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Appointments | Bane x gn!reader

anonymous asked: Bane: Hiya! Hope alls well 🖤. May I please give you a request to use the following prompts for big tiddy Bane X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader: "You shouldn't talk like that"+"Just close your eyes, it's alright" Thank you very much 🖤! 🐍anon

summary: Bane isn't usually one to make public appearances, nor is he the type to make compromises - but when it's the one person in the world he cares about above everyone else, it's a little different.

tws: psychiatrists, mentions of smoking

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"Oh, little one."

The sound of Bane tutting made you look up, staring up at his mask as you swallowed thickly and clenched your jaw; his brows furrowed like he was frowning before he sat opposite you on the purple leather chair. Stiff and uncomfortable with its light brown wooden arms, and its strong stench of sterile products.

He wrung his hands together for a moment before allowing his hands to rest between his knees, his fingers interlinked as he sighed heavily. He wasn't usually willing to be seen in such an open and public space, but it was for you, so he didn't mind; you wanted him there, you had asked. So he had to.

Even if the psychiatrist office did smell like harsh hand sanitiser and thick cleaning products; the air was stale, and the office was quiet. Just you and Bane in the waiting chairs. He reached out, letting his hand rest on your knee as he sighed heavily, shaking his head.

His eyes looked so dark in the soft, dim lighting when he caught your gaze; it was easy to see that he was upset. Although not with you. Bane was never upset with you, no matter what.

"Don't be mean," you said quietly, sighing. "Please."

He shook his head slowly, clearing his throat and tilting his head to the side. His mask glimmered in the soft, dim light. "Why would I ever be mean to you?"

You shrugged, swallowing thickly. "Because of what I did."

"I don't blame you," he shook his head again. "If I did, I wouldn't be here, would I?"

"I don't know," you muttered, shaking your head. "I don't know anything anymore."

A growled hum came from behind the mask and the leather squeaked before Bane came to sit beside you, his hand resting heavily on your shoulder as he nodded slowly, giving you a slight squeeze. "I know enough to know that you will be fine. You will be alright. We'll talk to your psychiatrist, and then see what he says."

You sniffled as you leaned into him, face pressed against the thick material of his motorcycle jacket. It smelled like home. "Thank you…"

Bane stiffened, not wanting you to feel as if there was any need to pull away as he dared to huff happily. "You shouldn't talk like that - like you've done something… wrong. You haven't."

"Are you sure?" Your voice was so muffled against his jacket, hot breath staining the material with condensation. "I used your raz-"

"I'm sure," Bane reassured gently. "I'm very, very sure."

You nodded, sniffling. "You're sure Doctor Frank will fix me?"

"I don't know," he admitted. "But I know he'll listen to you… if you want me in the room, you just have to-"

"Yes. I want you there," you told him with a curt nod. "I need you there with me."

"Alright," he pushed you away slightly, only to coax you up and onto his lap, holding you rightly against his chest as he sighed heavily. The hot air pushing through his mask with a harsh and deep hiss. "As long as you're sure."

Your breath hitched as you breathed in heavily. "I need you there, please… please don't leave me alone."

"I won't," Bane hummed. "I'll be there every second of every day if that's what you want, little one."

You nodded, holding onto him desperately; his warmth, his smell, his soft breathing. It was helping you to hang on, to calm down. It helped massively.

Bane's presence always made you feel better no matter the situation; just as you had been his biggest supporter in everything, he was yours. If you needed him, he was happy to be there. If he needed you, you were happy to be there.

Always together, constantly at one another's sides.

Bane hated it when you felt shit about yourself, but at least he knew that there was someone who could help; he knew that if need be, he would have to make the call and get you somewhere safe to set the appointments up.

Usually that somewhere was a field owned by Bruce Wayne that Gotham citizens could rent for a few pounds per day - three pounds maximum, but if they wanted to pay more they could.

Bane detested having to use Wayne for anything, but he would do anything for you; he could compromise once every few weeks when you weren't able to go to the office. If it was for you, Bane was willing to look past a lot of things. But he held you tightly against himself, gently running his hand up and down your back.

"You feeling alright?"

You nodded. "Now I know you ain't going anywhere? Yeah. A lot."

"Good," Bane grumbled. "Just close your eyes, it's alright. Calm down as much as you can, and we'll go see Doctor Frank when he comes down."

You let out a final shaky breath, holding onto him so tightly that your knuckles audible clicked. "Do me a favour?"

"Anything."

"Get me a packet of Lucky Strikes and a can of Monster after," you chuckled. "Please?"

Bane couldn't help but to laugh softly as he agreed quietly. "I'm guessing you'll want the can with the camo pattern?"

"Yes," you agreed. "If they have it."

Bane scoffed as he nodded. Usually the little corner shop around from the office had those things; he could pick them up while you were filling out your little bits of paper detailing when you arrived, what time your appointment was.

It wouldn't be too difficult. If he didn't have the mask, if his mouth wasn't broken and shattered the way it had been, he would have smiled. You always appreciated his little gifts.

"Excuse me," a stranger approached, clearing his throat.

Bane looked up, squinting slightly. "Doctor Frank?"

"Yes," the stranger nodded. "You're, uhm… you're holding… holding my patient…"

He looked scared, like somehow Bane was still intimidating him; but you crawled off of his lap, standing up properly and clearing your throat as you took a look at Bane.

"Can he come?"

"Sure," Doctor Frank shrugged. "Are you ready?"

You nodded, holding onto Bane's hand desperately. "Yeah."

[britaisy]

Writing suggestion num.1

@smalltalkerr ‘Tim Drake actually going to Ivy University and becoming the worlds greatest detective (not a superhero literally a detective) and Damian as future Batman’

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Life has a funny way of proving people wrong. One day your whole being is scorched deep into stone, and then you blink an eye and all of a sudden everything takes a 180 degree, it leaves one able to utter only two simple words: “Well, shit”

When Tim Drake graduated from Ivy University with a criminology degree under his belt after being adamant that the education system was a pile of shit and being certain that whatever university had to offer, he had already learned, that’s exactly what he had said. Well, shit. Of course, he would have never enrolled into university had Bruce Wayne not ‘discreetly’ persuaded him into joining. It had taken many arguments for him to finally accept. They usually started with Tim saying something along the lines of “I am not wasting three years of my life in a leisure programme when I could be doing some real work. These are 1,095 days, Bruce. Lots of days, who’s going to be doing all the investigating work? Damian? He’s far too impatient. Dick is busy with Bludhaven and Jason, well, Jason spends him time with a Superman clone and an Amazon shooting up mob bosses. You need me.”

Bruce would remain calm, his stoic face as unwavering as always, and respond: “You spend your days in the batcave, hardly going out, Alfred is getting concerned, Dick is getting concerned, and frankly so am I. University will help you adjust in society. As for help, you forget, we got Barbara, Duke, Cassandra, Stephanie, Kate.”

“So, you are saying I am useless?”

“I am saying that what you are doing to yourself with lead you to a path that you will not escape from. When was the last time you even took a shower?”

 Those days had been mentally exhausting, one argument piling up on the other until the mere implication of university caved into Tim’s taut nerves. Tim hated to admit it and he would certainly never vocalise it, but Bruce had been right. University had changed him. He was still an incurable introvert with severe caffeine addictions and an unhealthy dose of cynicism, but he had learned a couple of things about people that he would have never learned in the batcave. Besides, the parties had been shockingly fun.  Those mere three years had eventually led him to an entirely different path than the one he had initially planned out for himself. He had been Robin, then the Red Robin and now he was the world’s best private detective, working restlessly in Gotham. Not that bad. Not that bad, at all.

Of course, his occupation meant haphazard working hours. Mostly, he was always working, it could be twelve at night or three in the morning, Tim Drake could be out on the job with a matching coffee cup in hand. It was a good thing he only needed three hours of sleep to recharge. But, he wasn’t the only eccentric with questionable habits in Gotham who worked unorthodox hours. Night time in Gotham still belonged to the one and only Batman. Only Bruce Wayne was no longer the Batman, the round age of seventy had taken its toll even on the stubborn billionaire. After his x-rays begun resembling something out of a sci fi movie, he had retired. Damian Wayne, former assassin, former (annoying) Robin, son of Bruce Wayne was now wearing Batman’s mantle and that was who Tim out to meet tonight.

The man was standing in the alley where he had been told to wait, one hand in the pocket of his long trench coat, the other holding his coffee. He heard the faintest sound of rustling in the wind, a sound that would have gone unnoticed to the untrained ear.

Tim chuckled when he turned around, not the least surprised when he was face to face with Batman.

“Trying to spook me?” he mocked.

“If I had you would have noticed.”

“Touché” Tim smiled.

“I need your help.”

Just like his father, straight onto the point.

“I assumed so.” Tim said, sipping his coffee, waiting for Batman to continue.

Batman fished out some files that he had been hiding under his cape. He handed them over to Tim, the front page was dominated by the blurry, stained picture of a grey-haired severe-looking woman.

“She’s been gone for two months. She’s from the Narrows, but my sources say she used to be an assassin in her younger years, she was even employed by Raz Al Gul, at one point. Father always kept a close eye on her, even though she seemed to be in retirement. All her things are in her flat, but she’s gone, no signs of struggle, either.”

“If she did work for the League of Shadows, wouldn’t you have better access on the case, considering who you are?” Tim asked, though his eyes were solely focused on the woman’s face, despite the dim light provided by a lone lamppost, he was already skimming through the information in the folder.

“The League hasn’t been very accessible to me lately” there was a bitter coldness in his voice. “Seems as if they are hiding something.”

“Hence the name. You are not exactly one of them anymore, Damian.” Tim tore his eyes from the paper to look at him. Despite the mask, Tim could tell the young man was frowning, he had always been more expressive than Mr. Bruce Deadpan Wayne.

“I am no stranger to them, either. I was supposed to be the demon’s head.” He argued

“And you turned that position down once you chose being Batman, which honestly, I am glad you did. It would be a pain in the ass battling with you.”

Damian smirked, satisfied with his words. “That, I agree with. But, back to the point. I need you to find her. I want to know what she’s up to. I would have done it myself, but Gotham is keeping me busy.”

“You know…it’s not bad to admit that I can get this job far more easily done than you. I am the world’s Greatest Detective, after all.” Tim shot him a shit-eating grin.

“Show off.”

Tim laughed. “Anyway, I can get the job done. I’ll need five days, the fancy jet with the espresso maker, some cash, around three thousand dollars, and a new coat” he tucked onto his tacky coat’s collar. “Mine is worn. A detective is only as good as his trench coat.”

“Sure, just make sure you don’t ruin the espresso machine this time.” Batman replied.

“Noted.” He looked back at the picture. “From what I can tell you this far is that this woman was never retired. An assassin who had worked with the League of Shadows would retire in glory in an island and buy an extravagant mansion. She chose the Narrows, an unlikely area, she was living in a poor multiblock. She was hiding, she didn’t want a certain somebody to find her, somebody she really feared. Judging from the fact that her last job was with the League of Shadows, my guess is that somebody there has a grudge against her.”

Tim knew that Batman’s silence meant that what he had said made perfect sense to him.

“When will you be ready to start?” he asked.

“I have to sleep for three hours and then I’ll be good to go.” Tim replied.

“Good.” Batman smiled. “Pleasure doing business with you as always, Drake.”

Tim smiled, the man looked down at his lower pocket, patting himself to find his pad. But, as soon as he looked back, Batman had disappeared into the night.

“Can’t believe the kid got me.”

[flushthethrone]

(Southern Vangard) Episode 301 - Southern Vangard Radio

BANG! @southernvangard #radio Ep301! Alright we’re back on that twice a week flow this week Vangardians! This weeks mix has tons of new joints per the usual and we talk shop mid-mix with San Diego’s KAHLEE who has a new EP out now with KROHME that you definitely need to check ASAP. Kahlee is also a hip-hop radio brother in arms with his BARS WEEKLY show, make sure you add to your weekly hip-hop radio listening. We keep it on the West Coast for our Thursday interview session as we chat with LA’s own DJ BREEZE & DJ BONDS, who have an incredible new movie out now called “WHERE WE”RE FROM: RISE OF L.A. UNDERGROUND HIP-HOP.” It’s streaming everywhere now on your favorite platforms, you can check the interview snippets at the end of the mix and lock in with the full interview when it drops on Thursday. Yay yay it’s that #SmithsonianGrade #TwiceAWeek #WeAreTheGard // southernvangard.com // @southernvangard on #applepodcasts #stitcherradio #soundcloud #mixcloud #youtube // #hiphop #rap #undergroundhiphop #boombap #DJ #mixshow #interview #podcast #ATL #WORLDWIDE #RIPCOMBATJACK

Recorded live August 22, 2021 @ Dirty Blanket Studios, Marietta, GA

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Talk Break Inst. - "Take It" - Ralph M (Funkdoobiest)

"Elements" - DJ Revolution & Planet Asia

"Dim-Mak" - Napoleon Da Legend ft. Banish Habitual & DJ Scribe (prod. DUS)

"On The Rise" - Ives ft. Ren Thomas, Daniel Son & DJ Eclipse

"Back At It" - Paradox ft. Wordsworth (prod./cuts DJ Sean P)

"Da Paper" - TrueCipher ft. Brainorchestra

"Dead Rappers" - Termanology & Amadeus ft. Smif-N-Wessun

"World Wide Street Legends" - Neek The Exotic & Large Pro ft. Pharoahe Monch

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"Do Believe" - B Leafs ft. Skyzoo & Jay Royale

"Timberwolves" - Navy Blue

"Mars Attacks" - Solo For Dolo

"Dillinger" - Raz Fresco (prod. JR Swiftz)

"Hood Krazy" - DNA ft. Rain910

"Dungeon Masters" - BigBob & Solomon Childs ft. Ghostface Killah

"Larger Canvas" - Bub Styles ft. Spit Gemz (prod. Farmabeats)

Talk Break Inst. - "Doobie Funk" - Ralph M (Funkdoobiest)

** MID-MIX INTERVIEW - KAHLEE **

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"Devil is a Lie" - Kahlee x Krohme

"Protect Your Energy" - Kahlee x Krohme

"Bob by Craves" - CERTAIN.ONES

"Tha Boro" - Nems ft. Eddie Kaine, Ill Bill & Rim (prod. Deli Beatz)

"Fatality" - Big Twins ft. Rob Gates (prod. DJ Woool)

"King Kong" - Mondo Slade (prod. Tone Beatz)

Talk Break Inst. - "Seized The Hood" - Ralph M (Funkdoobiest)

** INTERVIEW SESSION SNIPPETS - DJ BREEZE & DJ BONDS ** DROPS THURS 8/26 **

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