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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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He had to give Bane credit, though; in the last three months he hadn't done anything except teach football, and he was surprisingly good with the kids. Protective, even. In fact, the only time there had been a problem was when a bully from another team had picked on little Jaime. That had been ugly; for all that he was supposedly reformed now, Bane was still Bane, which meant that he was an incredibly physically imposing man. Even though Bane had only been explaining to the bully why he was wrong and getting him to apologize, he had clearly scared the crap out of the kid.
It had its benefits, though. They were in charge of one of the worst teams in the pee-wee league, but they hadn’t had to deal with bullying since.
John had never considered himself the football-coaching type, but when he’d learned of Bane’s community outreach program, he hadn’t hesitated to volunteer his own services. After all, there was no better way to keep an eye on the man than to work beside him. Also, John figured, this way there would be someone there to step between Bane and the kids when he inevitably snapped.
"Thoughts?" Bane asked, joining John at the sideline.
"They can't tackle, can't catch, and don't even have proper uniforms," John replied. "But they think they can win. That's what matters."
"They want it more," Bane said, his voice eerie through the mask that he'd been allowed to keep in prison. "Their opponents are soft, cushioned by a life that has never known want."
John was used to Bane's opinions by now and he was tired of arguing politics on the sideline. Besides, as much as he wanted to reject Bane's comments, he didn't exactly disagree. He hated having anything in common with the man, but his childhood had taught him the hard truths about class structure in Gotham.
"No pretty denials?" Bane asked, amused. "Or are you tired of defending those fools?"
John cut his eyes over to glare at Bane. "I'm tired of fighting with you about it."
“I see,” Bane replied. John looked away, pretty sure that he wouldn’t be able to keep a straight face if he was looking right at Bane. It’s not like John could see the smiles beneath the mask, but he’d learned how to tell they were there all the same. “So where do we go from here?”
“Practice,” John said. “We need to go back to basics. Throwing, catching, running down the field without running each other over.”
“I agree,” Bane said, nodding. “One cannot build greatness without establishing the proper foundations.”
“Greatness might be a little much,” John said. “I’d settle for not getting completely trounced in the rest of our games.”
Bane looked out over the field. "We may have to start at the beginning next practice."
John followed Bane's gaze and saw two police officers crossing the field. He glanced at his watch. "They're early."
Bane shrugged.
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The cop on the right, Tony, crossed his arms. "We have places to be tonight. You don't expect us to wait around so that a piece of scum like him can enjoy the fresh air a little longer, do you?"
John clenched his jaw and managed to hold in an angry retort. He was surprised by his own desire to defend Bane to these cops, both of whom had been on the take during the Falcone years. At least Bane was an honest criminal.
"How about if I take responsibility for him today?" John asked. "We need this practice if the kids are going to have a chance next weekend."
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Tony asked. "You aren't a cop anymore, Blake. You can't take responsibility for shit."
John narrowed his eyes. "How much?"
"What?"
"Do you think I'm a fool?" John asked. "How much do you want to look the other way?" He took out his wallet and counted out a hundred bucks. "Is that good enough?"
Tony's partner took the cash and slipped it in his pocket. "You better get him back to the prison tonight."
John nodded. "He'll be there."
John sighed and made his way back to Bane as the cops walked away. "I'm your ride tonight."
Bane raised an eyebrow. "You bought my freedom."
"Temporary freedom," John stressed. "You'll be back in prison before it's dark, so don't get too excited. I did it for the kids anyway."
"All the same," Bane said. "Thank you, John Blake."
John looked away, Bane's intense stare making him uncomfortable. "Chris looks like he could use some help with his tackling."
Bane left to help Chris, and John let out a relieved sigh. He had no idea what he was doing, other than being a reckless idiot. Following his instincts had rarely led him astray before, though, and today his instincts were telling him that Bane had earned a little bit of trust.
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