Batman Kink Meme
THE BATMAN KINK MEME
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nanakibh here~! For those of you who don't know what these are, allow me to explain. It's a place where you can request fics anonymously and have your deepest, darkest desires be fulfilled. Anon A requests and Anon B writes for the prompt. Easy as that.
★ Request anonymously. Or not. It's really up to you, I suppose.
★ Clearly state ( Read more... )
A District Attorney could use a place like this. Harvey grinned to himself. Gentle clinks of ice and glass echoed from the bar behind him where the billionaire was fixing them a drink, hopefully a strong one. It was almost possible for Harvey to justify his love for this God forsaken city when it was shrouded in darkness. Only street lamps, car lights, and warm houses were visible from this height; no mob bosses, thugs, or corrupt cops could be seen plaguing the city. But he wouldn’t kid himself, he knew they were there. Averting his eyes he grimaced to himself. Gotham’s “White Knight”; that’s what they were calling him. It was starting to seem like not even God himself could save this city. Bruce’s steps grew louder; Harvey forced his expression to one of pleasant amusement.
“Quite a view.” Harvey murmured with a smirk, reaching to take the glass offered before him. Ahh Bourbon. None of that cheap shit. He was too used to alcohol bought on a D.A.’s salary, although, the overall effect was one in the same.
“Yeah, it’ll do…for now.” Bruce shrugged, downing half his glass.
“It’s nice to know someone shares my affinity for Gotham’s well being.” Bruce’s brow furrowed in thought.
“It serves my purpose. As for its well being…that’s your department.” Frowning at his now empty class he turned back purposefully towards the bar. Harvey shook his head. My department. He surveyed the penthouse, with its grandeur and cutting edge technology it seemed much more suitable to house Gotham’s hero than an apartment cluttered with boxes spilling court documents. At least I can walk to work. He chuckled to himself but was swiftly overcome with grief; the weight of saving an un-savable city bearing its full weight upon his shoulders. A soft sigh escaped; did everything have to echo in this damn place? Closing his eyes he downed the whole glass. The burn etched its way down his throat until he felt nothing but a deep calm.
“Can I get you another?” Bruce tipped his glass smilingly in Harvey’s direction. Bruce played the part of the nonchalant bachelor quite brilliantly but he had serious reasons for keeping Harvey in such close company. Harvey was going to take his place as the city’s protector; Gotham’s hero would have a face and it would not be shrouded behind a mask. This was quite evidently weighing down on the new D.A. The handsome face once radiating with confidence and purpose was now etched with lines of worry, his eyes underlined with black circles. Harvey took a seat on a leather barstool, placing his empty glass before Bruce.
“No ice.” Bruce’s raised eyebrows betrayed a hint of shock and amusement but he obeyed filling the glass to the brim with amber. They both drank silently for a few moments, each thinking intently about the other. Bruce glanced back at Harvey’s glass, empty already. Better fill it up again, got to be a good host right? “It’s not me.” Harvey muttered, gazing intensely at no particular object.
“What’s not-” Bruce was cut short.
“I’m not this city’s savior.” He started in on another glass of liquid confidence without hesitation. That’s right Harvey, let it out. This was what Bruce had been waiting for. Preparing for the floodgates to open he helped himself to another drink. “One man can’t do anything. I was fooling myself. It’s this…this city.” He waved his hands lazily across the bar grazing his empty glass. “It’s eating itself from the inside out. Once you’re infected with poison there’s nothing you can do…but wait to die…” He trailed off licking his lips.
“You’re wrong. As a man, you’re right, you can’t do it. But as a symbol…as a symbol you can rebuild this city from its ashes.” He sputtered almost too eagerly. Easy there Bruce…what glass number is this? Who’s counting?
“Easy for you to say…” He mumbled into his glass. Harvey wasn’t even going to harbor under false pretenses any longer.
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“You’re Gotham’s most eligible bachelor, not a care in the world. I’d give anything to be you.” Harvey’s words hit him like a slap to the face. For a moment he stood dumbfounded, his brain sour with alcohol, making a response surprisingly difficult.
“Are you kidding me?” He was struggling to control his anger. “Everybody in this whole Goddamn town think’s you’re the messiah.”
“Yeah, well, they’re wrong…and they’re welcome to it for all I care.” He stumbled lightly off the barstool and only made it a few steps before being slammed into a wall. Bruce’s hands twisted in his shirt, his face barely inches away.
“Do you know, do you even…comprehend what you can be to this city?” He really didn’t need to shout seeing as they could hear each other very well but voice modulation was out of the question at this point. He swallowed hard, closing his eyes for a brief moment to take a breath before boring his eyes into Harvey’s soul. “You can do what no one’s ever done before.” You can be what I couldn’t.
“I can’t.” He breathed, half sobbing. Bruce could see the pain there, the fear lurking inside Harvey’s brain. In one swift movement he crushed his lips on Harvey’s, his hands still twisted through the other man’s shirt. Harvey’s body stiffened, frozen with complete shock. Bruce pulled back slowly averting his eyes.
He moved to turn away but was quickly blocked by hands groping drunkenly at his clothes, lips trying to find there way somewhere familiar and wonderful. There was a mad scrambled to remove clothes; neither was very successful in their current state. Bruce hooked a finger through Harvey’s belt, pulling him forcefully to a rather large bed. Okay, time to gain some composure Bruce. He easily pushed Harvey onto the sheets; Harvey smiling up drunkenly unaware of what’s ahead of him. Bruce’s clothes were off as fast as possible, his naked figure now looming overtop of Dent’s half dressed frame. The fear moves briefly across those eyes again. I know what you’re thinking Dent. You’re ready to fucking let yourself go crazy, to blow your fucking head off. Crawling on top he strokes the angular jaw below. Harvey presses his head back closing his eyes, his hips raising upward, searching for contact.
“I can’t be…what they want.” Leaning in to kiss Harvey’s closed eye lids Bruce runs his fingers lovingly up the lovely, smooth chest beneath him.
“No. You can be so much more.” His reassuring whispers send Harvey into a frenzy. Pulling Bruce’s mouth upon his he seeks entrance with his tongue. Okay, we can play it like that. They both taste the alcohol on each other’s tongues and they’re making like their dieing of thirst. Thrusting his tongue forcefully back against its opponent he brushes his groin against Harvey’s cock. Dent’s moan is guttural and wonton and it’s making Bruce hard, really hard. Fingers move to touch him but he stops them; pressing Harvey’s arms at his sides.
“What do want? Tell me what you need.”
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“You. I need you.” You certainly do. A hand unzips his pants and snakes its way beneath his waistband. Slow, lengthy strokes are doing nothing to calm his nerves. Bruce can’t help but grin as he feels Harvey thrusting his hips, attempting for more contact. Short gasps ring through the engulfing silence. But he’s not getting anything that easy. You know what I want. “More.” Dent’s not really asking, but demanding and it doesn’t bother Bruce, not one bit.
At the beginning of this evening Harvey would have never imagined he’d have a billionaire’s pretty little mouth attached to his cock, but hey, his days are just full of surprises lately. One hand twisted in the sheets, the other in Bruce’s hair pushing for more, but they both know who’s really in control here. Sucking lightly on the tip, swirling his tongue occasionally, Bruce slows to taste Dent; rolling the pre-cum lazily in his mouth like he’s done this a million times before.
“Fuck, Bruce.” Not yet. The hot mouth pulls away. Harvey opens his eyes to watch as Bruce finishes undressing him with a wicked grin. His eyes are glued to Bruce as he watches him saunter over to a drawer by the bed, retrieving lubrication. Once again Harvey finds himself straddled except now with slick fingers at his entrance. One finger, then two pressing on the inside walls of his body. That’s a new sensation. With a quick swipe of Bruce’s fingers Harvey’s ready to do whatever the fuck he wants. At this point he can’t even keep his damn eyes open. Feeling Wayne pressing himself at his entrance he tries to relax every muscle in his body. Ready when you are.
This was the agonizing part. The slow, stretching ache of being completed. Both cried out without restraint. Bruce steadied himself, grasping Harvey’s hips and sliding slowly in and out. The pain, the pleasure, whatever it was Dent wanted more. Bruce was not at all surprised to feel pressure being returned.
“More.” You got it. Moans echo throughout the penthouse, ringing in every corner of every room as Bruce held nothing back. The wet slap of their bodies was barely audible beneath the heavy breathing and grunting. Once, twice Bruce grazed Harvey’s sweet spot and he wasn’t sure he could hold on much longer; he couldn’t even tell if it was his own hand wrapped around his cock, accompanying Wayne’s thrusts. Come on. Bruce watched in anticipation as Harvey tightened below him. With a few more thrusts Harvey spent himself holding onto Bruce, gasping wildly for air. With the company properly attended to Bruce allowed himself to spill into Harvey, gradually slowing to a stop.
They both lay still for a moment, hair sticking to their faces, trembling slightly. When their eyes finally met they both couldn’t help but grin. Laughing slightly Bruce rolled onto his back beside Harvey, his left arm still sprawled across Dent’s chest.
“You can.” Bruce declared.
“I can.” Harvey agreed with a smile.
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It's comfort sex the only way it could be had in Nolanverse, and it's between the two characters who need it the most. :') I love how they see each other, I love that juxtaposition (it's almost the grass is greener on the other side, but it's deeper than that).
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I think I have to add Harvey/Bruce to one of my new favorite pairings.
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