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The Dark Knight Rises (2012)

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The Dark Knight Rises (2012)

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The subtle art of ignoring and desiring

Bruce Wayne 

Bruce Wayne is a man who does not hide where his interest is, much less his attraction. And in this case his object of desire at the dance is Selina Kyle, because she has stolen him, because he wants to get his mother's necklace back, of course. But Nolan has left a powerful reveal in this scene. It's about Bruce's sexual attraction. 

His unrequited one with Selina. 

The power of the gaze. Bruce likes to look at Selina Kyle, not only to know where she is for practical reasons, but to know who she is with, and to look at her. He looks at her like a boy looks at a girl he likes and doesn't dare to say anything to her.

With reason her alter ego later, Catwoman, says to Batman: “Don´t be shy”....

The arrival of Miranda Tate will confirm what we suspected: Selina Kyle is the woman who Bruce wants to look at, who he likes at that party, really.  That is Christian Bale's way of showing it.

Many will say that it is because of the necklace, so as not to lose sight of her and that Selina does not leave and Bruce cannot intercept her for the jewel before ... but no, come on, this is Nolan.

Everything is more complicated than that. Everything is mixed, the mystery makes its way between professional, private, romantic and rational  interests.

Miranda meets Bruce, and greets him. But even though she's a beautiful and an interesting girl, in a way she's bothering him, because he doesn't want to look at her, he wants to look at Selina the economic interest  making justice to recover what was lost, and the sexual interest are one. Inseparable, both wishes. To do justice to Selina, but to feel trapped in her, and therefore, to see Miranda as a potential obstacle. That's why Bruce at one point subtly ignores Miranda. That's right, he ignores Miranda to focus his gaze on who he really is interested in: Selina Kyle, who is dancing with a wealthy old man. Christian Bale shows Bruce's hidden sexual intentions openly.

But the object of desire does not correspond to the attentions.

When Bruce gets rid of Miranda, and finally goes to the girl he is interested in, Selina, we have the typical adolescent in love scheme: boy (Bruce) ignores girl (Miranda) in the conversation to go flirt with the one he likes ( Selina), but she was with another (the old rich man), who ends up as frustrated as Miranda. And everything happens without any kind of dissimulation, of course. Archetypal adolescent style hidden under all the subtlety of deception, professional interests, hidden justice that is intended to be done, the game of the cat & mouse of two enemies / lovers.

Bruce Wayne's desire to do justice to Selina does not justify his continued filtering with her.

Not the objectionable physical contact.

Nor is the praise of her beauty justified.

Not the brutal chatter of egos, not the kiss she receives even after having already removed the necklace. 

For being a vigilante there is some injustice here, Bruce Wayne, and you know it.

Betrayal of himself. Oh Bruce, when Selina alludes to what you hide under your pants, the first thing you think of is what has betrayed you. 

Are you having fantasies with a thief? What would think the Dark Knight of this part of you?

The jewel thief turns Bruce sexual, makes his thoughts turn away from what is truly important: practicality. 

When she steals his wallet and does not realize it, after the kiss is the proof: desire has overshadowed his ninja instincts, and the thief has deceived him. Selina has stolen his car, the attention of his possible love story with Miranda (annoying this one) someone who is apparently the best woman for him, and has made all his mastery in battle, in the details like Batman, blocked by his dark thoughts filled with sexual attraction and blinded by her.

The profit. Selina does not have shame, for that all us love her. She just want Bruce´s money. 

But after all, Bruce loves being stolen over and over by Selina Kyle ...

Selina knows about his attraction to her,  and so she takes advantage of him, over and over and over again, letting him float like a fool while she gets everything that belongs to him.

She ignores him, like he did with Miranda. The ball, that damn ball. 

That´s BatCat.

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The Dark Knight Rises (2012)

Directed by Christopher Nolan

Cinematography by Wally Pfister

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Favorite Female Movie Characters #39 Miranda Tate/Talia Al Ghul

Movie: The Dark Knight Rises

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Deliberate Exchange

Chapter Six: No Disturbances 

Elka blinked at him rapidly, “I wouldn’t even know how to begin answering that,” she stammered and watched him wordlessly assess her words.

He finally nodded, “you don’t have to answer that right now.”

Elka continued to stare at him, being so close to him and feeling his tensile strength had her feeling less confident speaking to him.

Bane looked away from her long enough to affix his mask back in place, the stale room air began to encroach on the half-life potency of the opiate inhalant.

She fought to not push his hands away as he helped her back into her monochromatic clothes.

“Come with me Mrs. Green,” he said as he rose to his full height and held out his hand towards her.

“Where are we going?”

“Somewhere you can properly rest.”

A frown appeared between Elka’s eyebrows as she finally forced herself to meet his hand. He closed his hand around hers and helped her rise from the floor. She followed Bane from the grey room with the now disheveled row of tables and chairs.

Once in the hall, Elka struggled to keep up with her hulking captors much longer strides.

They proceeded wordlessly down the concrete tunnels.

Elka wanted to ask where they were going but didn’t want to speak to the masked man any more than need be at this point. She stopped when he paused at a rusty metal cabinet and workbench. She was happy to see a battered plastic coffee maker with a bright orange extension cord running from it, perched on the table’s surface.

“Coffee,” was all Bane said to her before she filled a paper cup to the brim with the bitter brew. As Elka stirred in a few tablespoons of real sugar, Bane opened the cabinet and passed her a sealed bright green package of cigarettes. She put the pack in her pants pocket and nodded her thanks as she took a few long sips of the comforting liquid.

Bane waited until she had taken a few sips and topped off her coffee before continuing to lead her through the sewer system. Elka nearly dropped her coffee when her captor stopped short of a set of damp stairs. The masked terrorist stepped to the side and glanced back at where she stood licking spilled coffee off her thumb.

“Proceed upstairs, Mrs. Green.”

Elka squinted in suspicion, “what’s up there?” she asked as she gestured with her coffee cup.

Bane narrowed his eyes and clenched his teeth, “there is no need to worry yourself unnecessarily.”

Elka held his gaze and tightened his hand around the paper cup with the heavily sweetened coffee before she tentatively placed her foot on the bottom step.

Her left hand found the cold metal rail and she ascended the stairs as the masked maniac fell into step behind her. Elka struggled to not stop on each step or bolt away, she could hear his ragged breathing as he climbed the steps behind her.

As Bane followed Elka up the stairs, his eyes roamed from the crown of her head to the soles of the scuffed black boots that encased her woolen sock covered feet. He found clarity descended and smothered the shouting in his head when Mrs. Elka Green aroused his interest and peaked his distraction.

Bane’s eyes followed the long line of her legs and thermal encased upper torso, the faint line of her shoulder blades were visible under the thick fabric.

Elka held back at directing a scathing remark to the masked maniac behind her, she didn’t like the hulking man at her back. She pressed her lips together and proceeded up the stairs, she suppressed the urge to exhale loudly with relief when the stairs ended, and she walked onto a nearly barren concrete loft.

She looked from floor to ceiling and found herself facing a twin mattress covered in dark linen, the corners pulled taut enough to bounce a whole mess of coins. One corner of the dank room housed a dark wooden desk and there was a sturdy yet benign chair, papers littered the surface of the desk and rolls of blueprints.

Elka squinted her eyes and saw the tubes were stamped as, “Property of Gotham City Planning Commission.”

She turned with a question on her lips as she simultaneously took a few steps backwards to create as much space as she could between her and the masked man.

Bane gestured to the office chair of sorts, “you may sit.”

The heavy thud of footsteps sounded on the stairs and a rough looking man with a scruffy beard and dark eyebrows appeared with a stack of papers.

The man’s gaze fell upon Elka and his hooded eyes held nothing but naked hatred for her and a healthy craving to spill her blood.

Bane barked what sounded like an order to the man with murder in his eyes who grunted an abrupt reply and departed from Elka’s line of sight.

“What did you say to him?” Elka asked as soon as the sound of the man’s retreating footsteps faded away.

“I told him there were to be no further disturbances.”

Elka nodded and returned her attention to her coffee.

Elka watched him silently and got her breathing under control as the masked man sat in the office chair she had recently occupied. She rubbed her neck as the only sound in the room was his mechanical inhalations and ragged exhalations before he began to speak.

“Do you expect the good Judge Green to be appearing on television in a public plea for your return?”

Elka scoffed and shook her head, wincing at the startling pain throughout her neck. “Knowing Cal, he might declare me dead if I’m not home by midnight. He’ll have one of his well-educated whores on my side of the bed in no time.”

“The good Justice is an adulterer?”

Elka nodded and gave a sad smile as her mind forced her to replay the day, she found out for certain that conservative and fundamental Christian Justice Calvin Green was cheating.

Bane watched as Elka closed her eyes and a frown appeared on her forehead, her mind was forcing her to see still frame images behind her closed eyelids.

“How are you certain that the good Justice is breaking his marriage vows?”

“It’s an uninteresting story and one I don’t care to talk about,” Elka replied quickly and rubbed her index and middle fingers against her temples hoping to quell her growing headache.

“I would like to hear this uninteresting story and make my own judgment to its value,” Bane insisted.

Elka blew out a sharp breath and didn’t bother to continue arguing what had begun as absolute inevitability.

“Cal and I had been married a little over two years, I noticed he’d become colder and was at court late more and more frequently.” Elka drew air quotes around “at court late,” as she continued with discovering Calvin’s infidelity.

“An associate was coming for dinner and I was upstairs getting dressed. I remember distinctly that I was looking for my emerald earrings that my Great Aunt Stella had left for me in her will.”

Elka looked down at the cement for a couple breaths before saying with a dry laugh, “was Aunt Stella helping me or laughing at me? I went to a couple storage bins in the closet where we kept watches and some jewelry. I found a newer plastic case in the back of the stack, inside were ten and I know for sure ten because I counted them too many times, stacks of banded one hundred-dollar bills. There was over one hundred thousand dollars in this storage tote.”

When Elka paused, Bane didn’t do anything more than breathe and observe. He was extremely interested in what she was saying.

Before Elka continued she had a jarring memory of picking up the cash, the smell of money assaulting her nose. She curled her hands into fists as she remembered the weight of the crisp, banded bills.

“There was an envelope under the cash, it wasn’t sealed.”

“What were the contents of the envelope?” Bane asked when she lapsed into silence, not wanting to talk anymore.

“Some photos, pictures of Calvin with this woman I had met at the company Christmas party. Dana Brenton.”

Bane listened as Elka began describing the 4x6, glossy photographs she had flipped through twenty-seven months ago.

“The camera must’ve been on a dresser or nightstand; it didn’t look like a hotel room. I assume it was Dana’s place. The first photo was of Dana in a very revealing negligee lying on the bed, the next was similar to the first, except Cal was now present undoing the lace ties of her whorish garb. The next few showed Dana strip down to nothing and even have her goddamn ankles delicately crossed like a fucking lady.”

Elka didn’t even register that the masked maniac let her rant, she stood and paced as she described more of the photos. A persistent frown pulled at her forehead as to the day she couldn’t shake the image of Dana’s face, her expression was birthed in smoldering sexuality and brimming over with animalistic hunger.

“The rest of the photos proved that Cal was cheating,” Elka stated vaguely as her mind laughed at her and pushed forth a couple unforgettable images that she was incapable of ignoring.

Elka felt bile rise in her sore throat as a photo of a nude Dana materialized in her mind. Dana was on her knees with Calvin’s cock in her mouth, one hand was wrapped around the base of Cal’s proud erection and the other was clamped on the back of his pale thigh. The following couple photos showed a few changes of angles and positions and then Calvin’s head buried between Dana’s thighs, her hands entwined in his salt and pepper hair.

Elka managed to block out the rest of the trading off of head until the photos of the unabashed, ecstatic act of consummation.

The last photos of the stack did not disappoint, she was rewarded with the glossy still frame of Dana on her hands and knees and Calvin buried inside her. Calvin’s hands were gripped onto Dana’s hips so hard that the flesh was bunched under his hands. Calvin’s hands alternated between pulling her hair and squeezing the full flesh of her rounded bottom.

Bane watched Elka as she recalled the second to the last photo of Dana with her lips drawn back from her teeth and an expression of carnal lust. She straddled Calvin, her powerful thighs flexed as the freeze frame captured her as she moved up and down his rigid shaft with urgency. Calvin was intently watching her rise and fall as she impaled herself on his length.

Elka shook herself back to reality as the memory of the final photo in the stack faded to the recesses of her mind.

The last photo looked like it was an orgasm for both of them. Dana’s back was arched, her hands splayed across her belly. Calvin’s hands were clamped on her hips, the knuckles frozen white in the tightness of their grip. Both of them had their eyes shut and were baring their teeth in a manner that held no shame.

Elka glanced over and met the gaze of the masked terrorist, she tried to keep her hurt hidden and was the first to look away.

“Is that what you’re eager to return to?” Bane asked and Elka shook her head. “Not Calvin but not being your prisoner, freedom. The ability to make my own choices, not being under lock and key or afraid.”

“If you participate willingly, you will be rewarded with limited freedom.”

“What kind of participation?” Elka quickly asked.

“In every conceivable way,” Bane said and watched her try to control her expression.

“You certainly can’t just expect me to lay down and let you fuck me again, just like that?” she scoffed, and Bane was quick to reply as soon as she had uttered the last syllable of her sentence.

“You agreed to stop fighting not more than an hour ago.”

Elka felt her anger rise to compete with her fear, she felt herself flush remembering the fiery copper in his eyes as he seemed to see inside her as he filled her with his enthusiastic thrusting.

She imagined she was giving a presentation to the board and commanding the attention of every set of eyes and ears in the room.

“We never discussed your specific expectations.”

“It shouldn’t be too difficult to figure out what I want,” Bane said in a low grumble that was all masculine as he continued with remembered lust infusing each syllable.

“You will consent to my touch when I feel like it, however I wish, wherever I please.”

“Do my wants carry no weight?”

“How long until you shared the good Justice Green‘s bed?” he deflected.

“Can you please stop calling him that?” she spit.

Bane smiled behind his mask; the movement of his lips that occurred behind the twisted metallic coils was known only to him. “How long, Elka?”

Elka sighed heavily and shrugged, “I don’t know. A few dates I guess.”

“Three?” he asked.

“It could’ve been or maybe four.”

“How about five, Elka?”

“Sure, why not, it could’ve been five.”

“Then I shall arrange five dates before you have to be receptive to intimacy.”

“Well, five is not some sort of set rule or anything,” Elka began to hurriedly rebut before Bane raised a hand and interrupted her.

“How many then?”

“I can’t answer that.”

“What do you need in order to answer that question?”

“Time, I guess, it’s not a scientific formula.”

“We shall go on as many excursions and activities until you are receptive to my touch.”

“But that could be a long time and what if I never feel that way?”

Bane considered her words a moment before replying. “Then we shall come to an agreement for your consent.”

“You really are crazy,” Elka said and jumped to her feet and started pacing. “It’s not just a matter of time before I’d be eager to share your bed.”

“Is it a matter of money?”

“I am not a whore; I won’t let you fuck me for money.”

“How about for your possible freedom?”

“You need to explain that a whole hell of a lot more,” Elka quickly replied, her interest instantly piqued at the masked man’s mention of the “F” word.

Talia’s voice finally broke through to Bane’s conscious mind and unleashed a litany inside the front of his skull.

“Why do you continue entertaining these ridiculous notions? Just hurry up and kill her so you can move your focus back to the objective. You haven’t forgotten your assigned tasks have you, what kind of spell does this stock exchange cunt have you under?”

Bane fought to not shake his head and forced his thoughts into silent hibernation as he turned his full attention back to Elka as she was overwhelmed by a coughing fit.

Elka watched her masked captor rise from his chair and pick up a bottle of water from the corner of the nondescript desk. She snatched the bottle from his outstretched hand when he offered it and quickly drank nearly a third of the bottle. She coughed and drank a bit more before replacing the clear, plastic cap.

“Please explain my possible freedom.”

“You will agree to share your life with me for a trial period. During that time, you will be at my side and share my bed. I shall not force you to be intimate immediately, but you shall allow me to date you and learn about you and see if there is an eventual evolution towards consent.”

Bane paused for the barest of moments. When Elka offered nothing in the way of a verbal or non-verbal response, he quickly continued.

“If at the end of the agreed upon trial period there is zero connection or attraction, then you are free to go. Unharmed, with no repercussions.”

“How long is this trial period?”

“One year,” Bane answered without hesitation.

“Ha,” Elka stated abruptly. “No way am I giving you a year of my life, three months,” she countered.

“9 months,” he quickly lobbed back.

“Six and not a single day more.”

“Six months it is.”

Elka swallowed hard and bit her lip, she took a few smaller sips of the room temperature water. She squeezed her eyes shut as the room began to feel like it was spinning as the walls closed in.

Bane watched as the tranquilizer he had added to the water do its pharmaceutical job. The potent drug swam through her nervous system and made her eyes roll back and slump sideways on the mattress.

As Bane caught the bottle before it fell from her hands and replaced the clear, plastic cap, across the city, Justice Green was looking through his staggering number of Italian suits. He needed a suit that would scream grieving husband as well as “Vote for Me,” when he appeared with Billie-Bob O’Riley on Faux News for a special edition report on Elka’s assumed abduction.

As Calvin gave a somber interview and dabbed at his eyes at the appropriate times, back in the sewer, Bane moved the blankets aside as he shifted and arranged Elka’s limp body under the navy-blue sheets.

He traced his fingertips along her jaw and brushed the bruises that were blossoming darker on her neck. “So soft,” he murmured, relishing the contact.

As Elka’s body was inundated by the potent tranquilizer and fell into a dreamless state, Bane pulled and arranged the linen over her still form and let his eyes linger unabashedly on her. He brushed a lock of hair behind her ear before forcing himself away from her and settling behind the desk.

Bane reviewed the recent folders that the angry underling had delivered.

He continued to look through the other compiled folders for several more hours until his eyes grew tired. Bane’s gaze moved to Elka’s shape under the dark linen. The drug had knocked her out flat and her breathing was deep and even. He closed the folder he had been reading and turned off the lamp with its single burning bulb and no lampshade adornment.

Bane sat on the edge of the bed next to her as he unlaced and kicked off his heavy boots. He gently pulled the linen away from her and slid next to her deeply sleeping form. He shifted on his left side and settled around her, he gently pulled at her hips until she was solidly enveloped in his warm embrace.

Bane pressed his face to the back of her neck, the small hairs at the base of her skull tickled his nose. He hesitated, his mouth hovering, before pressing a kiss to the back of her neck.

He sank back into the mattress; his arms still tightly clutched around her and fell into the lap of sleep.