Now is not the time for fear.

"There is a prison in a more ancient part of the world, a pit where men are thrown to suffer and die. But sometimes a man rises from the darkness. Sometimes the pit sends something back." I am Bane. I'm necessary evil. ((Independent Semi-Active RP blog for TDKR's Bane as Written by J))

[fearcomeslater]

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[warwaited]

"Oh... oh, wow. Wow. Heh!" She actually leaves her fighting stance as she takes in the sheer breadth of the man before her, not so much as set off balance by what she thought was a pretty brisk kick. "You're real tough. Heh heh... heh heh ha ha ha!"

Unfortunately, something about the way she laughs seems to startle the little lady - spook her more than his presence does. Xue swallows it back, and takes one step away as well. Her hand comes up again... rising as she inhales, hesitating in the air, then pushing slooowly back downward as she breathes out. She studies him again.

Uncertain this time.

"...look. I could honestly do this all night, but I don't want to get too... worked up. You should get outta here, all right? I might not be Batman but I still think you should be "doing business" someplace else."

[fearcomeslater]

It doesn't really even occur to him what exactly she's nervously laughing over. He doesn't move from where he stands before her, hands still at the lapels of his jacket as a brow arches. She'd been so confident and sure of herself with her fighting, he was almost shocked and somewhat let down that she'd stopped. She wasn't the only one who could do this all day.

"My business here is done." His breath echoes within the confines of the mask. "Ah... But you're not the Batman. You're better. I've seen potential in you, but he relies too much on theatricality."

[warwaited]

Xue keeps her stance loose and her feet moving, ducking around a bit almost to tease him. One hand is held low, the other high, creating both a wide guard for strikes and an ambiguous position for her own offense. It's... unorthodox, but seemingly something she's confident enough in that she doesn't have to think about it.

"What, does it not seem obvious? Thugs. Meatheads. Crooks. Guys who think hitting the gym means they get to push around people who don't." Xue steps back in, light on her feet, much more wary of his hands this time. She's still not planning on making him wait, but seeing him shrug off her attacks has slowed her roll.

"Or they get a bunch of buddies and bats and pocket knives and they think that means they make the rules." Going low didn't work, so she tries going high. That side kick she'd been too hesitant to try earlier comes out in force, though it bounces off his bicep.

But.

In a move that flies in the face of how people should be able to preserve momentum, she keeps turning, pushing off the wall and gaining extra height to crack her shin into his shoulder. Xue lands on his other side and ducks away again, getting some more distance. The legs of her pants are burning, though no smoke rises from the flames, and there's no visible damage to the fabric.

She laughs. "Like I said. Cowards. And like I said, I judged you wrong. You're fun."

[fearcomeslater]

Bane studies her stance, his head tilting ever so slightly as he observes her. His gaze never leaves what she's doing, calculating. Combat is so deeply ingrained into him that it's as natural as breathing to him. As he watches, his breaths stay even within the mask.

He considers her words, another kick that simply bounces off his bicep. His gaze narrows as she moves more off the wall. The crack of her shin against his shoulder is more intriguing that it is painful. He takes a deep breath, turning to face her, looming.

"Ah... Criminals." He arches a brow, hands coming up to grab the lapels of his jacket. "I'm curious... Was your purpose to stop me?"

[warwaited]

"I guess I'm glad you're taking this seriously now." Even if she isn't - and her tone implies a different kind of seriousness than Bane would probably mean. She'd intended to follow through with the kick but now that he's ready for her there's a lot less movement than she'd like, and Xue's forced to bounce back and try to reset her stance- but she's seized in the moment of uncertain motion and unceremoniously chucked.

Thankfully, he's not on fire.

She rolls, taking a moment to push herself back up. Her legs curl, then extend, lending some extra momentum to the front-leaning kip-up, and there's a grimace and a rub of her shoulder. "I was just going to smack you around for freaking out Mr. Deng like that. That's what I usually do with guys your type..." Something flickers through her tone- she's really not fond of street level thugs.

"But you're not like that. Or, if you are, you're not a coward."

She bounces on the balls of her feet, squinting across the alley at him. "Come to think of it, I don't even know if you were gonna rob him at all."

[fearcomeslater]

The mere mention of the world coward makes his spine ache and stomach churn. He focuses on her, dark eyes studying her movements as he keeps an even pace of breathing. His fingers twitch at his sides as he watches, ready to react when need be.

It's something all together different to find someone who he doesn't have to fight to the death to defend himself or that he's not having to annihilate. There's something almost calming and exhilarating about it. He's on guard, but he's enjoying himself. Something in him even attaches to the fact she's young and can't possibly have the experience he does.

"Merely business..." He takes a long exhale within the mask. "My type? What exactly do you consider to be men of my type?"

[warwaited]

@fearcomeslater

He's bigger than most people she tangles with, but Xue has taken down people his size with a lot less... effort. As the mountain pushes himself upright, she lifts a foot and scuffs her shoe against the wet pavement - more violet sparks flying where it impacts.

"Prepared to die? Well- no. But this is good! Usually people don't want to go again." The same foot drags around in a half-circle as she drops into the same ready stance, but this time, a line of similarly-coloured flame ignites in the track of the slight young woman's shoe.

"I'm actually having-" Xue's eyes widen, and she goes low, spinning out of an attempted strike. "-fun. Wait, were you trying to kill me to start with?" Not waiting for an answer, she turns again, extending her back leg and trying to catch him in the upper thigh with a rotating kick. It's about all she can reach without opening herself up to a truly ruinous counterattack.

[fearcomeslater]

He simply blocks with his own body. His eyes do not miss the sparks or flame. He'd thought there was something peculiar about her. Perhaps he was right. She showed a lot of potential in his attacks and, admittedly, most would have given up by now or allowed for an all too easy take down.

"Only considered on second attack...." His breath echoes within the confines of the mask as he grabs hold of her and tosses her aside with little effort. He's not trying to destroy her. He's merely like a dog playing with another — testing her. "Not many make it to this point.... So I wondered, of course.... What is your purpose? Fun?"

[fearcomeslater]

"Oh- oh, you're getting up. Okay! Round two, let's go!" (from xue!)

Rising to his feet, drawing in several deep breaths in the mask, dark eyes narrow on her. For someone so young, he had to admit that he was impressed with her spirit and her fight. It wasn't often that he felt much of a challenge at all.

"I see... Perhaps you are prepared to die today?" He cracks his neck audibly and wiggles his fingers at his sides to crack each of them before he moves in for a direct hit.

[fearcomeslater]

"Now is not the time for fear.....

That comes later."

[fearcomeslater]

*dusts off this blog*

Are we still ready for a reckoning?

[multiplechoicepast]

“I’m not exactly sure what happened.   Sometimes I remember it one way, sometimes another…        If I’m going to have a past, I prefer it to be multiple choice!“

( Independent Multi - Muse Blog Written by J )

[multiplechoicepast]

“I’m not exactly sure what happened.   Sometimes I remember it one way, sometimes another…        If I’m going to have a past, I prefer it to be multiple choice!“

( Independent Multi - Muse Blog Written by J )

[fearcomeslater]

BIG ANNOUNCEMENT AND CHANGES

//I did it. I made the decision to switch my blogs (including this one) over to a multi-muse as well as bring back some muses I once had and deleted and even add some muses that I’ve had for a while, but was afraid to make the blogs for.

This was no easy decision and I want to assure you all about a few things.

I will be keeping my current blogs in place and not deleting them. Think of them as archived. I’m also keeping them just in case the whole multi thing doesn’t work out for some reason.

I will be moving all current and plotted threads over to the new blog from all of my blogs. I know this sounds confusing, but I promise to make the transition as easy and completely organized as humanly possible.

I am currently working on the blog and doing so is taking a considerable chunk of my free time, but if I am going to do it then I am going to do it right. I am making sure to make things look nice, neat, organized etc as I possibly can before I link to the new blog and consider this blog as well as all of my others archived. I have no idea when I will be able to get this finished, but I don’t anticipate it taking more than a few weeks if I can have decent time every week to work on it. Life, however, happens and my schedule is very much up in the air so don’t quote me on that. It could be as much as month.

When I have the new blog finished, I will post a link to it from all of my blogs. Keep your eyes peeled and when you see it, if you want to follow me, go ahead and follow the link.

All writing here and on my other blogs is being put on a hiatus until such a time that I can have this new blog prepared and ready to go. It makes switching over all threads etc that much easier if I don’t create a bunch of new ones. HOWEVER, this doesn’t mean that I cannot be reached. I do have a discord and until this new blog is finished I can be most easily reached due to mobile from HERE. Feel free to contact me about anything or even if you’re not feeling continuing to write with me or something due to converting to a multimuse just let me know.

Thank you all for reading, following, and putting up with me. I am REALLY looking forward to this new venture and can’t wait to have you all join me (and hopefully more.) I am feeling really good about this and revived and I think those of you who follow me here and/or on multiple accounts are going to like what you see and how I plan to work things. Just hang in there with me and we’ll be better than ever.

Love, J

[fearcomeslater]

officerrobinjohnblake:

“Safe? Seriously?” John hated the slight waver in his voice, his own fear and anger mixing together in an emotional time bomb, and he pushed it down hard as he could. His eyes flickered with that rage still as he watched Bane’s every move, swallowing hard as the man came closer. The heat off the massive man could be felt distinctly, and John resisted the urge to shrink back out of self-preservation. 

“We might not of met officially, but I know enough about you from your actions to not feel safe here, Bane.” 

“Besides,” he huffed a bitter laugh, craning his head back to better meet the man’s eyes. “Not like I could be much of a threat to your safety like this. So, excuse me if I don’t take a lotta comfort in this whole ‘neither of us gotta get hurt’ bullshit.”

Bane continued to stand his ground, looming above his captive. Ah, even with his mask in place and his sense of smell long since distorted, he can practically smell and taste the fear from the other man. He can hear it when his voice wavers. Even the strongest of men are breakable. He knows this and can see the officer beginning to crack at his seems before him. It would only be a matter of time before he fell.

Dark eyes held the other man’s with great interest, listening to ever word he spoke. He waited until the other was done speaking before he drew in a long, deep breath and moved close enough for the metal of his mask to almost touch the other man’s face. A strong hand now rested at his neck, fingers pressed against the soft flesh there. “And you think that your words... Your threats... Are enough to make me back down and cower from you, Blake?”

He lets his fingers curl around to the back of his neck, hovering near his spine. His eyes remain fixed. “You are correct. You are not much of a threat to me, but perhaps you should consider that I don’t wish to harm you. I have brought you here for a reason. If the reason was to simply kill you, would I not have done it by now? No... You see... You’re worth something to me and I’m hoping that perhaps you might begin to see things a little differently. Maybe you and I might share some common ground that you’ve not yet considered.”

[fearcomeslater]

rvdscarf:

At first, Barsad looks like he was–affronted at Bane’s ‘subtle’ tactic to get Barsad to stop smoking. He wanted to scoff, but that was rude and he didn’t feel like fighting his brother tonight.

Instead, he pulled out one of the rolled up cigarettes and put it between his lips. As much as he hated the weird scolding tone he got from Bane, he couldn’t help but keep this vice up. It helped him trick himself into thinking he’s warmer than he really is–this cold in Gotham was… a weird sort of torture. After all the things he’s been through, after all the weather and places he’s traversed by himself or even with Bane and his men, but Gotham.

Gotham was Hell.

That’s the thing that everybody always seemed to assume, Hell had to be the Mohave desert or Arizona–no. It was Gotham.

Barsad’s eyes are glazed over a little while he looked at the sky, the snow starting to fall, giving a false hope of warmth in the later days. “It is my choice.” Barsad finally admitted, finally finding his voice.

Despite everything, underneath the mask Bane’s scarred lips pulled into a grin. Even though the smile itself could not be seen, he knew that his brother would be able to detect it simply for the look in his eyes. Any of his other men would not be able to do so, nor would they dare offer a quip back at him like the one Barsad had just given. His brother was not afraid of him and that was something he respected immensely in the other man. That kind of trust had been built over years between him and he would not trade him for anything or anyone else in the world. Though, it wasn’t as though he could simply say such a thing to him. 

The snow falling around them did little to chill him. Even though he wore a coat, Bane normally ran very hot and for years he wanted nothing more than to get out of the miserable heat of The Pit. Cold was not bothersome to him and he had simply adapted. The medicine that flowed in aerosol form through his mask and ran through his body as result had also helped to keep his body far warmer than most. Still, he was aware that the cold was hell on some of his men and probably not entirely enjoyable for his brother.

He takes in a deep breath, braced hand reaching to cup the other man’s shoulder. “It is your choice and one that you are allowed to make, brother. I don’t deny you that. I simply would...” he pauses, searching for the right words to say. “Prefer to see you stay around for a very long time.”

[fearcomeslater]

roguesgalleryofgotham:

@fearcomeslater: continued from here:

Jervis was not an intimidating man, but he tried.  Oh, did he try.  This big, rude, brute of a man wouldn’t intimidate him!  He puffed himself up as big as he could, snatching the fork back.  “YOU are standing on my tea-cakes.”  he gestured to the ground beneath the large man’s feet, where, of course, there lay nothing at all.  “It’s very rude to step on someone else’s tea party, you know.”

The small, hatted man still seemed rather angry at him. Bane instinctively stepped back, afraid that perhaps he had trod on this poor man’s tea-cakes without having realized it. However, when he looked down there was nothing there on the ground. To be extra sure he even lifted each of his booted feet to check for remains of cake on the tread of his boots, but saw nothing. The hatted man was clearly delusional. Perhaps he could help.

He was careful in his movements, hoping not to step on any more imaginary food items lest the smaller man decide to lodge more utensils into his leg. Drawing in a deep breath, he offers a braced hand to him. “Forgive me. I suppose I did not see your tea-cakes. I am... tall. Is there anything I might be able to do to make this up to you? Perhaps purchase you some more?”

[conquestnotofmen]

“Once you realize what a joke everything is, being the Comedian is the only thing that makes sense.”

[angstmemes]

Reblog if your muse can speak more than one language.

[independentmasterlist]

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