Round Three Prompt Post
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Welcome to 'Round Three' of The Dark Knight Rises Kink Meme.
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Welcome to 'Round Three' 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 gets a manicure, Barsad gets a pedicure, and Blake gets a facial (but that comes later).
AKA can someone please write something where Bane and/or Barsad let a fearless little girl paint their nails and yet continue to be awesomely badass despite the glitter?
Established relationship preferable but not required (though I'd like to see you make it work otherwise!). Bonus if Blake approves of their way with children and OTB gets a Happy Ending when they get home.
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John’s new to this working-outside-of-the-law business.
Bane’s not (although he’s never worked on this side before).
So when the guts of Gotham’s underbelly inevitably burst again, spilling out onto the streets in drive-bys and turf wars all the more vicious for the power vacuum, and John makes the decision to don the cape and cowl-
(metaphorically; he doesn’t don that cape and cowl because John has his own costume - thanks very much, Lucius Fox - one that actually fits because it hasn’t been moulded for a man approximately one hundred pounds heavier and fifty times more concerned with grand symbolic gestures than, say, planning out all the nitty gritty details outside of his own exit plan and- no, John doesn’t have any unresolved issues with Bruce Wayne, why do you ask?)-it’s Bane ( ... )
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Until he actually reads the name of their destination.
Then he digs his heels into the pavement.
It forces Barsad to jerk to a halt alongside him. “What?” Bane, walking ahead, also stops and looks back at John curiously.
“What do you mean, ‘what’?” John says. “We’re going in there?” He can’t stop staring. The signage has glittery bits. Reflected light of the neon signs makes it shimmer ( ... )
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“What are you doing?” Bane asks slowly. The unfortunate thug closest to Bane pales, barrel of his gun drooping, like his confidence.
The seeming leader, still facing forward, doesn’t notice. “Man, shut up, do you really think you’re in a position to be asking questions--” he blusters, pointing his gun blindly behind him before swinging around. Then he catches sight of Bane - the unbelievable breadth and bulk of him and, more importantly, catches sight of the mask - reclining at the manicure table ( ... )
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It's my birthday~ and I got art! <3 <3 <3
(also, I've failed the spam robot challenge three times, I'm so excited).
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Bane makes a small noise - a quiet, breathy groan - and his thighs, bracketing John in, flex once. But he leans back into the couch and spreads his legs further in a filthy, blatant invitation. John mouth goes dry and his heartbeat thunders in his ears. He wants to push his face into Bane’s lap and suck, but Barsad hold in his hair stays firm ( ... )
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