Round One Prompt Post
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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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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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It's night and day. Bale is the guy Joseph wants to go out for beers with and quietly stare at with his chin in one hand; Bale in costume is menacing and dark and sexy as hell. Up close, the suit doesn't look like armor; it's practically a frame for Bale's musculature. It moves with him in ways that make Joseph swallow hard.
None of this prepares him even a little for the next thirty seconds. Apparently he wasn't the earliest; he definitely didn't see Hardy go into dressing, but when he steps out the entire room pauses. A high, ringing hum fills the air, or maybe that's just Joseph preparing to pass out.
Hardy's shaven scalp is glistening slightly; his gorgeous eyes don't hide at all behind the mask. And he's massive; he assumes his Bane stance, hands resting at the collar of his coat, legs braced wide. There is so much menace rolling off him that even the cart guys go silent.
Joseph realizes two things at once: one, he is just as gone on Hardy as he has ever been, and probably more so; and two, he is honest-to-god afraid. He is sexually afraid. He is in so, so much trouble.
He has no idea how he makes it through the next two hours; there's a lot of uncomfortable pants-adjusting and strategic standing-behind-things, but fuck if he's going to look away for longer than it takes to blink. So this is what Bale was blocking for last week. It's barely two minutes of footage, unless Joseph misses his guess, and the whole thing consists of Hardy-- no, Bane-- throwing Batman up against a wall and physically menacing him.
There's not a lot of punching, because punching takes stunt work and cut shots, but the forty-fifth time Hardy seizes Bale by that fantastic armor and snarls him into the wall, Bale hitting with a meaty thud and all his flesh contracting and absorbing the blow, Hardy's monstrous arms flexed like a dam about to break-- by that time, Joseph is reeling from lust. He dimly hopes there's enough blood still circulating in his body to keep him conscious and upright if he lets go of the set piece he's white-knuckling.
He wonders if he can somehow arrange to be on the lot for every single scene they have together, and then he wonders if he can sweet-talk Nolan into adding a scene where Hardy beats him up, and then he knows he's going crazy because someone's saying wrap and Hardy is peeling off the mask and then four seconds later he's wrapped in an enormous, muscular, sweaty hug that smells like pancake makeup and wardrobe trailer.
Hardy plants a giant kiss enthusiastically on his face, leaving a greasy makeup smear, and sets him back on his feet (oh, his feet weren't even touching the ground, jesus) so that he can practically shake Joseph senseless in his excitement.
"Oh my god," says Joseph, feeling like this cannot possibly be reality, "you're huge."
"We can't all keep our girlish figures," says Hardy, and with the mask off he's just as beautiful as he ever was, full lips arranged in a rakish smile, crooked eyebrows raised in mischief. If it weren't for the thirty extra pounds of muscle, this could have been a moment from two years ago.
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Bale appears out of nowhere and claps him on the shoulder; his mask is off and his black eye makeup is smudged grotesquely, but between Bale's broad shoulders and Hardy's powerful torso and arms, Joseph is having a hard time thinking about faces. He's never felt so small, so slight, in his life. They could crush him easily between them, and to be honest, he could die happy that way.
There's conversation, most of which goes ringing through Joseph's head in a haze of increasingly painful realization: he is so not over Hardy, and this isn't stopping him from crushing on Bale. When Hardy hugs him again, demonstrative as ever, and tells him to come back next time, Joseph finds himself staggering back to his car, wondering if he can be excused from the next day's shooting on grounds of insanity, because clearly he is insane.
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UNF. This is just gorgeous -fans self-
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TEACH ME YOUR WAYS.
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