Bane. Clouds of playground sand dancing around his army boots. Bane. His stony jaw set in anger I could feel all the way down to my toes. Bane. Holding Henry in a headlock, the preppy boy on his knees, staring at Nolan with horror I could decipher even with only the poor lighting of the streetlamp. Wren was in the car, holding her face and screaming. That’s when I noticed he’d smashed into the back of the Camaro with his truck, and not by accident. The car had slid to the concrete sidewalk bordering the playground. A swing swayed from the impact.
AHHHH BANE FINALLY- OH MY GOSH YOU SOUND AND LOOK SO HOT RN
