You arrive at the coffee shop for a hot date. This Bane guy seemed normal enough when you spoke to him on the phone; and his pics certainly made him worth at least one coffee. But he's not here. You sigh. Another flaker?

That's when he bursts out from the kitchen area, dressed in a $5000 suit and scanning the room like a predator. He spots you and marches over, grabbing you by the arm. "We're leaving." he says gruffly.

Before you can protest, he has dragged you out of the shop and into the chauffeur-driven limo that has pulled up outside. He signals the driver and the limo takes off.

You ask him what the hell is going on, but he has his head out the window. "This is the place!" he yells to the driver. The limo screeches to a halt and the tinted windows come down to reveal a large underground carpark. Bane is out and running."Wait in the car!" he yells.

Not a chance. You catch up to him at the elevator. "I told you to wait in the car," he says gruffly. "You should have listened."

The lift deposits you both into a dance-club, filled with spotlights and heavy bass. There's no-one else there... that you can see. Bane puts his finger to his lips and starts creeping towards the bar, sticking to the shadows.

The music shuts off suddenly, leaving a deafening silence. Bane glances back, and you can see the tension in his jaw. His hand strays to his jacket pocket. He motions for you to keep down.

And that's when your mobile rings. It's your best friend with that potential 'bail-out' call... just at the worst possible moment...