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There were many different ways that a man could live in shadow and Bane knew them all by name. He knew how shadows could wrap around a soul and leave nothing but bones; how shadows could become a blanket; how shadows could become a person, or a person could become shadows. He’d never quite been…
Eerily appropriate for the commission I’m working on.
His men stood around the broken body of the Batman, some of them, long time citizens of Gotham, were still amazed at who they saw behind the cracked and broken mask. A few weren’t sure whether he was alive or dead. Either way, Bane had instructed them to move him to the inner rooms of the compound, to prepare him for travel. Mr. Wayne was about to learn what hell really was.
To assure a quiet trip for everyone involved Bane knocked him out. It was a kindness, really, as the longer he was unconscious the longer he would avoid the agony of a broken back. And it was most certainly broken. He’d heard the crack, felt the vertebrae move as he bent him over his thigh like a ragdoll. His men had removed the ridiculous suit of useless armor, his weapons, his cape, his cowl. Now he was just a limp, comatose man, lying on the cement, no different from anyone else on the street. Bane couldn’t help but laugh. Bruce stirred, his eyes moving beneath the lids, his lips making words no one could hear. Bane leaned in closer, his arms on either side of him.
“M…Miran…da…flood it…Miranda…”
Miranda.
“Happy Birthday, Bane!”
Bane cringed inwardly at the glittering foil-wrapped box on the table before him. He had already suffered through numerous indignities for the sake of Talia’s desire to celebrate his cursed existence, having sat through being serenaded by his men and wearing a cone-shaped…
I KIND OF LOVE YOU.
“Time to get up.”
She struggled to raise her head, open her eyes, but she felt so heavy. Her body had been re-cast in lead.
Boots crunched over broken glass, each step a memory: a rock through a window, a stray bullet, a wine glass meeting a wall. “Talia. Time to get up.”
“I can’t,” she…
Drabble based on the idea that Bane is actually still Tom Hardy-hot under his mask and just pretends to be disfigured. AU obviously.
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“Break’s over, Em. Better hop-to before Donna finds your lazy ass back here!”Em scowled and playfully flipped her co-worker the bird. “Yeah, yeah.”…
guys
i’m having that kind of awesome night where I’m finding all sorts of excellent fandom things
title: and more again
fandom: the dark knight rises
rating: PG ( i used the word ‘lover’. that deserves a PG rating.)
pairing: talia/bane
prompt:Bane is excommunicated from the League of Shadows and Talia goes to find him… Seven months pregnant when she arrives.
notes: this is fairly fluffy and domestic. i don’t usually do that so…enjoy. and it’s pretty much an AU.
And there we go. ANOTHER PUNCH IN THE HEART.
(via banextalia)
He’d given up on her before, in the years after she’d climbed out of the pit, when he was sick, injured, too weak to try the climb himself. Defeated, he sat on the stones and listened to the stories of the girl who climbed out then watched men fall to their deaths trying to jump without the rope. People started to wonder if the girl had ever been real. She became a legend while he faded away.
In the time before she returned he taught himself meditation, the key to closing yourself off by being completely open. Everyone, he learned, endures pain; but we must choose to acknowledge the suffering. And he suffered. He suffered at the hands of anyone he’d made suffer before him, anyone who realized he was at a disadvantage now in his constant agony, his drug induced stupor, his cluttered mind. He was broken. At night, when the doctor adjusted his spine and tinkered with the mask, when he cried out like an infant because there was never enough relief, Bane would ask him to cut his throat once he’d fallen asleep, to let him die while dreaming about her.
“And when she comes back for you?” The doctor said, “what do I tell her then?”
And so the mask was for her. He wore it to stay alive until she came back and found him, until he could kiss her goodbye.
This is where I’m going to attempt to compile all of the B/T fics I’ve enjoyed thus far. This sticky post will be updated from time to time, obviously. Suggestions/recommendations are always welcome :)
I approve of all of these. I added the link to her list and a few more recommendations to my own list.
When she’s sure he’s asleep Talia kisses the back of his head and turns off the lights. She didn’t tell him that she wouldn’t be back for at least six months. She didn’t want to leave him that way. Not again. Before the guards come to escort her out she sees the girl.
There’s always a girl, no matter where he settles. The men find him a companion, a caretaker, a pet. She knows there’s more to the girl’s job description but chooses not to think about that. She drove him away years ago. His bed was no longer her business.
“He’s sleeping,” she tells the girl.
“Oh, ok.”
oh my god.
(Pre TDKR)
The mask comes off.
But only rarely, and only for a select few people, and only for a short time. He’s always let her help him since she won’t wince at the scarring around his eyes and mouth, how pale his skin is, the blue white cast of his lips, like a corpse, the metal ports in the back of his skull that make him look factory made. Because she’s the only one who remembers that he isn’t. She won’t back away when he chokes on the first breaths of fresh air, unfamiliar, too fragrant and too empty, delivering nothing but worthless oxygen. No one else can be there. He won’t allow it. He won’t let anyone else see how quick the strength dissolves into quivering weakness. He won’t let anyone else see him beg for her to put it back on.
Yes. Thanks, anon!
