#tdkr bane

[daddy-issues-99]

Bane x GN!reader

You're very self conscious about your body and think that Bane wants and deserves so much better than you

600 words

SFW-Body image issues, crying, hurt/comfort, fluff

All you saw were imperfections: stretch marks, blemishes, scars, nothing beautiful to you in the slightest. You stood in front of the mirror staring at your figure. Nothing was perfect. Not for you. Not for him.

You wanted to cry. Most people felt at least decent about their bodies and here you were, standing in front of a mirror, sucking in your stomach, pulling at your skin, just staring at everything you hated.

You felt defeated. All you wanted to do was feel confident, feel beautiful. Not necessarily for you, but for him.

You could feel the tears about to fall from your eyes when the door opened and you quickly brushed them away. "What are you doing?" He asked, setting his stuff down next to the bed and turning to look at you standing next to the mirror.

You took a breath, trying to hold back your tears "Bane, am I ugly...?" You asked quietly, bringing your hands up to cover your face, unable to hold back your tears.

As you stood there crying you felt two large arms wrap around your waist pulling you into a tight hug. He rested his head on your shoulder looking into the mirror. The scene of you crying making his heart shatter.

"How could you even ask something like that?" He asked, his voice quiet and sorrowful. You let out a sob hearing the tone of his voice: heartbreak.

"I'm sorry" You said quietly. "Don't apologize." He said soft but sternly. "I just...I don't know what to do." He looked at you with a confused expression. "About what?"

"Look at you and look at me; you're so perfect and I'm just...me. Why do you love me?" You asked quietly, looking at yourself in the mirror before you. You looked up to see the reflection of his eyes: sorrow.

"Is that what you really think?" He asked, still holding you close against him. All you could do was nod. He turned you so you were facing him, slowly bringing his hand up to wipe away your tears. You didn't want to look at him, fearing if you did you'd only cry harder.

"Look at me. Please." He said, lifting your chin up to look at him. You slowly opened your eyes to meet his gaze. His eyes filling with tears. "You are everything I could ever want. You are my everything, my muse, my life. Never doubt that, my love. You're perfect" You let out a small sob, a mix of happiness and anguish.

He pulled you into a hug as you rested your head on his shoulder. "What did I ever do to make you think of yourself this way?" He askes, gently caressing your back. "You did nothing, you never have. I just...why me? You could have anyone on this earth. Why someone like me?" You asked, looking up into his eyes searching for a response.

He stood there silently for a moment before placing his hands on your hips. "Turn around." "What?" You asked, visibly confused. "Go on. Turn around."

You hesitantly turned around to face the mirror once more. "You want to know why you're perfect?" Before you could respond he gently wrapped his arms around your waist once more, placing his head on your shoulder. "My arms wrap perfectly around your beautiful figure. I get the privilege of resting my head on your shoulder. To be able to look in the mirror and see those mesmerizing eyes of yours. You're my perfect fit, in every possible way, my love."

A tear fell from your eye, not from sorrow but from happiness. He held you tighter as you placed your arms on his, taking in the moment. He loved you. Every imperfection, every flaw, everything you hated. All you could do was savor the moment, turning to give him a proper hug. "I would give the world to see you; every part of you."

"I love you so much." You said, holding him tightly. "I would trade the stars for you my love. Don't you ever forget that."

[mlmxreader]

Public Toilets | Bane x gn!reader (🍋)

『••✎••』

↳ ❝ anonymous asked: May I please give you a request to use the following prompts for big tiddy Bane X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader:

“You need to let go, and to have some fun” ❞

: ̗̀➛ Bane isn't keen on things like clubbing and being in public, he gets tense and worked up... but luckily, you know just to calm him down

: ̗̀➛ spit as lube, anal sex, swearing, Masturbation, anal fingering, public sex, Daddy kink, praise kink

: ̗̀➛ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

•───────────────★•♛•★──────────────•

The underground club scene was alive and well within Gotham; villains mingled with heroes and both danced and drank with the everyday Joe who needed to let loose after work. It didn't matter who they were. The club scene had something for everyone; harsh and loud dance music, even harsher and louder metal.

Everything in between. You weren't really sure how you managed to drag Bane along with you, given his distaste for public appearances when he was a more than wanted man, and you couldn't really blame him.

But he was there with you, keeping his heavy hand on your shoulder to make sure you didn't get separated from each other; heavily breathing through his mask as the heat started to get to him a little more than he first expected.

But you were so keen, he couldn't deny you. Bane could never tell you no when you wanted something, always bowing to a flash of the puppy dog eyes, or the slight whimper in your voice. Bane could never say no to you, even if he tried.

But he was tense, and you couldn't help but to notice as you dragged him into one of the toilet cubicles, your hands on his chest as he stood against the door.

"Bane?"

"Mm."

You tilted your head to the side slightly, raising your brows. "You alright?"

He shrugged, he didn't want to ruin your night and he wanted to at least try and have fun. "I'm fine, little one."

"You're tense," you pointed out, hands on his arms as you gently squeezed the thick muscles. "You need to let go, and to have some fun - trust me, yeah?"

He nodded slowly. "Always, little one."

Slowly, you guided him around until he sat on the toilet with his legs spread; you eyed his lap hungrily, licking your lips before you swallowed thickly and dropped to your knees between his legs.

His breath hitched, and he growled out a soft huff of your name under his breath; he resisted the urge to cup your jaw in his hand and force his thumb between your lips.

"What are you thinking?"

You grinned, looking at his crotch for a moment. "I was thinking I might know a way to help you relax."

"And what do you suggest?"

"Well, there's two options," you told him. "Either, you could fuck me, or you could fuck my mouth."

Bane grumbled under his breath. "I want you on my lap, little one."

You nodded, getting up off of your knees and dropping your trousers; Bane followed suit, sitting back down and giving his cock a good hard few strokes as he took in the sight of your body.

Watching as you copied him and started touching yourself. He got you to spit on his hand so he could make his cock a little more slick; you did it again as you started to finger your ass.

Bane was entranced, and when you told him that you were ready, he almost sprang to his feet.

"Are you still up for it?" He asked with a soft growl.

You nodded eagerly, bracing yourself against the door. "More than."

Slowly, Bane thrust into you, making you moan loudly; his hand went to your mouth, covering it so nobody could hear as he started to rock his hips against you, losing himself a little in how you pushed back against him.

Fuck. You felt so good.

He was so big, and so thick, you thought he was going to tear you open but you didn't want him to stop; he was still gentle, though, grunting softly in your ear as he pressed his cold mask to your skin.

Shivering, you moaned loudly against his hand, closing your eyes tightly. Fuck. With the added risk of getting caught so easily, you couldn't deny that you knew you wouldn't last long; frantically and desperately trying to fuck yourself against his cock.

Far from the usual talkative sex that you usually had. No, this was just pure lust.

"You're being so good," Bane grunted out quietly. "So, so good for me, little one."

"Daddy…" you murmured, rolling your hips. Your ass clenching around him and only spurring him on even more. "Please… fuck."

Bane's eyes rolled into the back of his head for a second, nearly letting go of your mouth in the process; but he was quick to come back to his senses, steadying himself with a hand on your hip as he rammed into you and started to thrust harder and faster.

Your muffled moans and begs for him to keep going only made him try and go as hard and fast as he possibly could. Wanting nothing more than to make you cum and to fill your ass with his own.

Fuck. The thought of stuffing you with his cum made him growl as he let go of your hip, focusing his attention on touching you instead.

"I wanna cum," you whimpered against his hand.

"When you're ready, little one," he told you firmly. "When you want to."

You nodded, losing yourself in the thrusting and the soft praises for a moment before you finally felt it happen; freezing up for a second as you gasped his name. Pleasure washing over you as your toes curled and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Oh, fuck.

It only made Bane's resolve crumble as he finally came in you; he kept fucking you, not caring as he stuffed as much of it into you as he could. Claiming you completely. Fuck. Oh, fuck.

Bane kept going until he could feel himself soften, clearing his throat as he sat down for a moment and used the toilet paper to clean his cock; he stole a look at you, admiring his masterpiece.

"You know," he mused. "I really do feel a lot less tense."

You were still bracing yourself against the door, grinning as you panted heavily, trying to catch your breath; your legs were shaking, but you could nod as you laughed softly. "That's alright, then."

[dykeredhood]

This is my favorite cosplay I’ve put together • May 2019

[sochawrites]

Hello, everyone! It's been a long time, hasn't it?

This one is for @justagenderfluidstuff, based off of a prompt from them.

Please, forgive me for how long it took! 🥺👉👈

I wish you all a happy New year!

Hands

Bane x Male!reader

"Awfully convenient, you know. I have an empty hand... you have an empty hand..."

Reconnaissances were always so boring, so tedious, so monotonous. The hours stretched on and on as if the days didn't want to end, and the weather was seldom in your favour. It was safe to say you hated being sent on surveillance, even to the point of your blood boiling whenever someone mentioned it around you, bitching and whining and doing all you could to convince someone to go instead of you. But even then, there was one exception.

No one ever dared to refuse a direct order from the boss. So whenever he came to you with a command to join him on sentry, you couldn't say no, or, rather than that, didn't want to.

Everyone could tell Bane treated you differently than the rest of his mercenaries, but besides speculations, nobody really knew why. He was known to be ruthless whenever someone made the slightest mistake, made one wrong move or dared to talk back. But you? He let you off easy, rarely ever giving you any punishment. And you were always more than happy to exploit this.

You enjoyed pushing the boundaries, and he hardly ever stopped you. At times, when there weren't ears around, Bane even tested the waters himself, which entertained you even more. You grew rather fond of him, some would say you even developed a little crush. And although occasionally his wit could be a bit irritating, going on a reconnaissance together was guaranteed to be fun.

Or at least it would be if it wasn't cold, wet and foggy night. You could hardly see the targeted site, everything was damp, and you were freezing. Yet there was Bane, leaning against a wall with binoculars in his hand, patiently looking out into the mist and waiting for any sign of movement. Hot breath making its way through the slits in his mask was the only sign of outside elements on him, even though he was dressed in less layers than you.

You just couldn't help but throw him a very irritated look.

"That expression will freeze on your face if you keep it any longer." Bane hissed, watching you out of the corner of his eyes, though there wasn't any real menace in his voice. You chuckled as you continued to pace around, pulling on your gun strap to adjust it once again. "It would be a miracle if it was just my face that would freeze. It's so cold I can't feel my hands, and I don't know how you expect me to notice anything when I can't see shit!" you thrashed your arms around as you exclaimed the last words, being shushed immediately after.

"If you dressed up more, like I have told you-" Was he really criticising you for something he did himself? "Oh, you're the one to talk, mister 'exposed skin all day, every day'. Don't tell me you don't feel the cold-ass air at all." you looked at the masked man in a slight disbelieve.

You both locked eyes momentarily before he stared forward once more "The weather has not concerned me for a long time now, Y/N. You, on the other hand, have a tendency to turn blue…". You could practically hear the smirk, and it made a little smile appear on your negligibly blue lips.

"Come on, you make it sound like I'm some baby that cries at the slightest of inconveniences!" you whined. "Yet you complain." Bane fired right back, looking at you once more, "Do not come to me when you fall ill.".

He sounded serious, but deep down, you had a feeling he wouldn't complain if you did. But that didn't change the fact that you would definitely benefit from warming up, even if just barely. "Why don't we start a little fire then! There's some junk around that-"

"No."

Bane cut you off, starring you down, clearly against the idea. "Why not? It's not like those idiots over there will notice the light from the flames, and if they do, I may be able to at least pull the trigger." you tried to argue, but it was to no avail. He kept silently gazing at you as if he was done with the conversation.

Hanging your head low in defeat, you made your way slowly up to the tall man, leaning against the wall right beside him, whispering, "Awfully convenient then, you know. I have an empty hand… You have an empty hand…". You looked up to meet Bane's half-lidded gaze with one of your own, reaching out with your fingers to brush against the back of his hand. It was so warm it stung. "You are playing with fire…" Bane threatened in a low voice.

You could practically feel the heat radiating off of him, even though there was still some space between you, "Please, Bane, I'm so fucking cold…". The man closed his eyes, contemplating, the mask letting out a long, soft hiss, as his hand slowly turned, enveloping yours tightly.

A bright smile crept onto your face immediately, your body practically vibrating. The connection between you had been unspoken for a long time, but until now, actions were never truly made. "See? It wasn't so hard, was it?" you beamed at Bane, whose only reply was a groan and an averted gaze. You caressed his skin with your thumb, enjoying the sensation of the returning feeling in your hand and savouring every moment.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw Bane cramming his binoculars into his pocket, but his body was just as stoic as before, still turned towards the warehouse. You tilted your head and furrowed your brows in confusion, about to ask what was happening, when he reached out and held your other hand softly right below the elbow.

Bane tugged gently, pulling you in front of him, "Not one word." was all he said when he met your gaze. You nodded, curious about where this was heading. He pulled your arms behind himself, hiding them in the warmed-up space between his back and his coat, before letting go and wrapping his hands around you.

It was a hug, and you happily reciprocated as you hid your face in the crook of his neck, or as close as you could. Bane slowly shifted the weight of his head over to the top of yours, and you couldn't help but grin. You fought against every sound that threatened to escape your throat, fearing Bane would cut the moment short.

"Have you considered that going on surveillances with me was meant as your punishment?" Bane spoke in a hushed voice. Of course you thought of that. What's a better way to punish someone who hates going on reconnaissance so much than to send them on one? Shame it was with the wrong person.

You nuzzled closer to his skin, daring to leave a soft kiss on his collarbone, "At first, but it never felt like it". You were breathing as one, calm and long breaths separating the gusts of steam. Listening to his heartbeat, you let your body soak in the heat.

[hecatemoon87]

Love Letters 💌 Master List

James Delaney

Alfie Solomons

Bane

More to come. Adding as I go.

[louthegothartist]

Remember my female Bane AU? Well I wanted to draw her in all the outfits of Bane I could find.

These ones I'm the most proud of are the Arkham Origins, Injustice 2 and Telltale.

For TDKR one it was painful for me to draw her white!

Who's your favorite? And if you have any suggestions for another version of her from a different movie or game, then ask me in the ask box!

[leenieweenie12]

This is not a human, this is a god

@potter-solomons @lyralu91

[dyns33]

Rafiq alruwh

I'm not sure yet if this will be a Bane x reader oneshot or not.

I like it like that, but I could find ideas for part 2. My only problem being that I still need to finish others Tom Hardy's characters story, while wanting to write Feyd Rautha stories.

As much as Y/N listened to these stories over and over again, she couldn't imagine the feeling everyone would describe.

The moment your skin touched your soulmate's skin, and suddenly everything became clear, better. A feeling of joy and the burning need to stay by this person's side forever.

It was a rare phenomenon that scientists could not explain. It was completely impossible to know when this would happen, or if it would happen, because fate seemed cruel. Most people either didn't have soulmates or didn't have the chance to meet them in their lifetime. The world was too big and time too short.

There were still skeptics, who claimed that it was all nonsense, lies, invented by people blinded by love or who wanted to give themselves a certain gender. Only those who ended up meeting the person changed their mind, the others remaining too jealous to accept the truth, considering that it was only a romantic utopia.

Y/N wanted to believe in it. She dreamed of meeting her soulmate and experiencing this special moment.

Her parents were not meant to be together. It was visible.

In her entourage, she had an uncle who had had this experience, a few neighbors, a friend, and all had said the same thing.

What they had in common was that they were all good people. Maybe that was one of the reasons.

“You might have had to choose another type of profession then.”

"Mom…"

“I’m just saying that cop is not the most popular job in the world.”

"And I would say that choosing to be a non-corrupt police officer in Gotham is almost like being a saint."

"You'll end up getting killed, long before you meet your soulmate. I'll never understand why you wanted to be a cop, especially in this town."

There came a day when her mother's fears almost became a reality. The day when terrorists took the entire city hostage with a bomb, preventing everyone from entering and leaving.

It was probably not what she had thought when she talked about dying, but for several months, hidden with her colleagues, Y/N thought about her soulmate, trying to imagine this meeting that would probably never happen.

Staying mainly with Blake and Gordon, she tried to hide her pain, but it did not escape Miranda Tate, who took her hand with a gentle smile and asked what was tormenting her.

“We’re going to die here.” Y/N whispered. "I mean, I'm not afraid of that, that's the risk of the job. But… I didn't think it would be like this now. I wish I had met my soulmate before."

"Your rafiq alruwh. I didn't think many people cared about it here."

"My what ?"

"That's how my father called soulmates. I grew up with a lot of stories about it, because he and my mother were related. I prayed a lot to be that for one of my friends, but no. Our destinies are linked, but not like that.”

"Sorry."

"Even if I would have liked him to be mine, I wish him happiness and that he meets his other half one day. A being worthy of him, of his love and his protection. He deserves to be happy. You too, you seem kind. Maybe you shouldn't have been here."

Her words were strange, but Y/N didn’t tell the others. It wouldn't have changed anything anyway. Even though she had discovered that Miranda Tate had the detonator, that she was the real leader of the terrorists, the streets remained controlled by the militias.

As always, they were saved by the Batman. She had never really known what to think of the vigilante, protected by Gordon and hated by everyone else. He clearly wanted to help Gotham, but his methods remained illegal, and not necessarily effective in the long term.

His death was a tragedy, but not necessarily the end of a symbol. Hope was still there, even stronger, and the Gotham police were determined to ensure everyone's safety.

Y/N felt this determination too.

Still, she froze as she inspected the sewers with Blake and Ramirez. They too had a moment of hesitation, as their lamps illuminated a body. A huge body, sitting against the wall, face hidden by this frightening mask.

There had been a search for Bane and his men after the explosion. Witnesses said the Batman fought him, and won, but they found nothing.

Obviously, the terrorist had managed to drag himself here to die.

"What do we do ?" Ramirez asked shyly. “Should we put a bullet in his head ?”

"What ? Why do you want to do this ?"

"To make sure he's dead. I've seen a lot of movies, man, I know the mistakes to avoid."

She didn't approve of the speech, but Y/N agreed, it was necessary to check it out.

Feeling almost stupid, she moved forward slowly, her hand reaching towards Bane to see if he felt a pulse.

She didn't expect the large hand that quickly grabbed her neck before she could touch him.

Fear paralyzed her body, and yet there was something else. An indescribable, incredible feeling, which resembled happiness but more intense, which was absurd in this situation.

Y/N felt so lost that she didn't realize the hand was relaxing, just resting against her skin instead of squeezing and snapping her neck like it easily could have done.

"Habibi…" was the word spoken with difficulty by Bane, who stared at her with an indecipherable expression.

“Let her go right now, you bastard !”

Maybe he was as confused as her, or maybe he was too weak, but the terrorist didn't avoid Ramirez's punch, while Blake grabbed Y/N to pull her as far away as possible.

She stood still, not understanding what was happening, as Ramirez called for reinforcements, proud of having been able to knock out the giant, even though he knew as well as anyone that he would have had no chance. if his mask hadn't been damaged and he wasn't half dead. It was not possible.

Bane couldn't be her soulmate, Y/N refused to believe it. A man like him had no soul, not after everything he had done, and above all why would he be destined for her ? She didn't feel like she had committed a crime that deserved such punishment.

She was probably never going to see him again anyway.

If he survived to Blackgate, he would be locked there forever. Even if she had permission, she had no intention of visiting him.

But the feeling remained there, strong, impossible to ignore, demanding more. An incomprehensible need to be close to the one who had touched her, so that he would touch her again.

Y/N resisted. She gave her report to Commissioner Gordon, forgetting a few small details, and indicating that she did not wish to follow this case, leaving Bane's case to better agents than her.

This seemed to surprise him, as he considered her one of his best people, but he accepted.

However, it was impossible not to think of her soulmate, since the whole town was only talking about him and his arrest. The television was on loop every day, and her colleagues thought they were doing the right thing by keeping her informed of progress.

"They say his face is horrible. I think there are photos in the file."

"I'd love to see that ! I can't imagine that fucker at all without his weird mask. Do you think he has a normal voice without that thing ?"

“I can go get it so we check.”

Ramirez's gaze met hers as he stood, and without her needing to speak, he knew it was best for him to sit back down and change the subject.

Y/N didn’t see the photos. She absolutely didn't want to.

After several weeks, she asked to take a vacation, claiming to still be traumatized by what had happened to her, in addition to the near destruction of Gotham. She needed some time to rest.

Turning off all the screens and her phone, she tried meditation to clear her mind, so she could get some sleep and forget that her soulmate was a crazy, half-dead terrorist who would soon be judged.

This miserable attempt being a failure, she turned her phone back on shortly after midnight, only to be bombarded with calls and messages, coming from several colleagues, Blake, and Gordon.

"What is happening ?" she asked, calling the Commissioner back.

"Damn, I almost sent men to check on you, you weren't responding ! Where are you ? Are you okay ?"

“I’m at home, why ?”

"Don't panic. Blake will come get you."

“Gordon, what’s going on ?”

"He hasn't said anything since his arrest, keeping very quiet, and then yesterday Bane spoke. He asked to see you, giving your name. The other agents are categorical, it's impossible that he knows ot, no one told him. The agent simply replied that you were not on the investigation, and even on vacation… Damn, he…"

“Gordon, what ?”

"He escaped, Y/N. We don't know how. No one knows where he is, or what he's going to do. But since he talked about you, I don't want to take any risks. Don't move, John will come right away."

She could have told him that she knew very well why Bane had spoken about her, and that it was undoubtedly necessary for her to leave without delay, but fear held her back.

Even if it wasn't her fault, what would the commissioner think when he learned of her connection to the fugitive ? He was a good man, but all men had their limits, and she would be the first to be wary of someone designated as Bane's soulmate.

After hanging up, she jumped out of bed to grab her gun and shoes, ready to wait for Blake to arrive in her living room.

Y/N froze in the middle of the hallway, seeing the huge figure standing between her and the front door.

His face was covered by a scarf, his posture a little less proud than in the videos she had seen of him during his city hostage situation, he appeared to be in pain, but it was obvious that if she tried to pass, he would retain her without the slightest difficulty.

“Habibi.” he whispered, and indeed his voice was different without his mask, more human. "What a joy to see you again. More beautiful than I remember or on pictures. Will you come with us without resistance ? I don't want to hurt you."

"Hands in the air." she replied, pointing her gun at him, ignoring the urge to hug him. “Don’t move, my colleagues are coming.”

"I admire your sense of duty and honor, Habibi. But I will not return to prison, ever again. And I will not leave you either. I thought of you every day. Is your neck healed ? I need to repair my wrongs to you.”

“I said, put your hands in the air.”

“So you leave us no choice, Habibi.” he sighed, looking behind her.

We. He said we, and someone gave him her name. Y/N reacted too late, one man grabbing her gun, and the other not holding her shoulder, injecting something into her neck with a syringe.

In an instant, she found herself on the ground, her vision blurring, but her body not panicking, as it was invaded by an incredible sensation. Bane had reached out to hug her, his eyes smiling as he ran a hand over her cheek.

"It's okay. I'm taking you home, rafiq alruwh."

All her life, Y/N had waited for this moment, this feeling, this sentence. She told herself that the stories we said to children were really stupid, as her eyes closed.

[leagueofbane]

Am I the only person who thinks of this scene every time I watch a Pittsburgh football game?

[youcantsaymylastname]

Welcome to the great Gotham bake off celebrity edition.

In the tent today we have: Bane, Catwoman, Poison Ivy, Alfred (Bruce Wayne’s guardian and mentor), Scarecrow And… Batman… who is lurking and should stop hiding behind that refrigerator.

It’s going to be a great day in the tent folks.

Thanks to @stormofsharpthings for the bane bake - it’s all them. ❤️Thanks to @deinvatiwrites & storm for cheering me on. 🎉🎉🎉

[mlmxreader]

Loyal To a Fault | Bane x gn!reader

anonymous asked: 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: "I'm not leaving!"+ "I thought we were... forget it"+"Get down!" Reader protects the big man and refuses to leave his side, even when all seems hopeless. (As always, this is just spit balling, all creative liberties to you of course!!) Thank you 🖤! 🐍anon

summary: Bane appreciates loyalty, but to be loyal to a fault is one of the worst things that a person can be for him.

tws: swearing, injury, gun violence

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"Get down!"

Bane's back hit the floor, a grunt escaping his throat as he closed his eyes, screwing them shut as he swallowed thickly; he felt like he could've move, hearing the crashes and the loud thuds. He couldn't move.

He heard your voice shouting orders at his men, but he was powerless to do anything; he pieced together what had happened. Gunshots. Something in his stomach. He swallowed thickly again, wondering if he had really badly fucked up this time; if the shadows had ceased being owned by him.

Bane knew you were loyal to him, and only him, but he wished you weren't loyal to a fault; he had been brought down, there was no use in continuing the fight. There was no use in trying to keep it up; he couldn't keep fighting. You should have left him there, left him to deal with it.

He opened his eyes, and groaned at the sight. You were fighting hard, but you never went more than a few steps away from him, and constantly looked back at him to ensure that he was still alive; you were loyal to a fault. Bane closed his eyes again, sighing heavily.

He wanted you to leave, to run away. To get yourself to safety, not protect him. Bane could only assume that someone had tried to grab you when you yowled out.

"Fuck off! I'm not leaving! Leave me the fuck alone! I can't abandon him, you cunt!"

Loyal to a fault.

Bane grumbled, struggling to drag himself to sit up; it felt like his stomach was being torn open when he did, propping himself up on a wall as he sighed heavily and did his best to muster the strength to speak; but you knew.

You collapsed to your knees between his legs, hands on his chest as you stared at him; he could easily see the worry swirling in your irises, mixing with caution and desperation. He swallowed thickly, his bloodied hand heavily resting on your wrist as he shook his head slowly.

"Go," he wheezed. "Leave me."

"No," you growled, shaking your head. "Bane, no… I… I can't. Not you. I'd be lost without you… I've never not been at your side, I… no."

Bane's eyes saddened as he huffed out a quick and curt sigh. "Please."

"No," you repeated. "It's always been me and you, I don't know how to be me without you. I don't know what life is like without you and I… I wouldn't be able to go on if you weren't there."

He looked desperate. "Listen…"

"No!" You snapped. "Not happening! I'm not leaving! I thought we were… nevermind… it's not important. Just… don't make me leave?"

He didn't want to argue, you were upset enough as it was and he knew he wouldn't get through to you. Loyal to a fault, and stubborn to a fucking thorn in his side. Stubborn and loyal, far too much of both. He let out a soft sigh as he rolled his eyes.

"Fine. Destroy the life you could have had by staying."

You leaned forward, planting a kiss to his mask right where his mouth was, before you dared to smile and nod curtly at him. "As long as it means I get to stay where I belong."

He wanted to protest. To tell you that even though you did belong at his side, he didn't want you to be there if it meant getting you killed; he had promised a long, long time ago, that he would always be there at your side.

He promised. He said he would never leave, that he would never give up on you no matter how much shit got between you; Bane had kept that promise for years, but it weighed heavily on his chest that maybe he would have to. He dreaded it.

A numbness began to sink over him, making him sink against the wall as his brows furrowed. His chest felt tight, like something was blocking it.

"The injury isn't fatal, it's almost superficial, just knocked the wind out of him badly," he heard someone say to you. "He'll live, but…"

"I swear down if you fucking say that we need to get a fucking hospital right now-"

"No," they replied, "but you will need to clean the wound, eventually. Prevent infection."

"Then fucking fix him!" You were terrifying when you raised your voice. Bane rarely raised his own, but you… you almost never raised yours. "Fucking fix him! Now, you fucking cretin! Or I'll fucking hang you from your fucking ribs on the flagpole outside! Do I make myself fucking clear?!"

Bane felt his shirt tear open, hands on his chest. Pressure and something cool on his wound. A sharp sting. He heard the ripping of fabric, the pressure of something soft. Padded. He sighed.

"Easy, big guy."

He felt something, someone, grab his hand tenderly.

"You better not get an infection," you mumbled in his ear. Bane hummed like he was going to laugh. "You're my fucking partner, Bane, you're not allowed to fucking leave."

He felt a little better. He knew he didn't have to break his promise. You were safe, and he would be back on his feet in no time; Bane could rest easily knowing that he could step in as your protector again.

Of course, everybody knew that you didn't actually need protecting, you were just fine on your own, but Bane… he wouldn't allow himself to live if he couldn't be there when you needed him most. You were special to him.

You meant everything to him, and he couldn't bear to think of what his life would be like without you in it; he had been at your side for so long, he dreaded the mere thought of it.

But then he looked at you, and how your nerves were so clearly shot to shit, how panic and worry was still within your eyes as you swallowed thickly; Bane knew that there was only one thing that he could say to help you calm down, even just a little bit. He knew.

"My love," he growled. "I'm keeping my promise."

[heroicgartist]

Can't believe the Harley Quinn show is the closest BaneBlake has ever been acknowledged in official DC material. 🅱️ane get your 🅱️OY!

[sochawrites]

Can I request a Bane x male reader? Just some nice hurt/comfort, please?

Hi there! Yes, you can!

Well, this took longer than expected, sorry for that! I never wrote hurt/comfort before, so I had to do some more research, I would also like to warn you of the ooc Bane possibility.

Anyways, enjoy! ^^

A joytoy?

Bane x Male! reader

Oh, and contains some minor Talia slander, don't mind me...

Your breath hitched in your throat as you hastily abseiled the steep wall of wet rock. Never in your life have you ever thought you would be grateful for the searing pain of bullet holes and bruises on your skin, as the pain over-shined the burns and blisters forming on your palms from the rough rope.

You couldn't tell if you had your eyes open anymore, as your body moved on autopilot. Each outside sound was dulled by blood pumping mercilessly in your ears. You heard shouts from both above and below, indicating your squad has already made it down, as well as that your enemies were hot on your trail, but could not register any specific words.

Your body pushed itself off the wall one more time, stomach dropping as the rope slacked in your hold, your brain only now recognizing the meaning of some of the shouted words.

Rope.

And cut.

The fall was a short one, but the impact still knocked the breath out of your lungs. If you were a bit more conscious, you'd heard a nasty crack.

The world seemed still and quiet, but it certainly wasn't that. You were slipping into unconscious already, hardly making out the familiar, enveloping scent of your lover, his body heat as he cradled you in his strong arms, and the voices of your comrades calling out to you. "Stay with us, brother."

...

Were you awake, or were you asleep? You couldn't tell. But you knew you were hot, feverish even, and every part of your body felt heavy and numb. You could swear your felt something heavy moving delicately over your hand. It was pleasantly cool. You tried to embrace the cool object, but your muscles didn't listen, making you only twitch your fingers. The thing however seemed to take the hint, as it tightened its hold. Was it a hand? It wasn't long before you heard some muffled voices. They didn't sound pleasant.

And just like that, the coldness was gone, your mind fading again soon after.

You didn't know how long has it been since that occurrence, could have been hours, days, or even weeks. You still felt feverish and numb, but your mind was getting clearer by the minute, so a question arose in your head, where were you?

You tried to open your eyes, which was quite a struggle, but you managed after a while. The area was dimly lit, making it easier for your vision to adjust. You didn't recognize the room, it was too nice, too clean, it didn't belong in a mercenary's life, so why were you here? As you looked over your body, the events of the botched heist came forth. There was an IV piercing your arm, pumping in painkillers. That explained the numbness you felt. Examining your arms further, you noticed your hands were freshly bandaged, smelling of some healing ointment.

You heard voices, so you tried to tune in, yet some words were spoken too quietly to be heard. The first was a feminine one, filled with spite, but it sounded familiar. "How long…" "…going to keep that joytoy of yours…" "The plan…" "…motion.". A joytoy? Who was she talking about?

"Be wary…" "…Talia, he's…" Bane! that was Bane's voice, and Talia… wasn't she Ra's Al Ghul's daughter? Could they be talking about you? You tried to hear more of the conversation, but the argument went too faint for your ears.

New questions swirled into your mind, your eyes focusing on the ceiling. What if they were really talking about you? Why did Talia call you a joytoy? Was Bane talking about you that way behind your back? That couldn't be right, he was keen on keeping the relationship secret, even Barsad, Bane's right hand, had to figure it out himself. But this was Talia… maybe things were different for her?

You were deep in thought, not realizing the chatter has ceased. The door opened, and a cold hand trapped yours, startling you.

"Keep calm dearest, it is me." Bane spoke softly, a tone you believed was reserved for you and you only, "It is good to see you finally awake. How are you feeling?". He expressed such care, it was hard to imagine he could talk about you so lowly.

"Hot." you managed to wheeze out, the straining of your cords painfully obvious. Bane simply nodded and stood up, walking to a table that was out of your view. "A fewer was expected, take this.", he returned to your side with a pill in one hand, and a glass of water in the other.

You tried to sit up, but were stopped by both your protesting body and Bane gently pressing down on your shoulder. "Do not strain yourself, your injuries were quite severe." he put the tablets in your palm and sat next to you, putting his hand carefully under your head.

"Drink first…" Bane slowly lifted your head towards the glass, letting you sip the liquid until you felt like it was enough. "Good, good. Will you be able to take the medications yourself?" you could, "Good boy. Now drink it down.". He was rarely this gentle, it almost felt out of place.

After you finished the glass, Bane extended the back of his hand to your forehead, it was cold, so lovely cold, you could not help but to lean into the touch. Bane smiled behind the mask, his chest vibrating with a low chuckle, "You are aware, that you are not able to hide your emotions very well right now, right?". You hummed, "What do you mean?". The drink has certainly helped ease your dry throat.

"There is something on your mind Y/N, speak it." he didn't skip a beat, you, on the other hand, lingered for a second.

"What am I to you?"

Bane visibly halted and looked at you with confusion, a rare sight to come by, "This question would not come unprompted, care to tell me where the idea came from?"

You couldn't look him in the eyes, fearing your voice would betray you, and focused on your hands instead, "I… I just… It's stupid, forget I said-" "Dearest, speak.", Bane's stern voice cut you off, it was an order. You huffed, and shook your head, or at least believed you did, "I heard you talking with Talia a few minutes ago. I believe the phrase 'joytoy of yours' was used, so I suspect it was meant towards me. Is that how you view me?"

Bane raised an eyebrow at you and caressed your cheek, "I would never think of you so lowly dearest. Those are her misjudged words, blinded by envy. You are the light in my life, my weakness." he set aside the water glass and took your hand in his, "The heist has almost cost the life of the only good thing that ever happened to me, I could not leave you at the base, so far from me, with fate uncertain."

Face turning red "Bane, I…", you were at a loss, how were you supposed to answer this? Soft moments like this were rare and far between, you didn't want to ruin it, "As I said, it was stupid… I love you."

You could tell he was smirking at you, "My, it looks like your fever is getting worse… Do you want me to help you cool down?". You blinked up at him, oh the tease he was, you knew where this was going, or, well, thought you did, "I doubt that's possible around you, but it's worth a try…"

Bane patted your hand before letting go and walking around the bed where there was a lot more space for him. He removed his boots before slipping under the blankets and pulling you carefully towards him, resting your head under his chin, arms wrapping around your middle. His whole body was colder than usual as if he was outside not too long ago, but it also could be that your body temperature was even greater than his. You didn't mind though, he was actually quite cooling.

You closed your eyes, feeling content, a wave of sleepiness slowly washing over you, "I also heard something about some plan…". "Do not bother yourself with it now, dearest, you will learn about it together with the others. Now, are you comfortable?"

You hummed tiredly and whispered, "You're much comfier than that pillow…". Bane squeezed you a little bit, mindful of your wounds, "Then I will stay as long as you need."

[hecatemoon87]

Bane and the Child of the Bat

Summary: This is a mix between TDKR Bane and Comic Book Bane. I'm fascinated with the idea of Bane 'baby sitting' Talia al Ghul's and Batman's son, Damian. This isn't a fluff piece, FYI. It's about a mentorship between Bane and Damian. Bane is passing on his wisdom and skill to The Son of Batman. And Damian is about to be baptized in the fires of Santa Prisca.

Chapter 1: An Icy Farewell

Damian al Ghul had just turned eleven years old. As a birthday gift, his mother, Talia al Ghul, told him he’d be going to stay with a new mentor for a few months. Damian was excited. He had never left the confines of the compound before. Here he had been born and here he had been raised by Talia and his grandfather, Ra’s al Ghul.

The boy was trained in various fighting styles, taught several languages and studied mathematics, sciences and technology.  

Most children wouldn’t have been able to endure the rigorous trials of the League of Shadows, but Damian was no ordinary child. He was the son of Batman. He was born to become a weapon, an unstoppable force that would bring change to the world. Whether that be for good or for evil. Only time would tell. 

Talia had drugged Batman eleven years ago and seduced him into her bed. She had wanted a child, but only if it came from the most fearsome of fighters. Damian had never met his father, though he had heard stories of the Dark Knight. He secretly hoped that one day he would finally be reunited with his father, but Talia said he was not ready. 

“Mother, but when will I be ready?” Damian whined as she packed his bag.

“I will tell you when you are, but now, you will go to Santa Prisca and study with Bane,” Talia said, zipping up the boy’s suitcase. 

“You said the same thing last year. Tell me mother, does father even know I exist?” Damian sneered. 

Talia glanced up at her son and glared at him. “Enough of this. It’s time to go,” she snapped, pushing the suitcase into the arms of a nearby guard. 

Mother and son walked solemnly to the helicopter pad atop a tower in the compound. Damian started to feel a little nervous, but he used his mindfulness technique to steady his nerves.

He had a very complicated relationship with his mother. It was certainly a love/hate dynamic. Talia was not motherly, and she had high expectations for her son. In truth, Damian was eager to distance himself from his mother’s ever constant presence and unreasonable demands. 

As they reached the landing of the helicopter pad, Damian saw his grandfather, Ra’s al Ghul, waiting for them.

“Ah, my grandson. You’ll enjoy it at Santa Prisca, I assure you,” Ra’s said, patting Damian on the shoulder. 

“Thank you, grandfather, I’m sure I will like it there,” Damian said formally. 

The al Ghul’s did not hug. Talia simply turned away and walked back down the stairs, leaving her son in her icy wake. His grandfather, however, gave him a reassuring nod then departed.

Damian forced away the well of sadness threating to spill out over his cheeks and turned to board the helicopter. 

[hauntedbestie]

A Lesson in Finality

Bane/AFAB!Reader (Rabbit) (no gendered pronouns)

Summary: Or perhaps this was a lesson in new beginnings?

The Bane/Rabbit series can be read in its entirety on AO3

Word Count: 582

Warnings: mentions of death, discussions of afterlife

Bright.

It was so very bright; he was certain he’d burn if left outside for long. Only he wasn’t feeling much of anything. Just…nothing. No agony, a feeling he’d grown far too comfortable with now made him uncomfortable at its absence. He felt light, too light, and the hand he brought to his face confirmed that the mask was gone. If the mask was gone, why wasn’t he in extreme agony?

But then he saw you.

“Impossible,” he whispers, continuing to watch as you sat with your back to him. He was by your side at the end, felt your grip on his hand weaken until eventually it was only his strength keeping your hand in his. Watched with his forehead pressed to yours as your eyes finally shut after months of suffering in silence for him.

He’d been there when his Rabbit died, whoever sat before him was not his Rabbit.

But then you turned.

That was his Rabbit. That was you.

“Habibi,” you murmur with a smile, standing from your seat on the bench and moving around it to walk towards him. “I’d complain about making me wait, but you had more work to do.”

“You recognize me without the mask?”

“Even without the mask,” you assure, gentle fingertips brushing against the lips you’d longed to see during your lifetime with him. “I could never forget those eyes.”

“How I missed you, my dear Rabbit,” he whispers, his hand coming to hold yours against his cheek. “It’s been so long.”

“How long?”

“Twenty-seven days,” he explains, his free hand coming to cup your cheek like it had so many times before. He has more to say, but you cut him off by pressing your lips to his. He’d never had the opportunity to kiss someone like you’d kissed him, but after this he wasn’t sure that he’d want anything else. “Too long, my love.”

“But you’re here now, with me,” you whisper, cupping his cheeks and grinning when his forehead pressed to yours. No obstructions, no pain, just skin pressed to skin.

“I didn’t think there was a heaven.”

“There isn’t one if you’re not in it,” you murmur before he kisses you once more. “There’s no pain, no injustice, no need to hide. We can just be.”

“Where do we go?” he asks, finally taking a cursory look around. It was just a field of flowers, with a lone bench that sat under a large tree. It feels so familiar, but he remembers you telling him once about where you’d run off to when you were younger to hide from the world. Did you create this? How was he here? You may have lived the life of a ruthless mercenary, but in terms of transgressions there wasn’t a possibility that he’d end up in the same afterlife as you. You were the rabbit, pure as the snow in your intentions while he was the wolf that hid in the darkness, tainted by the evils of the world with no wish for a reprieve from them.

“We can go wherever we want. I don’t think this is a heaven and it’s certainly not a hell of anybody’s creation, I believe it’s just where we feel the most comfort. Dying can be a source of fear, we should be able to find comfort in the afterlife.”

“And you sought comfort under this tree, much like I sought comfort in you.”

“I thought it’d be a nice spot to wait for you.”

[frownyalfred]

people on tiktok are really saying that Bane from the Dark Knight Rises has an “average physique”

i’m sorry WHAT

this motherfucker???? this dude!? the same guy who broke Batman’s back literally in half on his knee??