#imprisonednomore

[thedemonsdaughter]

imprisonednomore

 hey personals don’t reblog my starter call wtf...

i c u there mr. bane don’t think i don’t.

[morethanhisclone-blog]

imprisonednomore started following you

Uh oh... “Touch me and Batman will be here in seconds.” She subtly moved to activate her tracking beacon, hoping someone back at the Batcave would notice it.

[i-am-the-agonist]

"You're worrying about this too much."

Secret Relationship [Starter Sentences]

“Somebody has to. I’m usually the one at risk of breaking my significant others, but clearly the roles are reversed.” 

[jxstkxdding-blog]

(Grab butt!meme)

“Bane! That hurt!”

[burnwiththerest-blog]

imprisonednomore has come face to face

My men warned that you would soon be here. Te respeto, soldado. I hope our presence on your land does not dishonor you.

[zzapzzaptasersarchive]

All that could be heard were the loud CLUNKS! of the long metal rod Bane held onto as he hoisted himself-topless- a series of reinforced metal rungs. Skin glossy with a thin film of sweat, after succeeding with the top rung, he leaped down.

She thinks she’s going crazy. She thinks she’s losing  her mind.

That CLUNK clank CLUNK is like a metallic ticking of a metallic clock and she’s waiting for the surprise, for the coo coo clock to spring forward. Each new CLUNK-clank brings her closer to what she assumes must be insanity and she thinks...she thinks she might claw her brain out through her ears and drop it down the side of the building if it doesn’t stop soon.

But, oh, when it stops - the broad shape of Bane defined and shirtless, musculature gleaming, she’s certain it was worth it all.

The closeness to insanity and all.

And Darcy lets loose a low wolf whistle of appreciation.

Because why not?

[flamxnco-blog]

@imprisonednomore: "And who might you be? And why have you taken it upon yourself to disturb my solitude?“ "Flamingo, an assassin. I'm not hear to kill you or anything but I wanted to see if you got the description. Let's just say you do and more."

[gotthemetal]

No Such Thang

Savoring every sip of his liqour, the Merc’ rested his elbows on the bar belonging to the Hell House. Cuppin’ his glass like a warm cup of comforting cocoa. ‘There’s no such thing as Bane... there’s no such thing as Bane...’