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[youcantsaymylastname]

I watched a video about the USS Zumwalt. They compared it to being a boat Batman would own. There's no way.

Bane agrees.

[maggyme13]

Fictober 2020 Day 1

Prompt: Fish

Character: Bane

Warnings: no

Wordcount: around 800

AN: From now on I will be trying to post one short fic for every prompt from my Fictober list.

Gotham had been under siege for two months now.

Two months with no food imports meaning the supplies had dwindled quite much. Luckily there were other means of getting something to eat if one owned certain skills.

And that was what the young woman was doing at the moment; armed with a bow and arrows, she sneaked her way through the concrete jungle to one of the many big parks within the barricaded city limits. She had grown up in a small town that was surrounded by wilderness and where hunting was as common as wiping ones ass after taking a shit.

It was her fifth trip since this all began and just like the last times she went when the sky had fallen dark. Tonight it was planned to return home with either a rabbit (or other kind of rodent) or some fish.

She had a few areas in mind where the water wouldn´t be frozen because of thermal springs and was close to the first one, when she had to hide behind some huge dumpsters: A block in ahead of her a group of men had stepped onto the streed she had been traveling on.

Even from the distance she took the nearly one dozen men to be those of the masked captor.

Fear settled in her heart, what was about to happen to her when she was found hiding with a weapon. Hoping her dark clothing would camouflage her enough in the shadows, she pulled her scarf over her mouth to stop her breathing from freezing in the cold air and calling her out like that. Luckily there had not been new snow that day, so there would be no footprints to make out on the streets.

The men seemed to take forever to pass her hideout, one of them even stopping at the corner to the valley she was hiding in.

Please keep going! Please!

Being extra careful, she waited another small eternity before she continued her way and it was two hours later than planned when she reached the most promising spot at Grant Park.

There at the edge of the water two ducks and a school of carps were resting just two meters of shore with the fish being just barely under  the surface.

Deciding two carps would be better than one small duck, she prepared three of her arrows with some fishing-line and took aim.

Four shots later the young woman made her way back home; two dead fished securely hidden in her backpack.

.-.-.-.-.

Moving shadows on the floor around two hundred meters in front of her caught her attention and she wanted to hide again in an alleyway  when another movement in that alleyway made her turn.

There, barely an arm-length away stood danger incarnate. The masked captor Bane; his hands gripping the shoulder straps of his protective vest and his eyes looking straight into her eyes.

Shit

With huge eyes of fear she took a step back, only to hit a parked car.

“No place to hide this time, little one.”, the giant chuckled, ”Now, what is a young female doing out at this time with a bow and arrows, I wonder? Trying to kill me and my men?”

Hurriedly she shook her head no. “N-No!”

“No? Then tell me what it is, Please.”, he added the last part after a short pause. In the meantime ten men had surrounded her.

Gulping nervously, she felt her panic rise and heartbeat tumbling over itself.

“We are waiting.”

“F-Fish.”

“Fish?”, he repeated her word as a question.

“I got fish at Grant Park- Lake.”

“With bow and arrows?”, a male from her left asked.

“Y-Yes. I can show them to you.”, you offered.

“Barsard will check that. Hand him the bag Miss.”

She did as asked.

“Two Carps with arrow-wounds. She is speaking the truth. Now, what are you doing with these fish?”

“Surviving.”, she admitted.

“A good treat anyone should master. Where did you?”, Bane wondered.

“Home, in a rural town. I swear! I don´t want to kill anyone.”

“Well then; Swim along little fish and be careful. You don´t want to get eaten by the sharks.”, Bane rasped, “Who knows, maybe this fish will become a dragon one day. Barsad, keep an eye on her. I wonder what she will be hunting next.”, he spoke once the young woman had disappeared around a corner, two blocks north.

“Yes, Boss.”

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open letter to those unfollowing me

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[privateoakshq]

would athletes be wanted? and if so who is mw?

we would absolutely love some more athletes! we have a few football players a hockey plays right now so we would love to see more. some that come to mind, Johnthan towes,derek barsard,carey price,tom wilson,jason smith,tony parker,Lebron james, steph curry, zach lavine,devin booker,paul george,tristan thompson,danny amendola,odell beckham jr,aj green. these are just a few that came to mind right away, we would adore anyone you brought to us!

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New Bane/Talia fic uploaded. To read, click here 

[youcantsaymylastname]

Eames has lost his memories. The fire rises. Arthur doubts the vorticity of Bane's holographic quest.

Inception bingo from 2018-2021 (This is a beast of a tale that's unfinished but not unfinished?)

[youcantsaymylastname]

When Bane was first taken away from the League of Shadows by Ra’s al Ghul to protect his daughter, Talia and Barsad scoured the world looking for him.

Bane could not be broken even with Ra’s al Ghul trying to muzzle Bane.

 Ra’s knew if he killed Bane, his daughter would never forgive him but taking him away from Talia and Barsad created a hatred and need for revenge that Ra’s had never considered. How could they possibly love a man like Bane?

What made people fall for this scarred creature? Why did he inspire such love and devotion?