In the post-credits Bane says to Batman: “Tee Aetric Aelite and Dee Seption, powerful agents to the uninitiated, but we are initiated, aren’t we Bruce; members of the League of Shadows…”
Who are Tee and Dee and why does Bane mention them? Are they cut characters from the same agency as CIA?

My (M43) Georgian rendezvouser, Masketta Man (M34), showed up with my prize, Dr. Pavel (M63), in a Mitsubishi Pajero (1985) at a black site somewhere in the plains of Uzbekistan. I handed over a briefcase containing a large sum of money ($3,000,000) to Masketta Man in exchange for Dr. Pavel, when his (2) hired guns (Norinco Type 56-1) escorted a small number (3) of hooded men over to me. Annoyed by this, I told Dr. Pavel that he didn't get to bring friends (0), but Masketta Man said that there was no charge for them ($0). It was a very suspicious offer, but he assured me that these (3) men were after my prize and that they also worked for a certain mercenary. My neck veins popped out in excitement as I asked him, "Bane?" He nodded in agreement ("Aye"). I ordered my Special Forces unit, AKA my (5) hired guns (MK18 Mod 0), to get them on board my aircraft (Embraer EMB 110 Bandeirante), which had a foreign registration number (ZS-NVB), the first two letters being part of the South African civil aircraft registration country code. My aircraft also had a decent passenger capacity (18), a top speed of 411 km/h (255 mph) at an altitude of 2,440 m (8,005 ft), and was the same color as my windbreaker (navy blue). I told my (5) men that I'd call Ittin (M??). (Note: I've never met Ittin in person.) Before my (5) men took Dr. Pavel and my (3) prisoners aboard, I took note that Smee (M31), who was always chewing bubble gum on important missions, looked confused, but obeyed my order, nonetheless.

While we were in the early stages of our flight, we flew low to avoid detection. I made up some lie about how only one (1) of the prisoners was included on my flight plan in order to scare them all into talking. I proceeded to intimidate my (3) prisoners by using "enhanced interrogation techniques" which were authorized by officials of the Bush administration (POTUS 43), whereby I'd threaten to shoot them as their torsos were hanging out of the open cargo door, forcing them to be exposed to the high wind speeds of 341-411 km/h (212-255 mph), before throwing them out of my plane. The first (2) prisoners didn't talk, even after I fired my gun (Heckler & Koch USP Compact) into the air, but the last (1) did by mocking me and my methods!

Smee closed the large cargo door so that I could ask the talkative prisoner who he was, but he said it didn't matter and that only his plan mattered. I then took off his prisoner's hood, which was made of a double layer of breathable fabric that didn't weigh much (2 oz.), and it was revealed to be Bane (M34)!

Bane had quite a reputation at the Agent (C) since his mask was so unique. He confirmed this by telling me that no one cared who he was until he started wearing it. I asked him if he would die if I pulled off his mask, and I was surprised to hear him say that it would be "extremely painful." It wasn't clear if that was a threat, but I was nervous, so I played it off by offering a retaliatory mocking rejoinder where I made fun of his massive stature by calling him a "big guy." To this day, I've never been able to decipher his cryptic response (4U).

Interrogating Bane was quite enjoyable until I was rudely interrupted by Maimen (M29). It's possible that he only has one word in his vocabulary ("Sir") like a common Pokémon. To be fair, Maimen may have been trying to warn me about the unexpected turbulence since it became a little bumpy.

Suddenly, Bane broke out of his zip tie, which was made of a specific type of nylon (66), threatened to crash my plane with no survivors (0), and immediately punched me in the face (oof). I couldn't believe that any of this was happening since I was in charge here. My (3) men at the front of the plane were shot by (4) armed (IMI Mini Uzi) paratroopers right outside of the cabin while my other (2) men in the back were assaulting the (2) bound and unarmed prisoners. I think I was knocked out because I don't remember anything after that until I heard Bane's voice again. He was talking to Juan (M30), who I think was Bane's sibling. For some reason, they were discussing the rapid oxidation of a material in the exothermic chemical process of combustion, releasing heat, light, and various reaction products (🔥).

Daylight entered my vision after regaining more of my consciousness, and I saw that all of the parachutes had disappeared, probably blown out of the colossal hole in the fuselage. Additionally, I failed to prepare a backup plan if I survived the landing by using the Fulton surface-to-air recovery system (STARS), also known as Skyhook, which was developed under the Truman administration (POTUS 33). However, I did remember some of my psychic training that I learned when I was an early recruit, initially developed under the Nixon administration (POTUS 37), which would eventually be known as the Stargate Project, and ultimately terminated under the Clinton administration (POTUS 42). Basically, I had to astral project my consciousness in order to remote view where Dr. Pavel and Bane were located so that I could share this with Ittin.

Something very disturbing was revealed: Dr. Pavel and Bane were on another plane (Lockheed C-130 Hercules), which had a much bigger passenger capacity (92), a top speed of 590 km/h (370 mph) at an altitude of 6,100 m (20,000 ft), and a curious registration number (N121TG), the first letter being part of the United States civil aircraft registration country code! This was clearly an inside job, and I knew that I couldn't trust anyone other than the Divine Creator Himself, Bravo Nolan (M41).

After converting my special-use windbreaker into a crude wingsuit, I snapped Juan's neck, climbed over him and a few more seats, jumped out of my torn aircraft, glided as far away as I could from the crash site, and landed in a river. Due to the severe injuries that I suffered, I couldn't move that much and floated down the river for a while. Since I am partially made of a glow-in-the-dark material, some local fishermen discovered me by nightfall and then rushed me to a nearby hospital. I ran away as soon as I could and decided to go into exile. All of these failures and betrayals are causing me to have an identity crisis.

Am I CIA?

TL;DR: Masketta Man (M34) delivered Dr. Pavel (M63) with his hired guns (Norinco Type 56-1) for a briefcase full of money ($3,000,000) while offering (3) more prisoners at no charge ($0) to me (M43). After reluctantly agreeing to take them, I failed to check their identities before having my (5) hired guns (MK18 Mod 0) allow them to board my aircraft (Embraer EMB 110 Bandeirante) with a foreign registration number (ZS-NVB), and Smee (M31) appeared to question my order while chewing gum. Of all my (3) prisoners, including those (2) who were not intimidated by my gun (Heckler & Koch USP Compact), only one (1) of them decided to talk, which turned out to be Bane (M34). I called him a "big guy" and he gave a mysterious response (4U). During my interrogation of Bane, Maimen (M29) interrupted me and then we were attacked by (4) armed (IMI Mini Uzi) paratroopers. I lost all (3) of my men to gunfire in the front of the cabin, while my other (2) men in the back were violating Article 3(1) of the 1949 Geneva Conventions. I was knocked out by Bane until I regained consciousness later while he was talking to his brother, Juan (M30), who was going to be left behind since they believed the lie I told about my flight plan including only one (1) of them. After remote viewing (Stargate Project), I discovered that Dr. Pavel and Bane were on another plane (Lockheed C-130 Hercules) which, upon cursory research of the registration number (N121TG), is owned by a registered US Federal Government contractor, International Air Response (IAR). At the end of the day, I failed my black ops mission that was code named "Operation Early Bird" (Operation 98H1), wasted government money, my men are dead, my plane has crashed, I'm missing in action with a few injuries, Dr. Pavel was kidnapped by Bane, and this whole thing was probably an inside job.

You're a big budget.

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