“Harley? Harley Quinn? Where are you?” Bane said in a sing-song voice as he searched for the clown-girl while spinning the ax in his hand around in the brightly lit corridor. Bane always heard stories about the lower levels of Pena Dura and how the uppers would always keep it more powered than the rest of the prison to protect them from storms and this was where they held their executions. No matter the situation, the Warden, guards, and ponies of Santa Prisca would never miss an execution.

All of the sudden, on a left turn of the corridor, Bane heard what sounded like a mother singing to her children.

“Hush, little baby, don‟t say a word, Momma‟s gonna buy you a mockingbird. And if that mockingbird don‟t sing, Momma‟s gonna buy you a diamond ring. And if that diamond ring turns brass, Momma‟s gonna buy you a looking glass. And if that looking glass gets broke, Momma‟s gonna buy for you a Billy goat…” Bane followed the singing until he reached a door labeled “Lab”.

Bane quietly opened the door to find Harley Quinn standing over what looked like a hospital cradle and around the room were several more hospital cradles filled with what looked like green pods.

“And if that Billy goat runs away, Momma's gonna buy you a Chevrolet. And if that Chevrolet breaks down, Momma's gonna buy you the prettiest gown. And if that pretty gown gets torn, you‟ll still be the prettiest one ever born,” Harley finished singing.

“What a lovely, lovely voice,” Bane commented as he walked in. Harley turned around and grinned at the larger stallion, holding an ax.

“Why thank you,” Harley replied. Bane noticed that Harley was holding one of the pods in her hands.

“What are these, Quinn?” Bane asked, pointing at the pods.

“Mommy…” Bane raised an eyebrow at what sounded like a young filly‟s voice coming from nowhere. He looked down and saw that the pod was starting to crack open. And to his shock, it opened up to reveal a pink earth filly with a blonde mane, stretching and yawning as she felt the open air enter her lungs.

“Dear God!” Bane stepped back in disgust as seven more pods opened up. Half the pods “birthed” an exact copy of the pink earth fillies, but also some red-headed green Pegasus fillies.

“What are these abominations?” demanded Bane.

Harley Quinn smiled as the pod in her hands cracked open to reveal a baby Pegasus filly with green fur and red hair. “Our kids, Bane,” Harley rubbed noses with the filly in her arms, which Bane noticed looked like a baby Poison Ivy.

“Kids?”

“That‟s right…” several vines carried the babies in the open pods over to where she was standing and they grabbed several metal bottles and handed them over to the babies, who began drinking what‟s inside them while Harley personally fed the filly in her hands. “When we escaped from another hellhole called Arkham, Ivy and I talked about our future together once we made that bitch, Celestia, pay for her crimes against nature. We talked about kids. But Ivy can‟t conceive and it‟ll be a cold day in Hell before I push something out of my snatch!”

“Are they actual ponies?”

“Not really. They‟re more like… sentient plants. They‟re lifespans are like that of rare flowers that blossom and die within a few days. First they resemble foals, and then they grow to resemble me and Ivy,” Harley explained as she put the filly in her arms on the ground.

“I originally thought our little army should look like Ivy but she said it‟s „our‟ army and that it should represent the both of us,” Harley Quinn smiled and sighed as the eight fillies began to grow into exact, naked replicas of Harley and Ivy. “That woman is brilliant. A genius with a fine ass.”

“What‟s the final stage?” asked Bane.

Harley snickered as the eight Harley and Ivy clones‟ skin turned from pink and green fur to a cactus like texture and their nails grew to nine inch talons.

“Does that answer your question? That water I just fed them accelerates their growth. Sure, it cuts their lifespan down to less than an hour but that‟s more than enough time than you have. Kind of ironic, isn‟t it? Like you, these plants were born and will die in this prison. Girls, play with your new friend…” Harley ordered as she walked out the back exit that led to the lowest level of the prison. “While I go get our other friend.”

The eight plant-mares hissed and jumped at the large stallion. Bane got ready by holding up the ax in his hand but he realized too late that he was outmatched. Once he swung his ax, they all separated and surrounded him.

The eight plant creatures hit Bane like lightening; not giving him any time to recover. As soon as one struck him, another hit him, and he was starting to double over.

Bane grunted as he was kicked and punched in the head, abs, sides, knees, solar plexus, scratched in the back and chest by the plant-mares‟ sharp claws. And when a Poison Ivy clone kicked him in the groin, Bane held his breath and fell to his knees. Refusing to go down, Bane swung his ax up planted it in the Poison Ivy plant‟s head. But for the first time in a long while, Bane‟s eyes widened and his jaw dropped in shock as he and the other plant clones watched as the Poison Ivy plant creature pulled the ax out of her head and the wound healed itself as if nothing had happened.

The Poison Ivy plant clone looked down at the ax in her hand and then looked up at Bane, lifted up her free index finger, and grinned as she wagged it in Bane‟s face as if he were a child being scolded.

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” muttered Bane. And before he knew it, he was struck in the head, chest, and abdominals before he was sent flying backwards by one of the Harley Quinn clones doing a backflip and kicking him under the chin. Bane was sent flying over a table and hit a cabinet, denting it and causing the contents to fall to the ground along with him.

Shaking off the stars around his head, Bane looked down at the items that fell from the cabinet and grinned. In front of him were several spray cans and gas lighters and Bane knew for a fact that the spray cans were filled with a flammable liquid.

Grabbing a can and a lighter, Bane jumped up, lit up the gas lighter, and sprayed the contents of the can over the flame, creating an impromptu flamethrower that set the eight plant clones on fire. Bane‟s grin grew even wider as the plant clones screamed in pain as they all melted into a gigantic green puddle.

Once he had emptied out the spray can, Bane threw it aside along with the gas lighter and made his way towards the door Harley Quinn had exited through; all the while stepping over what remained of her and Ivy‟s “children”.

“I always hated plants,” Bane muttered as he reached the door, opened it, and walked down the dark stairway to the lower level where they kept a lethal injection room, the electric chair, and the crematory where his mother was cremated after he was born.

Walking into the darkly lit main hall, Bane once again heard Harley‟s voice humming through it. And like a siren attracting seamen, Bane walked over to where it was coming from: the lethal injection room.

Opening up the door, Bane saw Harley Quinn leaned over a stallion tied to the gurney used for lethal injection executions. The stallion she was leaned over was thin and frail unicorn, barely 5‟6, a coat that was similar to Bane‟s, and was wearing a black tank top that was hanging off his frail body; black pants that were about two sizes too big; a spiked wrestler-style belt; and a black mask similar to Bane‟s that had red eye shields, vents on the mouth, a spiked collar, and connected to the back were four yellow tubes that lead to a device on his chest with a small, yellow button with a skull painted on it.

“What is this?” Bane made his presence known. Harley looked up and grinned.

“Just a little someone we found hiding in the prison. We had plenty of Venom left over from your little escape last week and we figured… why waste a good thing?” Harley grinned.

The skinny costumed unicorn let out a small whimper. Harley pet his horn that was sticking out of his mask.

“Hush. It‟ll be alright. You know, Bane, the doctors thought that you were their perfect experiment. But… let‟s prove those dumb fucks wrong, huh? Time to scream, sweetie,” Harley kissed the masked stallion‟s cheek as she pressed the button on his chest, sending a flow of Venom into his brain and bloodstream. The masked screamed as the super steroid flowed into his body. But his screams turned into growls of rage as he began to transform. He grew to 6‟6 and his frail body was covered with muscles on top of muscles, causing the straps to break off; and his red fur took on a greenish hue with glowing yellow veins.

The transformed unicorn got off the gurney, his footsteps causing small tremors throughout the room.

“BANE!!!” the unicorn growled as he flexed his large muscles, Harley Quinn smirking behind him.

“You gave this abomination my name?!” Bane yelled, angered that Harley would have the nerve to give not only his Venom but his name to a mindless brute.

“Yep. This Bane is the perfect soldier: big, strong, and, most importantly, stupid,” Harley smiled as she patted the mindless-Bane‟s back. “Show him your strength, honey.”

Mindless-Bane growled as he charged at Bane with his shoulder down and rammed into him, sending the large red unicorn flying through the brick wall of the lethal injection room and hitting the wall of the hallway; leaving a large dent in the wall and covering the hall in dust as he fell to the floor on his butt.

Shaking off his daze, Bane‟s eyes shot open as he felt the floor shaking as he saw the Mindless- Bane walk towards him. Jumping to his feet, once the greenish-red brute was in range, Bane punched the abomination in the stomach over a dozen times. But the mindless creature stood his ground, not being affected by Bane‟s punches.

He looked at his fists, remembering all the times that others had punched him and it had not affect. “So that‟s what it feels like.”

Mindless-Bane growled and returned the favor by punching Bane in the face, stomach, and a knee to the groin, knocking the wind out of the red unicorn and causing him to double over in pain. The mindless, green-red unicorn grabbed Bane by the front of his torn shirt and lifted him over his head, spun him around and threw him through the door of the men‟s room, destroying it. Bane skidded through the clean, tile floor as he was surrounded by small splinters.

His head spinning, Bane failed to realize Mindless-Bane stomping towards him, grabbing his masked head, and slamming it towards the tile floor. Mindless-Bane repeated the process six times before lifting up the King of Pena Dura over his head again and throwing him at the bathroom wall, cracking it and leaving a hole in the wall, revealing the water pipes.

Shaking off the daze, Bane saw Mindless-Bane stomping towards him. Deciding not to let him get the advantage of him again, Bane jumped to his feet and spun around then grabbed onto one of the water pipes and used his advanced strength to pull it out of the wall. Spinning around, Bane repeatedly struck the mindless brute across his masked face. But it did nothing to the Mindless-Bane was annoy him.

Looking at the pipe in his hand, Bane‟s eyes once he noticed that the pipe in his hand was bent about 45 degrees. Still staring at the pipe, Bane rolled his eyes and growled in annoyance.

Mindless-Bane retaliated by grabbing one of the bathroom sinks and easily ripped it out of its foundations then smacked Bane across the face with it three times, knocking him to the ground.

Tossing aside the sink like a ball, Mindless-Bane grabbed Bane‟s horn and threw him out of the bathroom and through the wall, causing him to hit the wall of the crematory and land on his head before rolling onto the floor on his front.

Struggling to open his eyes, Bane‟s eyes shot open as he felt the footsteps of the mindless brute the Venom had created getting closer and closer. Before he knew it, Mindless-Bane had grabbed the back of his torn shirt and slamming him into the dented wall. He then spun Bane around and wrapped his hands around his red throat, strangling him as his legs dangled in the air.

Bane struggled to breathe but the greenish-red brute‟s grip was too strong. But Bane knew that brains were just as strong as brawn, and he knew how the Achilles heel of Venom. Still being strangled, Bane reached for the back of Mindless-Bane‟s head and grabbed the tubes connected to his head. Tugging, he pulled and yanked the tubes off his head, cutting off the Venom feed.

Mindless-Bane screamed as he felt his strength fading away. He let go of Bane as he fell to his knees and transformed back to his smaller, frail self; his growls transforming into pained whimpers.

Bane growled as he rubbed his neck and looked down at the pathetic creature that tried to kill him.

“Before I kill you… I should see who you really are, you pathetic weakling,” Bane grabbed the smaller unicorn‟s head and pulled off his mask to reveal his face. The black-maned stallion looked around frantically before looking up at the taller unicorn with his brown eyes.

“S-S-Son?”

Bane stepped back in shock after the smaller unicorn said those words. But then he looked harder at him and Bane remembered the picture of a stallion with his mother in his dream and he growled in anger once he realized who he was looking at.

“You!”