in a long time, he allowed himself to hope, to believe that perhaps there was a chance for him to find peace and forgiveness.

And as Fluttershy sat by his side, her presence a beacon of light in the darkness, Bane knew that he was not alone in his journey towards redemption. With her by his side, he could face his demons head-on, and emerge stronger than ever before.

As Bane completed his physical therapy sessions, each step became a testament to his newfound strength and determination. With Fluttershy's unwavering support, he pushed himself harder than ever before, refusing to let his past define him any longer.

Finally, the day arrived when Bane walked out of the hospital, his heart lighter than it had been in years. Fluttershy stood by his side, her smile radiant with pride as she watched him take those first tentative steps into a new chapter of his life.

True to her word, Fluttershy had promised that she would be there with him until he walked out of the hospital, and now, Bane was a changed man, ready to embrace the world with open arms.

Bane moved into a small cottage in Ponyville. As the days and weeks passed, the ponies gradually grew familiar with the new human resident.

One morning, As Bane wandered through the bustling market, taking in the sights and sounds of Ponyville, Bane's gaze fell upon a female earth pony with a warm smile and kind eyes. Her name was Meadowlark, and from the moment their eyes met, Bane felt a spark of connection that he couldn't ignore.

Their paths crossed again one afternoon at the bridge above the river, where Bane was watching a group of ducks paddling lazily in the water. Meadowlark approached him, her colt, named Sunny, trotting happily by her side.

"Hello again," Meadowlark greeted him with a smile, her voice soft and inviting.

Bane returned her smile, a warmth spreading through his chest at the sight of her and her son. "Hello, Meadowlark," he replied, his voice tinged with warmth. "It's nice to see you again."

Their conversations grew longer and more frequent as the days passed, and Bane found himself drawn to Meadowlark's gentle spirit and unwavering kindness. He learned that she was a single mother, her husband having passed away tragically a few years prior, leaving her to raise Sunny on her own.

Moved by her strength and resilience, Bane made a decision that would change both of their lives forever. He left the small cottage he had been staying in and moved in with Meadowlark and Sunny, becoming a reliable partner for her and a father figure to her colt.

Together, they formed a bond that was stronger than any obstacle they faced, and as they watched the sunset from their cozy home by the river, Bane knew that he had finally found the redemption he had been searching for all along.

The weeks passed by. Weeks turned to months. Bane and Meadowlark thrived happily in her cozy cottage. Sunny slowly grew into a strong and healthy young colt. One day, Bane visited Fluttershy's home as company for tea.

Bane sat with Fluttershy in her serene cottage, enjoying the tranquility of her peaceful home. The unexpected arrival of Twilight Sparkle added a new dynamic to their gathering. Bane regarded the purple alicorn with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, uncertain of what to expect from the Princess of Friendship.

"Good afternoon, Bane," Twilight greeted him with a warm smile, her horn glowing softly as she levitated a book from her saddlebags.

Bane nodded in return, his gaze flickering between Fluttershy and Twilight. "Good afternoon, Princess Twilight," he replied politely, his voice tinged with curiosity.

Fluttershy exchanged a knowing glance with Twilight before turning to Bane. "Bane, Twilight has something important to discuss with us," she said gently, her eyes filled with anticipation.

Twilight nodded, her expression serious as she addressed Bane. "Bane, I know this may sound strange, but I need to talk to you about something called time dilation," she began, her voice steady and composed.

Bane furrowed his brow in confusion, unsure of what Twilight was referring to. "Time dilation?" he echoed, his interest piqued.

Twilight nodded, her gaze focused as she explained. "Yes, you see, due to the laws of physics, time in different places can pass at different rates. In the case of Gotham City, time has passed at a significantly slower rate compared to the rest of the world."

Bane's eyes widened in astonishment as he processed Twilight's words. "So you're saying... time in Gotham has passed more slowly than in other places?" he asked, his voice filled with disbelief.

Twilight nodded, her expression grave. "Exactly. And it's not just Gotham. If someone were to visit Gotham and then return to Ponyville, they would find that time had similarly passed very slowly here," she explained.

Bane's mind raced with the implications of Twilight's revelation. Time had been a constant adversary in his quest for redemption, but now, it seemed that even time itself was working in his favor.

As he contemplated the profound implications of Twilight's words, Bane felt a newfound sense of hope stirring within him. Perhaps, with time on his side, he could truly leave his past behind and embrace the future with open arms.

In the afternoon of the following day, Bane sat with Meadowlark by the tranquil river, the gentle rustle of the leaves overhead mingling with the soft murmur of their conversation. He regarded her with a mixture of determination and apprehension, knowing that the decision he was about to make would have far-reaching consequences.

"Meadowlark, there's something I need to tell you," Bane began, his voice tinged with seriousness. "I feel compelled to return to Gotham, to try to redeem myself, to do some good there."

Meadowlark's eyes widened in concern as she listened to Bane's words. "But Bane, Gotham is dangerous," she protested, her voice filled with worry. "I'm afraid for you. What if something happens?"

Bane reached out, gently taking Meadowlark's hoof in his own. "I understand your concerns, Meadowlark," he said softly. "But I need to do this. I need to make things right, to find redemption."

Meadowlark's gaze faltered, her heart heavy with the weight of uncertainty. "Does this mean you'll be leaving us?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Bane nodded, a pang of sadness tugging at his heart. "Yes, Meadowlark. But I promise, I'll be back," he reassured her, his voice filled with sincerity. "And because of time dilation, it will seem like barely any time has passed at all."

Meadowlark's eyes glistened with unshed tears as she struggled to process Bane's words. "This whole situation makes me nervous, Bane," she admitted, her voice trembling with emotion. "I don't know what I'll do without you."

Bane reached out, pulling Meadowlark into a comforting embrace. "We'll get through this together, Meadowlark," he whispered, his voice filled with conviction. "I promise, I'll come back to you and Sunny. We'll be a family again."

Tears welled up in Meadowlark's eyes as she buried her face in Bane's chest, her heart overflowing with love and uncertainty. But in that moment, as they clung to each other beneath the fading light of the setting sun, they knew that their bond was stronger than any obstacle they faced. And as they embraced, they found solace in the knowledge that no matter what the future held, they would face it together, united in love and determination.

The following day, fueled by a sense of determination that burned like a flame within his chest, Bane made his way to Twilight's castle. With each step, he felt the weight of his decision to return to Gotham grow heavier, yet his resolve remained unwavering.

Twilight greeted him warmly as he entered, her eyes filled with understanding as she ushered him into her study. "Bane, I've been expecting you," she said softly, her horn glowing as she levitated a small object from the nearby shelf.

Bane regarded the object curiously, his brow furrowing in confusion as Twilight handed it to him. It was a talisman crafted from jet and a magical metal called thaumite, its surface shimmering with an otherworldly glow.

"This is for you," Twilight explained, her voice tinged with solemnity. "The magic in this talisman is entangled with the ley lines of Equestria. It will help guide you back here when you're ready to return."

Bane's eyes widened in astonishment as he accepted the talisman, the weight of its significance settling heavily in his palm. "Thank you, Twilight," he murmured, his voice filled with gratitude. "I don't know how to repay you for your kindness."

Twilight smiled warmly, her gaze unwavering as she met Bane's eyes. "You don't need to repay me, Bane," she said gently. "Just promise me that you'll be careful. Gotham is a dangerous place, and I don't want to see you get hurt."

Bane nodded solemnly, his resolve hardening with each passing moment. "I promise, Twilight," he replied, his voice steady with determination. "I won't let you down."

With a final nod of farewell, Twilight opened a portal before him, its swirling vortex of light beckoning him forward. Bane took a deep breath, steeling himself for the journey ahead, before stepping through the portal and disappearing from sight.

As the portal closed behind him, Twilight couldn't help but feel a sense of hope stir within her heart. She had faith that Bane would find the redemption he sought, and she would be there to welcome him home when he returned.

As Bane stepped into the desolate alley of Gotham, the chilling rain painting the asphalt with a glistening sheen, the shimmering portal closed behind him, sealing his fate once more within the confines of this forsaken city. Bearman's hulking vehicle stood as a silent sentinel.

The sound of heavy footsteps echoed down the alley as Bearman emerged from the shadows, his imposing figure cutting through the mercurial gloom. He halted abruptly, his gaze fixated on Bane with a mix of surprise and suspicion.

"Greetings, friend," Bane offered, his voice a mere whisper amidst the din of the rain.

Bearman's steely gaze bore into Bane, his expression unreadable as he observed the changes in his erstwhile adversary. "You've lost weight," he remarked, his tone tinged with curiosity.

Bane shrugged, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You have no idea," he retorted cryptically, his mind awash with memories of the trials that had shaped him into the man he had become.

Bearman's brow furrowed in confusion as he observed Bane standing before him, seemingly unscathed despite their previous encounters. "It's only been a few hours, but you're somehow standing, uninjured," he observed, his voice laced with suspicion.

"Indeed," Bane acknowledged solemnly, a flicker of resolve burning bright in his eyes. "I'm a new man now, Bearman. I'm searching for redemption."

But Bearman merely shrugged, his indifference a stark contrast to Bane's fervent plea for understanding. "Okay, well, whatever," he muttered dismissively, his hand reaching out to lift Bane effortlessly above his head.

Bane's heart pounded with fear and desperation as he struggled against Bearman's iron grip, his protests drowned out by the roar of his own anguish. "No, wait!" he cried out, his voice raw with emotion. "You don't understand! Please, put me down!"

But his pleas fell on deaf ears as Bearman brought him down across his knee with a sickening thud, the sharp pain radiating through Bane's body like shards of broken glass. He cried out in agony, his spine screaming for mercy as he crumpled to the ground, the cold asphalt pressing against his bruised and battered form.

As Bearman vanished into the night, leaving Bane to face his tragic fate alone, the rain fell harder, a relentless torrent that mirrored the turmoil within Bane's soul. With each agonizing breath, he resigned himself to the cruel inevitability of his demise, his thoughts consumed by the bitter irony of his own downfall.

But then, through the haze of pain and despair, Bane heard a familiar voice calling out to him, a beacon of hope in the darkness. "Oh no, not again?" it said, its tone filled with concern and compassion.

Bane tipped his head in the direction of the voice, his heart swelling with gratitude as he beheld the gentle figure of Fluttershy standing before him. In that moment, as he looked into her kind eyes, Bane knew that he was not alone.

He was going home.