Concerned about your physical strength, you workout with Bane and Killer Croc to get swol.

Your day, along with your self esteem, took a drastic nosedive late into the evening. As a most embarrassing occurrence took place which left you bruised and defeated, all while humiliated.

As a villain tends too, you took up a bit of mugging to provide side funds, and saw an elderly woman as prime game.

However, said elderly woman used a combination of pepper spray and an abnormally heavy handbag to defeat you, leaving you both in pain and in doubt of your physicality.

You walked into your apartment, shared by fellow villains Killer Croc and Bane.

Though your living conditions were unorthodox, Bane was adept at finances and general repair, and Croc...ensured that salesman didn't approach.

You threw your equipment on the floor and planted face first into the couch, as Croc was cooking in a 'Kiss The Cook' apron and Bane was attempting to beat Dark Souls.

Croc: What's wrong with you?

You: I don't wanna talk about it.

You lifted yourself up and poured a glass of water into your eyes to relieve the burning pain of pepper spray.

You: How's Dark Souls, Bane?

Bane: Statistically speaking, this game would take an average man at least a week to complete fully, of which I've done in a day.

You: We're far from average, or at least you guys are.

Croc noticed your defeated demeanor.

Croc: Alright, I can't cook in a negative environment like this. What's wrong with you?

You nervously confessed your worry.

You: I...got my ass beat...by a grandma.

Both Croc and Bane looked at you with a brotherly sympathy.

Croc: Damn bro...that's rough.

Bane: Indeed, one mustn't underestimate the strength of the elderly.

You: I just feel so damn weak! If I can't take down an old lady, what chance do I have if one of those do goodies come around!?

Bane: An understandable problem...

Bane stood up.

Bane: With a simple solution.

You: What's that?

Bane: We travel to the gym and flex our strength.

You: I dunno if a gym can help me.

Bane: Of course it can, testosterone is a known ego booster.

You thought for a moment.

You: Well it's either that or go to bed and cry, so let's go.

Bane: Excellent, let's go Croc?

Croc was standing with his freshly made soup.

Croc: Like now? I just finished the soup...

Bane: Put it in the fridge, it will still be good.

Croc mumbles to himself.

Croc: Spent all day making this for it to go in the fridge.

Croc followed you and Bane out of your apartment.

Timeskip, Gym
The three of you walked in, panicking the other gym guests and the owner. A man, unsurprisingly, named Chet.

Chet: Whoa bros! Hold up! I said you guys can show up here after midnight!

You: It's eleven thirty.

Chet: I gotta stay precise, it's how I keep my cardio even, bro.

Croc: Who the hell is bro?

Bane handed Chet a handful of money.

Bane: That's three, year long, memberships worth of money.

Chet relented.

Chet: Enjoy yourselves bros.

You all took to your workout.

You: So, where do we start?

Bane: A healthy workout does not simply occur, allow it to happen naturally.

You: Um...ok?

Croc: Just start sweating and we'll go from there.

You: Okay, seems simple enough, it can't possibly get out of hand from here.

You started lifting weights...

And it got out of hand.

You, Croc, and Bane were all sweating profusely, yelling incoherent encouragement towards each other as you all worked towards your gains.

Croc: Five more reps bro!

Bane: No! Go to the next level bro! Ten reps!

You roared in a testosterone induced rage.

You: No! Fifteen reps! No less!

Bane: Yes! Break the limits bro!

Croc: Do it bro! Do it!

You quickly performed fifteen reps, and after finishing, jumped up off the bench and flexed your muscles.

Your flex attracted Bane and Croc, who also flexed as you did.

You: Bro!

Bane: Bro!

Croc: Bro!

Chet walked in, shirt off and wearing leopard jogging pants.

Chet: Bro!

All Of You: BRO!!!

You all charged out of the gym, prepared to take on any challenge.

Croc: Let's wrestle crocodiles bro!

Bane: Let's fight bats, bro!

Chet: Let's be a general public nuisance, bro!

You: Screw all those! Let's go fight old ladies bros!

Croc: That's intense bro!

Chet: Epic bro!

Bane: Let's go terrorize the elderly, bros!

All Of You: Bros!

You all left the gym, prepared to on the daunting task of fighting grandmas.

Timeskip, your apartment
You and the rest of your once great team of muscular men walked in, or rather limped in, as you were all injured in varying ways.

As it turned out, the group of grandmas you attempted to mug in your workout rage were more than capable of defeating all of you, causing each of you significant harm.

You and Croc day on the couch with a groan, as Bane collapsed on the floor and Chet collapsed on top of him.

Croc: She drop kicked me...what kind of grandma drop kicks people?

You: I think she had a Vietnam flashback...said something about 'them being in the trees'

Bane: Regardless...I've never known such pain and defeat.

Chet: Nice place you guys got here.

You all looked at Chet, and you all collapsed back into your painful groans.

Remember this dear reader; you may be strong, you may be smart, and you may be devious, but never approach a grandma without properly understanding the threat they pose, as they are unpredictable creatures.