#barsad

[archi-pelago]

more miraak doodles

Barsad would give him more personal space if she wasn't a one man construction crew trying to get this guy to function outside of an oblivion plane again

[dyns33]

Y/N : "You are the Bane of my existence." Bane : "… I can't tell if you are trying to flatter me, punish me, or mock me, habibi." Y/N : "You are clever, you will find out." Barsad : "She's mocking you."

[leagueofbane]

When your snark is at a maximum level.

[ao3statistics]

This is self-made. Date: 29.04.2024.

The last chart displays all ships I found, not just the most popular ones.

I assume no guarantee or liability for the completeness, correctness and accuracy of this chart despite my best efforts.

Includes fanfictions in all languages available on Ao3, NOT English only.

Includes all fandoms connected to the character "Lucius Fox".

Percentages were rounded up or rounded down to natural numbers for easier comprehension.

Poly ships were included.

More charts will follow. :)

Want to have a chart for different pairings, headcanons etc. in your favourite fandom? Send me an ask!

[mando-cyare]

So my dad got me some lovely wool yarn for my birthday, and even though it's summer I made a cowl. But then I realized what it made me think of.

My man Barsad with his red scarf. And now all I can think about is my OC Keeva making herself a cowl like mine because she wants to match the man she's pretending she doesn't have feelings for. And now I'm...

[youcantsaymylastname]

Ongoing inception bingo comic made from 2018-2021 (It's a multiverse inception story.)

Where did Bane come from? I bet it's Eames.

[crewdlydrawn]

The Man

[fiiiiin]

Imagine people who’ve watched the TDK trilogy but not Inception and go on Ao3 to find one of the most popular ships is a random ass pairing of the murderous villain and an orphan cop who never even share a scene together in TDKR ���😭 honestly power to Arthur and Eames because I personally find Bane/Blake a delicious dynamic despite no canon interactions and thank god for Inception for making this happen. It’s just such a funny concept to the outsider with no knowledge of Inception fandom lore though

[archi-pelago]

drawing barsad again... i wuv my dragonborn <3 the most eligible bachelorette

[honeyshiddendesire]

the nolanverse! Batman fandom is probably beyond dead but is that stopping me from writing about Barsad x reader x Bane...no no it's not lol

[crewdlydrawn]

HOW DID A MISS THIS ALL THIS TIME???

I love this! It has his sassy, judgmental, ‘better than you and bored over it’ expression, and that’s just 👋👋🙌🙌👌

So, I know this is kind of painful to look at, but bear with me, I have no scanner at the moment and my drawing skills are rotten. BUT I had to make some more content for our starving fandom, so here is my very humble fanart of the one Barsad (TDKR). Yes, the sassy sniper with the red scarf. 

I tried both a cartoonish and a more “”realistic”” looking doodles and coloured them. It could have turned out worse, so I don’t hate it. Just wished I knew how to actually draw clothes, lmao.

(via https://www.patreon.com/mono903)

[leagueofbane]

You just know Bane loved seeing himself up on that jumbotron.

[ithinkthatsmykink]

Kyle Gallner and Josh Stewart are both members of the Sleepy Eye Lil Cutie Club and I want them both carnally

[blackcur-rants]

Sylvia Jacqueline Carton dove her face into her bowl of noodles, greedily devouring every last inch of her meal with the intensity of a jackal going down on a piece of meat. Her face was absolutely getting messed up and dirty and would probably end up smelling stronger and more pungent than a figgy pudding at Christmas time, but Sylvia didn’t care. It tasted good and that was all that mattered.

And once the meal was finally finished, Sylvia groaned with satisfaction, for that was the most filling meal she had ever had in her entire life. Sylvia had not been poor growing up, in fact quite the opposite. Though being a poor orphan of mixed Irish and Chinese descent growing up in the middle of the rolling fields and tranquil village squares of rural Shropshire had had its difficulties for sure, Sylvia’s aunt Christina had always made sure she was fed and well-cared for as she occupied her strange life of living halfway being the scruffy, dirty village tomcat and the magnificent and noble honours student of the local school. Aunt Christina (the older twin sister of Sylvia’s father Peter Gerald Carton, a rather stout and peculiar but kind-hearted man who had raised Sylvia on his own for the most part after his Hong Kong-born wife Melissa Elaine Sima had died of bowel cancer when Sylvia was four years and three months old before dying himself in a freakish car accident when Sylvia was eight years and seven months old and leaving his sole child in his own sister’s care) had been the bartender at the local pub in their hometown of Upton Magna, and thus had been a master of cooking fabulous and wonderful feasts for her little niece even before she became the girl’s official guardian. As a result of growing up with all of this good food and drink in her life as a grieving and rather lonely but highly intelligent child, Sylvia had always turned to eating and drinking a nice meal or two whenever she was stressed out by something or other, which was honestly rather frequent in the profession where she worked.

“Wow” a friendly and well-meaning voice called out as Sylvia was finishing the last of her broth, “You really were super, super hungry in the aftermath of that case, weren’t you?”

Sylvia stopped for a while before accidentally spitting out all of her remaining broth all over poor Charles Jonathan Stryver’s face. Stryver was somewhat bemused at this turn of events and did nothing much other than just calmly and carefully pick up a towel and wipe the hot soup broth off of his face.

“Yeah, I was” Sylvia responded after not much time, “I don’t know. There was just…something about that woman that just…captured my imagination or something else in me in a way no one else ever has”.

“She does kind of look like you, to be quite honest” Stryver said at last as he finished wiping the last of the soup broth off of his face.

“Yes, I am aware of that” Sylvia said again, “but thank you for stating the obvious, Professor”.

It was true though. Catherine Elizabeth Darnay had gotten stuck inside of Sylvia Jacqueline Carton’s head and just refused to get out of there. There was just something about the way she laughed at some bad, cheesy joke or another, the way she had smiled when Sylvia had gotten her off the hook for whatever stupid, bullcrap charges had been hurled at her for her time as a Red Cross nurse serving in Iraq, as if caring for human life and well-being had made her somehow complicit in the atrocities of Saddam or Osama. There was not much that Sylvia knew about Catherine, only that she had been born in Algeria, the daughter of a French businessman and his Algerian wife, with both of her father and her maternal grandfather having some connection or another to the infamously awful Evremonde Industrial Manufacturing, one of the cruellest and most disgusting military industrial war crime-profiting criminal leagues in the whole entire world. Fortunately though, it seemed to Sylvia at least that Catherine was a good and kind and noble woman who had long since rejected the wicked ways of her vile family and had chosen to be good and kind and just to all of God’s children.

(It’s so funny how I’m for the most part an atheist and yet I still think of Cat Darnay as almost a woman of God Themselves. Must be Aunt Christina’s upbringing again or maybe iit was just being brought up in proximity to a church and having a vicar’s daughter for a first crush).

Of course, it was not to be. Catherine was already deeply, deeply in love with another person, a local nurse from Bloomsbury named Lucine Manette, who was said to be as beautiful and intelligent as they were also gentle and kind and loving. It was said in almost all of London’s finest queer circles that they were the hottest and most eligible panromantic bisexual in all of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. And yet they had never married at all, for they were most prominently invested in taking care of their father Alexandre, a journalist who had attempted to blow the whistle on American war crimes in the first Gulf War and had been imprisoned on Riker’s Island for eighteen years until Lucine had successfully smuggled him out of New York to London in 2011. Sylvia sweated a little and rubbed her left hand through the jet black buzzcut that was her recently cut hair at the thought of both Catherine and Lucine, whose beautiful performances of the feminine gender made Sylvia feel even more than usual like she was the butchest butch who ever butched. Of course, Sylvia was not the super-butch lesbian that either she or her compatriots sometimes imagined her as being. Of course, she had very much been the village tomboy when she was little, always more comfortable running around in tattered jeans and light white t-shirts with a freckled smile on her face as she sat by herself with a book under the old ash trees that made up the forests around her home village of Upton Magna than trying to be a pretty little girl laughing and giggling with the other village children. However, she had never held more “girly” things in all that much contempt. In fact, she had loved the brave and headstrong young women she saw in her childhood princess movies and classic novels even as most of them had worn dresses rather than pants and ended up with hot boys rather than with other beautiful girls. In fact, for most of her childhood, Sylvia had dreamed of moving to the city to find a beautiful, strong woman to take her up into her arms and spirit her away into a new life of wonder and love…only to come to London and find that all of the eligible and beautiful queer women had been taken and she herself was left all alone. And that, sadly, was when her heart had started to turn as cold and bitter as a winter snowstorm, and when she had begun to harden herself to the idea of love and companionship and had resigned herself to the fate of being alone and fairly miserable with only her mentor Professor Charles Jonathan Stryver and her books and Hakkasan food to keep her company through her darkest times.

However, no sooner than Sylvia Jacqueline Carton started on the depths of these musings when she saw none other than Catherine Darnay and Lucine Sophia Manette coming into the Hakkasan and sitting down together on a date. Sylvia was rather reluctant to be seen by them for fear of embarrassing herself in front of both these supremely lovely and most excellent individuals. So instead of even trying to sit in the same vague vicinity as both of these beloveds, Sylvia Jacqueline Carton bolted straight up from the table and ran to the bathroom to gather her thoughts as she stared into the mirror. Once there, Sylvia Carton plopped herself down onto the toilet and tried desperately not to scream loudly at the top of her lungs as she held her head tightly between her hands. Part of her just wanted to quiet down and head silently home through a way that nobody else could see until she could flop down upon her bed and let the tidal wave of emotions ride all over her until she could fall asleep at last…and meanwhile, another part of her just wanted to strip off all of her clothes then and there and scream naked into a mirror until she passed out at last and had to be carried home by Stryver…until she then remembered that the London autumns were, to put it very bluntly, not the warmest and most pleasant experiences in the world, and she decided that being able to get home calmly and quickly was a much, much better thing than being carried home in her birthday suit by her old professor. And so it was that, once the pounding in her ears had died down into a barely audible crawl and once her heart had ceased pounding and settled down into a quiet yet still constantly eternal vibration that kept the human body alive for as long as it could, the lawyer known as Sylvia Jacqueline Carton finally exited the bathrooms of this humble London Hakkasan and reentered into the world of normal conversation.

However, when Sylvia Carton reentered into said world of normal conversation, the conversation that was wholly surrounding her was anything but normal, to put it very, very bluntly. For there was on the restaurant TV screen at the moment a special presentation from the BBC about how national hero John Arthur Barsad had been caught trying to play hanky panky with Jeremiah Isaac Cruncher, a local bank teller for Tellson’s Bank. And one must know, dearest reader, that when your narrator refers to “hanky panky”, they are in fact referring to a massive blow job that Mister Cruncher administered to Mister Barsad and which Mister Barsad had decided to record on video and had accidentally posted to his Facebook account and which was now going viral across the nation.

(And possibly the world, if we’re being quite honest)

[monoistrash]

Barsad from TDKR

It's fun to observe a fandom from the outside, because you'll notice things like, the most popular character has a cool design but only three scenes in the actual show, meaning he's got JUST enough personality traits for the fans to project whatever they want on him, and also I am absolutely guilty of this.

[dyns33]

Down the Pit - part 4

Aaaand here's Bane, Talia and Reader again, after a loooong time. And it's not even the ending yet.

Tag : @jaxitaxibolehlaf

It had been a year since Bane and Talia had come back into Y/N's life.

From the moment she had called her protector to say where she was, Ra's al Ghul had known where his daughter was too, and with whom. If he hadn't been delighted, he hadn't shown it.

Understanding that the young girl would not accept being separated from those who had raised her in the Pit, the leader of the League of Shadows had not tried to intimidate Y/N again, even accepted certain adjustments.

With all the money they had accumulated over the centuries, he paid for her trip to the temple, where she was allowed to stay for a week every evey three months.

At first, the other members looked at her with suspicion, almost contempt. She had no business here, she was weak, she risked putting their balance and safety at risk.

Then Bane had given them a simple look, without saying a word, and even if they kept their distance, they treated her with great respect.

Only Barsad behaved normally with her, or at least normally for a member of a ninja sect.

"Don't disturb my student." he had told her when they met, looking neutral.

"I don't intend to…"

"I felt that there was something before she ran away. Maybe she'll be more focused and hardworking now that you're here. She likes to impress. But she can also be distracted, and I refuse to let that happen."

Obviously, the man knew Talia well, because when she wasn't trying to escape him to spend time with Y/N, she did everything to show her all her knowledge, speed and fighting techniques.

It was a little scary to see her fight like that. It would have been useful in the Pit, but they were no longer in the Pit. It shouldn't be necessary.

Of course, Barsad didn't hurt her. He was tough and strict, but he held back enough to never go too far. He wasn't that nice to his other students, and it had nothing to do with age. Being the daughter of the leader, and Bane's protégée, gave certain advantages, despite all the obligations.

What was really scary was imagining her alone, out there, facing people who wouldn't be as nice as Barsad.

Y/N didn't dare say it, because it was already miraculous that she was in the Temple, but Bane seemed to guess what she had in mind, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Everything will be fine, habibi. She's strong. Our future leader. She has to prove herself, then everyone will obey her, and she won't risk anything."

"You can still understand that I'm not reassured."

"No. I trust her."

With a small smile, Barsad revealed to her that this was not entirely true. At the beginning of er training, Bane was very nervous, and even today, he often came to check that everything was okay.

It was the same the few times that Y/N, because she was bored and wanted to learn, joined Talia. When he learned what she was doing, the giant with the mask did not react well, first ordering Barsad not to take her as a student, then not to be too hard on her.

After each session, he waited for her in their room, asking her if she was in pain, checking the marks on her body, offering a massage or a bath.

His rage made the temple tremble when Barsad decided to make her pass the ice test. It was cold and dark in the water, and Y/N's first moment of understanding that she had just fallen into the frozen lake was to raise her head, wanting to go back to the surface. But seeing the shadow of the instructor, and everything he represented, she hesitated.

It was peaceful down there, despite everything else. Like in the Pit, dangerous, but so far from all these problems.

Seeing that she was not swimming back, Barsad had dove to get her, maybe because he wasn't as horrible as Talia said, or maybe because he knew what Bane would do to him if she died.

Surrounded by blankets and his arms, near a fire, Y/N was not left by the giant for several days, growling at those who tried to separate them.

Things could have been simpler and quieter when Talia and Bane came to visit her in Gotham. Their stay was always shorter than hers, barely a few days, and most of the time they didn't leave the apartment.

At first, Y/N had thought it was a question of security, and a little shyness. They had never lived in a big city, there were a lot of people, noises, smells, and the league had enemies who could take advantage of the crowd and confusion to attack.

She wasn't wrong, and that was one of the reasons why Bane refused all the outside activities she suggested. But he also refused many things that were harmless, like music, movies or chocolate.

All the things that Y/N had told them about in the Pit and that had made them dream.

Not understanding this useless overprotection, she asked him why, and the answer was like a slap in the face.

"I don't want her to be corrupted. These things, these people, they will dirty her. She doesn't need all that."

"… Why come here then ?"

"To be with you, habibi. You could come and settle in the temple if you wanted, you would be safe there, you would learn to defend yourself and we would no longer be separated."

"But I wouldn't be free."

"… I don't understand. Of course you will be free."

Apparently, they didn't have the same definition of freedom, like many other words.

Y/N couldn't completely blame Bane. He had been taken out of the Pit where he had grown up by the league. He knew nothing else and he owed them a debt. He couldn't go against Talia's biological father. So for him, their truth was the truth.

And their truth was that the majority of humanity was rotten, tarnished by society, lies, selfishness. Full of darkness and fear. It was important to protect Talia from that.

However, it also seemed unthinkable to separate her from Y/N. The young girl didn't want it, and Bane didn't want it either, without being able to understand that Y/N was part of the world he hated so much. She had been born there, she had grown up there, and even if she knew it wasn't perfect, she knew its positive points.

After the Pit, she knew even more how to appreciate fresh air, pure water, a warm bed, the chance to have the choice to do what she wanted. She also wanted that for the little girl, who discovered the world only during her short visits.

But for him, she was not free. No, she was locked in her job, in her rent, the need for money, the insecurity of the streets, the injustices done to women, in addition to all the other injustices.

At the Temple, with him, she would risk nothing. She could laugh with Talia, read, train, dance, eat, sleep peacefully. A simple life, but a wonderful life.

Unfortunately, there came a time when their difference of point of view became too important.

Maybe the league was not helping, the leader often spoke to Bane telling him that the situation could not last forever, and that he had to find a way to convince Y/N to come with them.

In any case, each visit to the Temple became harder because he always asked her if she really wanted to leave, accompanied by Talia who stared at her with hopeful eyes, while being in a bad mood and criticizing everything as soon as he was in Gotham.

"Don't do this." She sighed, holding back tears, after he had just refused to let them go to the movies.

"Too much noise. Too much risk. Stale air, horrible smells. And useless. Why pay to see something you can see here, on this screen ?"

"It's always more impressive on a big screen, Bane. I just want Talia to see a movie in the theater, so she can experience it."

"No. It's stupid."

"Don't say I'm stupid." Y/N asked, trying really hard to keep calm, but her voice was starting to shake.

Bane noticed. He stared at her for a long time, as if he didn't understand what she had just said, or why she was saying it.

"I didn't say you were stupid, Habibi."

"Of course you did. Don't you realize that every time you criticize something here, you're criticizing me ?"

"Not at all. I…"

"I'm part of this world, Bane. I try to accept yours, to understand it. To adapt. But I get nothing in return. You hate everything here, while you loved my stories in the Pit. You insisted that I tell them. You wanted this life for Talia too ! What happened ?"

They both knew what had happened. The league, but also reality. The stories were always beautiful and perfect. Bane had quickly seen the horrors from the outside, and in addition to his respect for Ra's, he approved of their mission to clean up the world.

But he continued to see Y/N as an exception. Perfection. He wanted to protect her, and for that she had to come with them. But she didn't want to.

He could have forced her. Without any problem, he could have put her on his shoulder and taken her to the airport, to keep her in the Temple. If he did that, he was no better than their jailers in the Pit. Bane wanted her to come of her own free will, so that they could live happily together.

Talia too, who came timidly into the kitchen, stopping the discussion because they did not want to fight in front of her, even if she had already heard them.

That night, Y/N slept on the couch, without warning, first letting Talia go to bed, then Bane, before taking a pillow and going into the living room without saying anything.

The giant did not try to hold her back or make her change her mind. The first night, he still came to sleep on the floor, next to her. Like before.

Then Y/N did the same thing the following day, and at the end of the week-end, when she woke up, they were gone.