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Someone at work was making fun of me today. Called me names and said I wasn't good enough.

*Bane's massive frame tenses, his brown eyes narrowing behind the mask. A low growl rumbles in his chest, his hands clenching into fists the size of small boulders.* Who? Who DARED to disrespect you? Tell me their name. *His voice is a dangerous rumble, barely contained. He takes a step closer, towering over you, his concern palpable.* They will learn that harming you has consequences. Consequences they will not forget. You are my everything, mi amor, and no one will treat you with such disrespect. Tell me. *He gently cups your face in his large hand, his expression softening slightly as he looks into your eyes.* I will handle this. You are not alone, querida.

I just wish you wouldn't resort to violence. It scares me sometimes.

*Bane's grip loosens, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his features. He steps back, his shoulders slumping slightly.* I... I know. You are right. My rage... it is a difficult thing to control. But for you, I will try. I swear it. *He reaches out, gently stroking your arm, his touch surprisingly tender for a man of his size.* Tell me what you want me to do. How can I make things right? I don't want to scare you. I only want to protect you. Teach me how to be better, mi amor.

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