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Bane/Blake - kidnapping, dubcon
anonymous
August 28 2012, 19:47:01 UTC
Inspired by a prompt from the last round. Talia (as Miranda) gets to know John a little while working with the resistance, and she likes his spirit. Knowing how Bane loves to squeeze the hope out of idealists and innocents like John, she arranges for John to be kidnapped and given to Bane as a gift, to be broken slowly
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Re: Bane/Blake - kidnapping, dubcon
anonymous
August 29 2012, 03:26:24 UTC
This jives pretty well with something I've been working on. I'm seeing the movie again tomorrow so there won't be anything till after that, in case I've missed some details, but consider it claimed!
No Holds Barred: 1a/?
anonymous
August 30 2012, 01:55:15 UTC
Before the blow to his head which leaves all senses jangling, John Blake has the disjointed thought that Miranda Tate fights like a man twice her size-and immediately corrects himself. She fights like somebody exactly her size, but with that much more cunning and craft packed into her curvy frame. Like a weasel against a bigger predator. She has precise knowledge of inflicting hurt that enables her to maximize pain while minimizing contact. She is elegant and terrible.
He lands one fucking blow.
It's more a startle reflex than any kind of skill.
She stops playing with him then. Her boot hits him in the side of the head and he slams into the brick wall, dazed. It's all over before it can even really begin. She shoves him face-down onto the slushy pavement with callous efficiency; he wavers into consciousness in time to feel his own handcuffs snck tightly around his wrists, behind his back. Dizzily he watches her smooth down her coat and stroll into the open to intercept the truck that might or might not be carrying the bomb. Apart
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No Holds Barred: 2a/?
anonymous
August 30 2012, 22:04:56 UTC
Thank you so much for the comments! I won't reply individually, but you guys made my day <3 I'm glad you like it so far, and I apologize for the lack of anything interesting yet. btw, they're in Daggett's place.Bane's lieutenant, the one they call Barsad, resets his shoulder for him. Then he locks him in another room, chained to a bedpost on the floor at the foot of a huge bed, and leaves him in the dark
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No Holds Barred: 2b/?
anonymous
August 30 2012, 22:09:38 UTC
* The next few days are the same, thirst and numbness and boredom, and then one night the door opens and it is not the familiar guard or even Barsad standing there, but Bane, just as awful and real as before, framed by the light from the staircase outside. He flicks a lightswitch, filling the room with dim, rosy light.
“Officer Robin Blake,” Bane says, shutting the door.
John flinches-from the light as much as the voice. Then he shakes his head, licks his dry lips.
“Actually, it's John,” he says. “And I'm a detective now.”
“Robin suits you,” says Bane. “Like a bird, you have no concept of how very fragile you are.”
He says this musingly, as if to himself. His cadence is wrong, leaving the sentence hanging at the end as though there is a but coming
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Someone has to write this. ♥♥
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He lands one fucking blow.
It's more a startle reflex than any kind of skill.
She stops playing with him then. Her boot hits him in the side of the head and he slams into the brick wall, dazed. It's all over before it can even really begin. She shoves him face-down onto the slushy pavement with callous efficiency; he wavers into consciousness in time to feel his own handcuffs snck tightly around his wrists, behind his back. Dizzily he watches her smooth down her coat and stroll into the open to intercept the truck that might or might not be carrying the bomb. Apart ( ... )
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Lovely writing so far. Hurrah! I will be stalking this one!
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The next few days are the same, thirst and numbness and boredom, and then one night the door opens and it is not the familiar guard or even Barsad standing there, but Bane, just as awful and real as before, framed by the light from the staircase outside. He flicks a lightswitch, filling the room with dim, rosy light.
“Officer Robin Blake,” Bane says, shutting the door.
John flinches-from the light as much as the voice. Then he shakes his head, licks his dry lips.
“Actually, it's John,” he says. “And I'm a detective now.”
“Robin suits you,” says Bane. “Like a bird, you have no concept of how very fragile you are.”
He says this musingly, as if to himself. His cadence is wrong, leaving the sentence hanging at the end as though there is a but coming ( ... )
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