Round Two Prompt Post
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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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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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He feints and throws a left jab. Bane swats his hand aside without looking away from his face.
“Again.”
John flushes angrily. He circles, Bane turning slowly to follow him. He swings. Bane knocks his arm away and kicks his legs out from under him. John shouts when his injured shoulder hits the floor.
“Get up.”
John breathes for a moment, before Bane drags him up by the scruff. Seizing the opportunity while he's close, John lashes out. Bane catches his fist.
“Your body betrays you by telling me where you intend to strike. You're sloppy and uncoordinated. You have no plan, make no use of my weaknesses.”
“I'd split my hand open,” John gasps, his knees starting to buckle as Bane's hand tightens around his fist. The bones grind together. He imagines Bane crushing his hand into dust, as easily as he'd crushed that man's trachea. He thinks of the sound it made.
Abruptly Bane twists his arm behind his back and shoves him face-first into the wall. John squeezes his eyes shut.
“Would you have killed those men, if you could?”
“No,” John grits out. “I'd have hurt them enough to make them stop. But I couldn't.”
“You think death is the worst thing that can happen to a man,” Bane says, musingly. He's about to wrench John's arm out of its socket again. “Do you not think that to be left alive, suffering, is a worse fate?”
“Anything is better than death,” John wheezes.
Bane, leaning on him, goes still for a moment; and John has a second of terrifying clarity. That weight on the back of his thigh is not Bane's leg, like he'd thought. It's his arousal.
He clamps his eyes shut. Waits for it to happen, because he's too fucking weak to do anything about it. Bane has made his point. Next to him, John is as helpless as a child. It infuriates and terrifies him but fuck, at least the nauseating wait will be over. He pants like a cornered animal.
Slowly, Bane eases his weight off of John's back. He lets go of his arm, and John gasps as sensation returns to his fingers, his wrist badly wrenched. He cradles his arm to his chest, not daring to pick himself up off the wall just yet.
“I see,” Bane says, after a pause.
“See what?” John asks, his voice a ragged whisper. He can hear Bane crossing the room, back to the bed.
“Why Talia chose you,” Bane says. The light goes out.
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All for now. :)
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If you want to write that alternative version, I'd be the last person to say no, but this is so amazing that I'm ecstatic either way. ♥
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Omfg, I love this SOMUCH. Barsad is so badass and Bane and John, fuck everyone is awesome. SOGOOD!!
How bad is it that I want Barsad and John to strike up a friendship? Lol.
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(reposting comment because of anon-fail!)
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srsly, this is an addiction
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it occurred to me while commenting that john thought it was his leg, holy mackerel! yes, i read the prompt but, dayum
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