Round Two Prompt Post
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Welcome to 'Round Two' of The Dark Knight Rises Kink Meme.
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Welcome to 'Round Two' of The Dark Knight Rises Kink Meme.
This round will close when it reaches four thousand comments and after two weeks, another prompt post will open.
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Bane inhales. Rasps, inflectionlessly, “I can see that.”
“This is the thorn in your side,” she says, fingers curling over John's shoulder again. “John Blake. Gordon's pet detective; friend to Bruce Wayne. He has been giving our men some trouble.”
“Friend to Bruce Wayne,” Bane says, giving the name special weight, as if he can taste it behind his mask. His tone gives John no doubt that Bane knows precisely who Bruce Wayne really is. Bane's eyes fall to John with curious interest, gaze piercing him. He feels like a bug pinned to a card, under Bane's gaze.
“Keep him,” Miranda says, her voice ringing out confidently. None of the men present are speaking. “He has outlasted his usefulness on the outside. His capture will demoralize Gordon and the others. It will distract them.”
Bane looks to her again. His gaze rests on the bruise on her cheek. “Did he strike you?”
“It is nothing.”
“I have no need for him,” Bane says.
“He has spark in him,” says Miranda. “He will be difficult to crush, this one. And he can do less mischief here.”
“I could kill him now.”
“No,” Miranda says, beautiful and reckless as John has never seen her. Her eyes shine with the light of a fanatic. “Take your comfort from him. Break his spirit. I want to see you do it.”
Bane just watches her.
And then something incredible happens. She steps forward, closing the space that stands between her and the monster. John works his throat to speak, to shout, still stupid from the head injury, struggling to parse all this. Bane looks down at her. Impossibly, foolishly, she raises a hand to clasp the side of his face, right where the mask digs into his skin.
“He will be good for you, my friend,” she says, and she rises on tiptoe to press a light kiss just underneath Bane's eye.
He could crush her. He could pull her spine out through her chest and tear her head from her body as easily as one would pluck the wings off a butterfly.
And instead, all he does is blink, for the first time that John's ever seen. It makes him look, for just a second, almost boyishly baffled. Something in his steel-grey eyes thaws.
And then Miranda leaves, and John is still there, on his knees, with his hands cuffed behind his back.
“Very well,” says Bane at last, all quiet ferocity once more. He walks closer, and John's heart thuds louder and harder in reaction to his proximity. Bane stops in front of him, eyeing him critically. “Stand,” he says.
Finally, John finds his voice. He grits out, “Fuck you.”
There's a pause. Bane's men are all watching.
“Yes,” Bane says appraisingly, “you do have a spark in you, don't you?”
Then he grabs John by the arm and, in one swift, economical motion, pulls him upright and separates his shoulder from its socket. John yells aloud.
“Leave him in the bedroom,” Bane says to his second, dismissively, and John is dragged away, feverish, gasping.
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That's all for now. More to come tomorrow. :)
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Lovely writing so far. Hurrah! I will be stalking this one!
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