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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"I trust him."
It took but a few words from Talia al Ghul to convince her father not to excommunicate Bane from his organization. To Ra's al Ghul, the man was vicious and inelegant. A simple brute, nothing more, not worthy of the League of Shadows. But his guilt over his wife's death and his daughter's suffering was something that Talia would forever hold over him, and he found it near impossible to refuse her anything.
It's true that Talia trusted Bane, her friend and savior, but that had little to do with why she wanted to keep him around. She couldn't very well let her father dispose of her favorite plaything, now could she?
Even before Bane was relegated to be Talia's bodyguard, he had always thought of himself as her protector and often found some excuse to patrol the hallway outside her bedroom, stopping and standing by the door when no one else was around. And Talia always knew; the sound of his heavy footsteps was familiar and unmistakable, and the sound of them stopping was even better.
As she became a young woman, around the age of thirteen, her love and respect for Bane blossomed into a full-fledged crush. And on those nights when the heavy footsteps stopped outside her door, Talia would fake a violent nightmare, her mischief rewarded by Bane bursting into the room to comfort her. She was a very good actress and the tears that spilled down her cheeks as she mumbled about the pit were very real. Bane would pull her close, into his arms and into his lap, as he assured her that they were out of the pit and never had to return. Talia would close her eyes, press herself against him, and wish that they were more than just friends as she fell back asleep against his chest.
In a few years' time, Talia had grown bolder. She was a woman now, fully grown with a woman's body. She may have been surrounded by ninjas but they weren't very stealth when it came to the leers and lingering gazes that fell mostly on her breasts. The majority of them were tall and handsome, strong and deadly. But she cared nothing for them; she cared only for the one they considered a monster, a scarred hulk of a man. It was beyond laughable how far off they were. But none of them had known Bane in the pit, the shy, quiet teenager with the plush smiling lips and curious eyes. They didn't know how intelligent he was, about the stash of books he shared only with Talia or the many languages he had attempted to teach her. No, they knew only the tragic result of an act of love.
Talia's heart still pounds like it did on the day when she remembers it, the day the other prisoners realized the little boy with the shaved head was actually a girl. She remembers the wildness in their eyes as they practically foamed at the mouth to get at her, to subject her to the same disgusting fate as her mother. Even with Bane as her protector, it was only a matter of time. There was nowhere to run and there were too many of them to fight. Talia was scared, naturally, but she was also angry. Angry that she wasn't just a little bigger, angry that she lacked the skill to wield a sword, for she would have loved nothing more than to avenge her mother in a flurry of blood and severed limbs. But she was small and weak. She was going to die and get her best friend killed in the process.
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Talia choked back a sob as Bane disappeared, buried under the bodies of his attackers. She wiped at her eyes and looked down at the stone ledge she was standing on, then at the ledge across from her, then finally at the chasm between them. It's true that fear is what drove her. But not fear for herself, or the fear of falling. It was fear that her friend would die in vain if she failed, and Talia wasn't going to let that happen. So Talia leapt, fingers bloodied as they gripped the jagged stone, and used every ounce of energy she had, fueled by the fear and anger coursing through her veins, to pull herself up. She climbed out of the pit but didn't dare look back down into it. She pulled a cloth up over her head to protect herself from the sun and set out across the desert to find the father of whom her mother had spoken so wistfully.
It took almost two years to find him, for Talia knew nothing of the world apart from what she had read in Bane's books, and Ra's al Ghul was a hard man to find anyway. He fell to his knees when Talia told him who she was, told him of the horrors in the pit. Ra's thought he was the one being punished and that his wife and child were living comfortably in some palace. Lonely and sad, perhaps, but safe. It took very little urging on Talia's part to get Ra's to return to the pit. In fact, it's likely that he was already formulating a plan as the words "avenge mother" passed her lips.
And return they did, in full force, with an army of strange men. Talia gave detailed descriptions of her mother's attackers easily, their cruel faces burned into her memory. She watched from the top of the pit with mixed emotions, delighted as her father literally tore them apart, but disappointed that she wasn't allowed to come down there and do it herself. Only when the pit was purged did Ra's al Ghul deem it safe enough for his daughter to descend and give her opinion on which of the prisoners should be spared and rescued. She pointed out the old man who always shared his food with her, and the younger man who carved toys for her out of stone. It wasn't until she turned the corner into her old cell to look for said toys that she saw him.
Bane sat in a dark corner, slumped forward with his hands draped over his knees, battered and seemingly broken. It was his pinkie that Talia noticed first, permanently crooked as if it had been broken and unable to heal correctly. It was remarkable that his finger should be the first thing to catch her eye considering the strange contraption covering most of his face - a twisted metal plate, crude and rusted, with dirty tubes running through it into his nose and mouth. It was large but not big enough to hide the deep red scars surrounding his lips. Scars that matched the ones on his scalp, his neck, and every other bit of exposed skin.
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It had been ten years since Bane rescued Talia from the pit, and eight years since she rescued him in return. She was sixteen years old now, bold and passionate, and knew exactly what she wanted. Bane never responded to her flirting, nor to the often filthy things she'd say to provoke him. She didn't fake nightmares on the nights he stood outside her door anymore. Instead she touched herself, moaning loud enough for Bane to hear as she explored her body. The thought of Bane listening turned her on, and she didn't have to fake anything as she brought herself off with an aching hand working feverishly between her legs. She fantasized about him coming in then, his eyes wild with lust as he takes off his clothes and makes her come again, this time with him inside her.
But he never did. He never even gave any indication that he'd heard her, just pretended like nothing happened. Talia silently cursed him for being the only decent man in the whole damn organization. Sometimes she wished he was the monster everybody thought he was, a monster who would come into her room late at night and take her savagely. Twist his fingers into her hair and force her down onto his cock, wrap his huge hands around her slender waist with a bruising force as he takes her viciously from behind. But he wasn't a monster. He was an honorable man who loved her too much to do any of the filthy things she dreamed about.
Two years of longing and frustration later, it was Talia's eighteenth birthday and she was determined to mend her situation. Her father insisted on throwing a lavish party, saying she deserved it for turning out to be such an exemplary student. She matched the men in hand-to-hand combat and far surpassed them in agility and grace. Talia was hardly honored by the festivities; it just seemed to be an excuse for everyone to get drunk and pay her unwanted attention. That and the fact that Bane wasn't even allowed in the banquet hall had her fuming silently all through dinner. Even her father's present, a gleaming new sword with a golden hilt that shone like the sun, couldn't lift her spirits. She thanked him politely and excused herself, claiming exhaustion.
Talia strode purposefully back to her quarters, confident that Bane would be waiting outside her door like he always was. She didn't really know what to say and had half-decided to not say anything at all, just shove him into her bedroom and onto her bed and have her way with him. She stopped short when she turned the corner and nobody was there. Talia remained still, listening for footsteps, but there were none. With a sigh of disappointment, she slipped into her room and kicked off her sandals.
Talia padded over to her vanity, removing the gold hoops from her ears and pushing the gold bangles off her wrists. She slipped the diamond-encrusted jade pins from her hair and watched it fall in loose waves around her face with a wry smile. Her father preached about balance and equality yet insisted on dressing her in the finest silks and adorning her with precious metals and rare gems like some kind of princess.
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But Bane's not here, she reminded herself, and a thought occurred to her as she stared into the mirror. What if he left? What if he thought, because she was an adult now, she didn't need him anymore? The thought was enough to make Talia rush back over to her discarded sandals; she'd need them if she was going to do a frantic search of the entire grounds. As she bent to pick them up, however, she felt a breeze at her back and turned around in confusion. The doors to her balcony were open and she immediately grabbed the dagger off the end table, cursing herself for not having noticed earlier.
She stepped quietly to the doors, slipping out onto the balcony silently like the ninja she had become, and relaxed at the sight of the unmistakable silhouette that leaned against the railing.
"Bane, what are you doing out here?" she asked softly, tucking the dagger into a potted plant next to the door.
Bane turned around, his eyes drifting down over her body before he could stop himself. Her arms were bare and he could already see goosebumps forming in the cool night air. His first instinct was to drape his jacket over her shoulders but he knew too well how Talia responded to innocent acts of chivalry. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you come in," he said, his eyes crinkling in that way that let Talia know he smiling even if she couldn't see his mouth. "I came to give you your birthday present and, as I was deciding whether to leave it here for you or await your return, I was distracted by the moonlight."
Talia looked up at it silently and closed the space between them to stand at Bane's side.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" he asked.
"I suppose," she replied, "but what I find beautiful others usually find grotesque." Bane looked down at her with hurt in his eyes. "I don't care what they think," she continued, with fierce grey eyes, "I love you."
"I love you too, Talia-" he said, but was cut off by Talia violently shaking her head.
"No. Not like that. I love you. I'm in love with you. I want you." She moved closer, pressing the curves of her body against his solid mass. "I want us to be lovers."
Bane clasped his hands over her shoulders, holding her in place as he moved away. "Talia, I can't. I swore to protect you."
"You can still protect me. Why are you pushing me away?"
"I could never take advantage of you like that. No matter how much I might-" He cut himself off, lowering his gaze in shame.
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Bane trembled and opened his clenched eyes to give her a pleading gaze. He looked absolutely wrecked, and Talia moved in for the kill. "It's my birthday, Bane," she murmured, pushing the straps of her gown down over her shoulders and revealing her body to him in the moonlight as the silk garment fell in a puddle around her bare feet, "Just give me what I want."
Bane's eyes traveled up and down her body, drinking in the sight. An almost imperceptible groan passed his lips, and he reached out to place a hand on Talia's waist. Her breath hitched, body shuddering from more than just the cold as his hand moved slowly upward, fingers grazing her ribcage and thumb brushing against her breast. Talia gasped as he lifted her suddenly and carried her back into the bedroom, kicking the balcony doors shut behind him.
It wasn't rough like she'd fantasized about. He didn't take her savagely or force her to do anything. It was slow and gentle and considerate. It was perfect.
But Talia al Ghul wanted more.
She loved Bane, but she also resented him. Resented him for making her wait, for making her practically beg him to fuck her. He should have been the one begging. He should have wanted her so bad it hurt and should have been willing to do anything to get her. She wanted to please Bane, but she also wanted to punish him.
During every sexual encounter that followed, she pushed boundaries. Tested the limits of what she could get away with. She made him do things, made him say things. Hurt him, humiliated him. Tied him up, gagged him. Removed the gag to make him beg for her pussy. She would dig her fingernails into his scar tissue as she rode him, taking wicked enjoyment from the grunts and grimaces her actions elicited.
But it was his most excruciating pain that gave her the most pleasure - forcing Bane to remove his mask so that he could go down on her. She knew it was all he could do to keep from screaming, knew that he probably wanted nothing more than to throw his mask back on and never again let this woman submit him to such cruelty. But he simply trembled, locking his jaw and gritting his teeth momentarily before pushing his head between her thighs and suffering in silence.
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She'd push him onto his back and pin him to the bed, sink down onto his cock with a wanton moan and tell him how amazing it was. Tell him what a big, beautiful cock he has and how it's the only thing he's good for. She never let him finish until she had orgasmed at least twice.
Over the months, Talia realized that there were no limits. Bane loved her unconditionally and truly would do anything for her. It frightened her a little, having that kind of power over another person, but it felt far too good to stop. Bane belonged to her in every way, and she wasn't going to give him up for anything. So she convinced her father to let him stay on as her personal bodyguard. A little demeaning, perhaps, but that didn't bother her.
Talia celebrated her nineteenth birthday with a riding crop and wore herself out so completely that she fell fast asleep seconds after release. She awoke sometime in the night to find Bane gone as usual, not wanting to be discovered there by her father. There was a small box and a note from Bane on the pillow next to her. Forgot to give this to you last year. Happy Birthday.
She untied the ribbon and opened the box, her eyes filling quickly with tears at what she saw. It was her mother's necklace, the one she remembered so vividly being ripped off of her mother's neck before she was thrown to the ground and raped. Talia lifted it out of the box with a shaking hand. Why had Bane kept this from her? Did he think it would upset her? And if so, why is he giving it to her now? Is this his way of getting back at her?
Talia gritted her teeth and put the necklace on, her mind buzzing and burning with questions. She lay awake for hours, thinking of new ways to punish Bane.
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Oh my God, Talia is just so perfectly cruel. The build up as she began to realize what she wanted and tried to tease him into giving it to her? Happy sighs!
It killed me that she made him take his mask off to go down on her. I had wondered if he’d be able to perform cunnilingus at all and then you delivered it so amazingly and believably! I can imagine how desperate it might make him to have her orgasm so he could put his mask back on, all the while filled with guilt for wanting to stop pleasuring the woman who was going to bring about a change to the world.
And then…this line “Tell him what a big, beautiful cock he has and how it's the only thing he's good for.” was just perfect! A beautiful, powerful woman objectifying and demeaning an equally powerful man…who just so happens to be helplessly in love with her.
The whole thing is amazing! <3
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Let me hold you. Let me hold and comfort your gorgeously huge abs, and beautiful eyes. It's okay, pumpkin.
Wow, at this fic. There's so much angst and confusion and hurt and cruelty. I'm not usually into non-slash stories and it did hurt me how she was treating him but this was amazing! You're really good. Admittedly I just skimmed over this at first but I hope I get to see more of your stuff.
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I have trouble looking past the flaws in my writing so I really appreciate the feedback.
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