Round One Prompt Post
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Welcome to 'Round One' of The Dark Knight Rises Kink Meme.
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Welcome to 'Round One' of The Dark Knight Rises Kink Meme.
This round will close when it reaches three thousand comments and after two weeks, another prompt post will open.
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John's entire body froze. Fear flooded his senses and the world started to close in. He knew that Bane wasn't joking. His eyes and body language screamed the brutal truth. Now the officer was shivering for a different
kind of reason. He had thought he was careful with keeping the orphans' current location a secret. Every precaution he took was to ensure that the kids were safe until John could evacuate them from the city. Now, to hear that all his hard work has been reduced to nothing, he felt as if he was going to scream.
Bane, who had been watching John have a silent meltdown, broke the silence that followed his previous statement, "I will make you a deal." The tyrant's voice caressed John's hearing in a sickeningly manner, "A moment of your time, in exchange for your precious orphans' lives."
John's eyes widened in shock, "What...what about the officers?"
"I will leave them be as of right now. They are of no major concern. But you, however, have impressed me. So, Officer John Blake, will you accept my deal?"
The dictator reached out his hand, in a twisted way of finishing a business deal. Like this was a business deal, he wasn't given any choice in the matter. Mustering up all the courage that he contained within him, John slowly reached out and shook the other man's hand. His hand was warm and calloused, it spoke of many years of hardship. Strangely, it suited Bane.
Suddenly, John was jerked into Bane's Arms, the tyrant was observing him like a predator would to it's prey. No words were spoken as Bane started to slowly run his hands down John's sides and back. A low rumble could be heard from Bane's mask as he was being assessed. What in the hell was Bane gaining from this? Did he believe he had a weapon on him? He couldn't have one because his guards must have taken them off him when he was knocked out. Those large hands became bolder as they untucked John's shirt. Goose bumps started to form on John when Bane decided that he wanted to touch John's skin and not his clothes.
Trying as hard as he could, John desperately contained any noise from Bane's actions. Some of the places the tyrant was touching was sensitive due to scarring or just being a ticklish spot. John did, however, gasp when Bane turned him around so that his back was towards his front. The bigger man's hands were encasing his nipples in a callous heat. John bit his lower lip. His knees were trembling. He wasn't about to tell his enemy about how much he was enjoying this.
Bane pinched and pulled, rubbed and soothed, over and over until he seemed satisfied that John was nothing more than a puddle in his hands. John couldn't barely stand. His legs were weak, his body was hot. He was aching in places that had been neglected. He couldn't believe he was reduced to this...this MESS because of Bane rubbing his chest. Thank whatever deity that John decided to wear baggy pants that day. He was not about to let Bane have a victory over arousing the poor officer.
After what seemed like years, Bane stopped. John weakly whined as Bane started to arrange his clothes on him. When he was done, Bane turned John around and held him close to him. A shocked gasp escaped John's mouth as he felt Bane's arousal grinding against his. John cried out when a powerful roll of the bigger man's hips sent him over the edge. John clung to Bane as if he was a lifeline, gathering his breath in his post orgasm. Bane did not say a word when he released John. Merely watching the officer gather his wits before speaking once more.
"Very interesting, Mr. Blake. I think I'll be seeing you again."
That was the last thing Bane said before John was consumed in darkness.
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"John....John! Wake up!"
Slowly, the young officer opened his eyes, his vision welcomed reality. Commissioner Gordon himself was staring down at him with concern. John couldn't exactly tell where in the world he was, but it was a warm and more preferable than being in the cold. The older officer gently helped John sit up from what he assumed was a small cot.
Brown eyes assessed the area around him, "Where...How did I get here?"
"You were laying on the side walk when I found you. I thought Bane's men had killed you." Jim confessed as he started to gather clean clothes for him. "We've been searching for you for hours, kid. I honestly thought you were dead." John bit his bottom lip, feeling guilty that he had made the Commissioner and his men search for him.
"I can take care of myself. You should've been worrying about finding the bomb--"
"We need you, Blake." Gordon said sternly. John was shocked to see Gordon turn around and gave him a sincere look, "You're...You're our hope. You keep us going. We haven't had that in a very long time."
Silence fell between the two as Gordon gave John his clothes and left the room. All John could do was stare at the door with a baffled look on his face. Then, after what seemed like forever, John peeled off his clothes and started to dress in his clean ones. He still felt sticky from the night before, but he didn't have anything appropriate to clean himself. So, he would suffer through this and hope and pray that no one asks about his dirtied clothes or where he was last night.
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Gordon and his men were given a few days of peace. During this time, Gordon planned on a smuggling mission to bring food to the occupants in the town hall and to the homeless shelter. Gordon took John and two more men along with him to the town hall while the others were left with the homeless shelter. They began their mission early in the morning and ended towards the early evening. Gordon was satisfied that everything went well. None of Bane's men had disturbed them or the citizens. A pleased smile was plastered on Gordon's face as he and Lucious Fox were talking about the rations and gossip about the trigger.
John was watching from afar. He was standing on the upper level of the hall, watching the entrence and exits with a hawk like precision. The Commissioner approached him once he was done with talking to Fox and quietly told John about the news that he had received.
"Fox says there's a way to scramble to frequency for the trigger." Gordon said softly as he watching the citizens along with John. "We'll have to take a team to the bomb site and attach this device to it." The older officer quickly showed John the device before placing it inside his jacket.
John frowned, "When will we be heading out?"
"Kid, we gotta get some rest and regroup before we go. We don't know if there's any guards around the perimeter and what weapons they have."
"Sir, we can't wait that long. If this can help stop the trigger, then we need to act fast--"
"Blake." Gordon commanded his silence, "We can't afford to go in there blindly. We don't have the fire power nor the numbers to just waltz into a trap."
John bit the inside of his tongue to stop himself from lashing out. He knew that the Commissioner was right, but dammit, people's lives were at stake. "We need someone to scout the area." John stated softly.
"Yes, yes we do." Gordon agreed.
"Let me do it, sir."
"Absolutely not!"
"Sir, I know Gotham like the back of my hand. I know all the best hiding spots and I won't get caught." John begged his case like a child trying to beg for their parents approval. Unfortunately, Gordon wasn't having any of it.
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The younger man was overwhelmed with a sudden feeling of grief. He gently placed a hand on his superior's shoulder, no, not superior, his father figure's shoulder in a comforting manner. The two shared a look, a look of understanding that no matter what, John was going to do this whether Gordon had forbade him. The older man stared into John's warm brown eyes with a teary look.
"I promise, I'll be safe. I won't let you or Gotham down." John whispered soothingly.
Jim nodded and sniffed. He gently patted Blake's hand and turned to go downstairs, "Tell the others we're leaving in five. We're going to regroup and begin discussing about evacuating citizens." John nodded solemnly as he watched his father figure disappear down the hall.
Before John could relay the message, Miranda Tate appeared behind him. He would deny it if anyone told him that he jumped slightly in fright. Miranda smiled warmly as she took in the young man's face as John weakly smiled.
"Miss Tate, what can I do for you?" Miss Tate watched as John placed his shotgun down. She leaned against the railing to look at the people below her. They didn't say anything for a few moments, just standing in each other's company in silence. John, however, broke it by addressing the scientist once more, "Well, I don't mean to be rude, but I need to notify the men about---"
"Tell me, Mr. Blake...You seem so passionate about justice." Miranda softly stated, a small smile graced her beautiful face as she watched the other people below her. "What drives you to protect those more unfortunate?"
It took several seconds for John to reply, but when he did, he did it with confidence, "Those kids at the orphanage." John softly replied. Miranda, who was watching the bodies below her, moved her attention to the young officer, "When I was little, my mom was killed in a car accident...My dad, well, he was murdered. I grew up in a world having to take care of myself and others. The orphanage was my home and my family." A gentle smile forms on John's face, "I always wanted to be a cop so that I could keep kids off the street. I've seen the horrible things people would do to them." He turns to look Miranda in the eye, "No child should ever have to grow up like that. Even if it takes me my life time, I'll do whatever it takes to protect those who are far worse than I am."
Miranda didn't say a word as she turned to face John fully. The man turned as well as Miranda searched his face for what seemed like the truth, her eyes sharp. Then, after a few moments, Miranda smiled, "Do you believe that Gotham is worth saving?"
John did not hesitate, "Yes."
"Why?"
"Because there are still good people in this city. Those who want to change the future for good, like Bruce Wayne."
"Do you honestly think that one man, like him, could change things for good?"
"Yes."
Silence fell upon them. Blake was starting to become tired of the woman's assessing looks. He honestly had nothing to prove to her. "Look, Miss Tate--"
"Though your belief's of Gotham are clouded, you have a good heart." Miranda suddenly said, "I approve greatly." She moves pass John to the darkened corridor without another word. John was left feeling a bit lost as to why Miss Tate had approached him.
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Gordon and his men were successful in attaining the frequency disrupter. Now came the hard part. The plan. Gordon, John and a few select men were quietly discussing hiding spots around the bombs location for espionage. Afterwards, the men were left to do as they pleased for the rest of the night. Blake was in his room of the safe house, staring at a broken clock, watching the hands tick but never moving forward. He was listening intently to the noises of the house. When he heard nothing but a few snores and the sounds of rats pattering around, the young officer quietly escaped the safe house and into the snowy streets of Gotham.
For this occasion, he brought his taser, walkie-talkie, and gun if he were to run into trouble. Gordon was going to MURDER him if he knew that he was gone. Their team had already formed a plan to scout the area, but he didn't want to risk another one of Gordon's men. He was going to do this alone and do it fast and efficiently.
It took John a good two hours to make his way to the bomb site. He was hiding in the shadows, watching with hawk like precision if anyone was coming and going. Fortunately for him, no one seemed to be out and about. There were no guards infront or behind it. He prowled around the area from all sides. No sign of life. No sounds except the winter winds soft whispers.
He went another round with examining the site. Blake acquired a good amount of information regarding the safety of the site and decided to leave after a good couple of hours. By that time, John was shivering a bit uncomfortably. He was looking forward to being in his warm bed, sleeping.
But unfortunately, life had other plans for him and his world faded into darkness.
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He didn't know which deity he pissed off, but he must've pissed off the head honcho for his luck. The young officer slowly came back to consciousness with a head ache and the feeling of being watched. This time, when John awoke, he was laying on the stage of the old Gotham Opera House, the location where Bruce Wayne's parents were murdered just behind it in the alleyway. The entire place was covered in darkness. The only light that shined through the darkness was the light from the holes in the roof. The snow fell gently down and shined in the darkness.
Slowly, the young officer brought himself up to his feet. From what he could tell, the large curtains were closed, the area in which the audience was to be seated was empty, and the area where the orchestra was supposed to be was empty, save for a camera recorder.
Immediately he was on high alert. Someone had brought him and was watching him at this very moment. Though he appeared calm and collected on the outside, John was starting to slightly panic. He was formulating a plan to escape without possibly dying. Without a moment's hesitation, Blake started to exit the stage but was stopped when the lights miraculously came on and blinded him. He hissed in pain as his eyes were assaulted with bright lights. He couldn't have seen the person coming after him from behind because he was to busy searching for whoever was controlling the spotlights.
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"Bane." John hissed, thrashing round blindly to find the tyrant. He couldn't see where the man was, he believed that he was hiding in front of him due to the sounds were directed infront of him. A chuckle echoed through the air as the lights went out. John growled as he was, once again, in complete darkness. His eyes stung and white spots danced behind his eyes. The officer couldn't get his barrings until it was to late.
The tyrant was behind him. Much like last time he encountered Bane, he was back to chest to the larger man. This time, Bane decided that he was going to tie a clothe around John's eyes instead of binding his wrists. At least he would be able to fight Bane, even if it was a blind struggle.
Good evening, officer. Bane hissed through his mask as he was dragging John with him to collect the camera that was placed in front of them. "It seems you have been snooping around.
"Oh nooooo. I was taking a stroll around Gotham on this fine, snowy night. I couldn't sleep and I thought, why not go to the harbor?" Blake wasn't to blame if his filter was turned off when he was panicking.
Once more, Bane's rugged chuckle filled the air as he dragged the other man into the inner stage beyond the curtains. "How adorable. A little pup that has a bark and no bite."
"I've got a bite. Let me go and I'll show you." John snarled as he was tossed to the floor. He could have torn the abstraction on his face, but he waited to hear what the villain wanted. "So, I guess you kidnapped me because you wanted to talk about the weather."
"No, Mr.Blake. I've brought you here because I need your help in sending a message."
"A message to who?"
"Mr. Bruce Wayne."
John's entire body froze. He could barely breathe as Bane approached him. He tried to shuffle backwards but Bane caught his right ankle and dragged him back towards the larger man once he was sitting on the floor with John.
"He's alive?"
"Oh yes, he is." The larger man nonchalantly says as he grabs John's wrists and cuffs them together with some strange device.
"Where did you take him? Where is he? What did you do to him?"
Bane did not say a word as he started to undress John. He started with unbuttoning his jacket and shirt, revealing pale skin and a lithe body that had a bit of muscles finely tuned into it. The larger's man's hands roamed down towards his hips, calloused thumbs rubbed and traced the skin there in a reverent way.
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He wasn't going to think about that. No. He couldn't.
"He's somewhere where no one can find him." Bane hissed softly, "You shouldn't concern yourself with such things, young one."
"Fuck off!" John hissed, earning himself an amused laugh from Bane.
Then, out of no where, a loud BANG rang through the air. It was right above his head on the floor. John tugged at his bindings, but didn't move far. Bane anchored his cuffs to the floor so that John couldn't escape.
What in the hell was he planning?
Bane slowly brought the camera towards him. "Greetings, Mr. Wayne. I do hope you're enjoying your stay. I'm sorry we can't accommodate you to something more...of your tastes." John froze as he listened to Bane talking to the camera. "Don't fret, your precious Gotham is still in one piece." The police officer gritted his teeth at Bane's mocking tone, "Your friend, however, may or may not be once I'm done with him."
Blake's eyes widened in horror as Bane placed a hand over his heart, "Oh, I know all about this young one. You think you can hide everything from me? I, Bane, who leads the League of Shadows in the name of Ra's al Ghul?" A soft whimper escaped John's mouth as his neck was being held hostage in Bane's large hand. "You have much to learn, Mr. Wayne. It's a shame that you did not accept Ra's offer. Such a waste of potential." His attention was then directed to John himself, "But you see, where Ra's has failed, I have succeeded. This young one has the potential and I intend to show him the way."
"Way...? What fucking way? Are you insane---" He was hushed by Bane covering his mouth.
"When Gotham falls, the blood of the wicked will stain the earth. But from it, a new era will arise and a civilization that we, the League, will have created. And when Gotham falls, your precious little protege will be our newest ally."
John was screaming furiously now at Bane. If he were any more of a man, tears wouldn't be streaming down his face. He wanted to bite Bane's hand, but he couldn't. He was scared. Scared for Bruce, scared for Gotham, scared for his own life.
"So I leave this parting gift to you, Mr. Wayne. Let it be known that I did not show you any kindess. Your legacy will be safe within my hands."
With that, Bane shut the camera off and placed it away from the two of them.
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I'm so looking forward to the next installation. ;D
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