GOTHAM'S RECKONING.

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     ♰ “ Ah~ It has been quite a while, now has it not~? ” As there is only so much time he considers wasted in a life that was endless and full of changes that drawl on like nothing but the fine drops of rain trying to cave in the unmoving stone. For humanity, their own accomplishments appear like a whirlwind in the speed of light. For himself? A being that has seen the shifts and could feel them moving even now, with the fine whispers of ghosts long gone, still clinging willfully to this afterlife? It was like watching ants on their neverending path back and forth towards their nest, serving and praying for their Queen.

    ♰ And because of that, it was sure so rare that someone would come by. Someone would catch his fancy. Would make the mortician consider else but to tear apart and hold in palm that measle rest of someone’s sanity—

    ♰ —“ I have wondered how you had been~ The time does sure fly by so quickly. ” Like in a puppeteer’s play of pretend, slowly tugging on the fine strings when he all but raises a hand to move and wave monumental form a little bit closer. A bit nearer, now that all had died down to nothingness and its screaming endeavour would shatter eardrums to devour one whole. “ Come on, do not be shy~ I have minutes to offer you if you desire~ ”          || @schisming ♡~

“Yes, it has been a while. Almost too long, I am afraid.”

Treated as an old friend. How... endearing.

Throughout the years, there had hardly been enough specks to leave imprints upon Bane’s mind. The likes of humanity, civilization, society-- it was hardly a concern to him. Counting on one hand would provide the man all there was that was necessary to know (does he dare make an exception? it does not seem to be worth the effort. perhaps later.) and, as such, yielded him an astonishing amount of freedom within own mind. Less to worry about. More to ponder about.

Yes, he preferred things as they are.

“I am flattered,” he stated, plain yet fluid. There was no reason to shirk details. He had built a surprisingly pleasant relationship with the Undertaker, one that Bane was shameless in admitting as a pleasant surprise. “Without overstepping boundaries of my own, I’ve found myself wondering how you have been faring, as well.”

Hands rest in front of body, lightly holding one over the other as light (he’s been told it was frightening, how he could trick people into thinking he weighed as little as a feather. he, for one, never bothered to contemplate it.) steps took him further away from the shadows. It was almost as if he tore himself from the darkness, willingly exposing parts of himself that, normally, only those who wouldn’t live to see the sun rise the very next day. It was not out of necessity nor was it out of trust but, rather, something that Bane found comforting.

Above all else, he appreciated the direct nature of their interactions. Sometimes, playing a game of cat and mouse grew tiresome-- pedantic.

Yet, he did not bother to stifle amused chuckle from back of throat at pleasant tease.

“There have been a few free spots’ openings within my schedule, and I assumed it would be appropriate to catch up, as it were.” Calm, careful, and concise... these were all things Bane was and only more to be revealed as time went on. “You seem well.”

Eyes flicker, swiftly scanning over the other’s form. Time could pass, fly, and be wasted yet, to Bane’s mild amusement, it would never seem to affect the Undertaker.

“That is most comforting to see in an acquaintance.”

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hey zaddy

“... Have you, perhaps, considered not doing that?”

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Tom Hardy - Bane TDKR screen test [2/2]

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「 𝕀. ᴊᴏʜɴ ʙʟᴀᴋᴇ 」

Bane’s feelings regarding that of a John Blake are... pleasantly mixed. He doesn’t feel any ill will towards the man, but he finds him very odd.

It’s more than enough to pique Bane’s interest.

John is someone that Bane sees light in. He is to be Gotham’s new protector (a defender. he isn’t sure if gotham deserves that right.) and new hope. He finds it all very unnecessary, but it’s something that he knows that John believes in. It’s something that Bane finds himself consistently butting heads with the man on, and it’s, perhaps, what keeps his attention. Well, it’s one of many things, at least. John Blake is someone that Bane hasn’t met during his (and talia’s.) reign on Gotham. There have been several close calls but none that came to fruition to, maybe, a bit of Bane’s disappointment.

It’s been building up, the amount of time that passed by until the two of them could finally meet. And when they did, Bane didn’t hold back. He had no intentions to kill, however, because... in a way, John still had much to learn. Bane wouldn’t serve as a teacher but, rather, as a rival of sorts. For all intents and purposes, Bane is still a villain and will most likely remain as one for many years to come. However, he also persisted in helping John. Perhaps it was when the man (taking on the pseudonym of nightwing. bane found it eerily fitting.) had easily escaped his clutches. Perhaps it had been when he nearly broke Bane’s mask. Perhaps it had been when John had rushed to that child’s aid in the sewers. Perhaps it had been many of these close calls that led Bane down the path of hunt, but do not destroy.

And then, somewhere down that very path--

“You are immaculate. You’re very open with your emotions... at peace with your body... you would do anything to succeed, wouldn’t you?”

“No. ... No, I don’t want to win. I just do what needs to be done.”

--Bane’s found himself falling for the man.

Neither of them could be sure when it started, but the feelings definitely were mutual. It’s been a while (months. years. he could barely recall the last time he’s felt affection for someone else.) since Bane’s bore witness to such lackadaisical emotions, but he accepts all of it in stride. He’s calm and polite around John, even during tense moments that should rightfully be seen as life or death. Bane is careful with the way he handles John, be it by slowing take him by the chin or shoving him against the wall with one arm. To others, he’d be seen as rough and cruel, but he doesn’t inform bystanders that he could easily crush the man in five seconds or less. No, instead, he lets others think whatever it is they wish to think.

All of that he does towards John, he does it with impeccable attention to detail. When he takes him by the chin, his fingers are barely there. When he pushes him to a wall, there is just enough pressure to keep him situated and no more. Everything is thought through thoroughly. Everything has a process. He does not wish to harm John (it is... confusing. he wants to understand.) and feels that the idea is reciprocated from the other’s end. When they are locked together, bodies maybe too close (it’s not too close to bane. it feels right. it feels necessary.) for comfort with eyes glued on one another’s, it’s hard to deny that something... anything is there.

Bane rarely apologizes. Bane hardly considers the feelings of others. To many, he is seen as little more than a monster. He understands why and embraces this idea, because it serves a purpose. He does not see himself as a monster, but he perceives it as an advantage rather than a disadvantage. Around John Blake, however, he is different. He deems it appropriate to apologize. He’s watchful of John’s body language and the way he speaks. Social graces would suddenly apply when they’re in the company of one another. He wants to do nothing more but to keep John alive. Safe and well, because that’s something John deserves in Bane’s eyes.

“You could kill me right now, y’know. Then this plan of yours might actually work.”

“Yes, I’m aware, little robin. I do not wish to pervert our situation with such thoughts, however.”

It’s... love, isn’t it-- this feeling? He’s read about this emotion. He’s heard about this feeling. He’s seen it viewed as a mockery within the Pit. It isn’t the same love he’s felt for Talia (to protect. to guard. to keep safe.) but, instead, is something entirely different. It’s romantic. It’s terrifying. It’s exciting. He wants to keep it. He wants this to last. He feels some semblance of kinship with the man, and it’s something that no one would dare to believe. Bane is and will always be a man to be feared, but he doesn’t want to be feared by the likes of John. Instead, it’s almost as if he’s fearful for John. He wants him. He wants him so much. He doesn’t want him to leave, and he’s consistent in conveying this idea towards him.

It’s with little things at first. There’s a look in his eyes and with the way they crinkle in enthusiasm regarding John’s existence. The way he speaks towards him, treats him as an equal rather than something to be thrown away or disregarded. No longer when Bane rises and turns does John cringe or wince away, and he finds it so very fascinating. There have been numerous (these are still times that can be counted on one hand, but it’s still too much to him.) times where he’s contemplative, considering whether it was appropriate or not to reveal what was under the mask. He’s uncomfortable with the idea at first, but with how John lightly puts his fingers to the mask’s cables in symbolic faith of a kiss, Bane wants to show him.

He wants to expose John to each and every part of himself, just as the man had done for him.

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@corrupted-desire 

It’s not often that a man like Dorrance Bane is allowed to “check” up on others. To him, it’s considered more of a... practice (one that is better on paper rather than done legitimately.) and one that shouldn’t always be divulged in haphazardly. However, he supposed it more than appropriate to make an exception-- just this one time. 

For the sake of comedy, one could say the first one’s on him. Anything beyond that, Bane would require payment.

“Lorne Keene, was it?”

Ah, but of course it was.

He’s feigning a small amount of kindness, one that would be expected from a well-mannered yet cowardly businessman. Those were the exact types that Bane has come to disapprove of over the years, yet it seemed welcome to mimic said behaviors. Falling silent, he’s allowed his eyes to glance about and around the room. Within seconds, he’s caught onto several, trivial details that should be brushed aside. Bane, as usual, knew better.

He always did and would know better.

“My apologies for I did not knock, however...” a pause within statement would allow for head to raise, adjusting both stature and gaze towards dimmed lighting of what he thought to be this man’s office. Eyebrow would give a subtle raise corners of eyes would crinkle ever so slightly, allowing for a meager semblance of appreciation to slip out. “It does not appear that you are busy.”

(and i suppose the craftsmanship of this room is worth keeping tidy for.)

And so, there he stood-- leaned against the arch of intercepted doorway, looking as comfortable as a man of his capabilities could seem to be. Legs crossed loosely at the ankles with hands joined at lower torso’s center, Bane would not allow for another movement (not a single one. you could compare him to a mouse if you wanted to try your hand at irony.) unless beckoned or called to. 

“You found what you were looking for regarding the... building situation,” he observes with passive tone, head and sight lowering to settle upon man he’s chosen to visit. “It is to your liking, I assume?”

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Do not be afraid, for I have ransomed you, I have called you by name and you are mine.

Isaiah 43:1 (via randytemple)

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Bane | character test shots (x)

“The Joker didn’t care—he just wanted to see the world burn, and he was a master of chaos and destruction, unscrupulous and crazy. Bane is not that guy. There is a very meticulous and calculated way about Bane. There is a huge orchestration of organization to his ambition. He is also a physical threat to Batman. There is nothing vague about Bane. No jokes. He’s a very clean, clear villain.” ~ Tom Hardy (x)

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