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Now it's time for the free for all!

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Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

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From:

cozy-coffee.livejournal.com

any, any, Boots and Blood

From:

vanillafluffy.livejournal.com

The fight still rages on the street outside when he regains consciousness. The jewel thief’s burst of fire struck the side of his head and glanced off his mask. Bane rises slowly to his feet.

Blood runs down the side of his face. Warm and sticky, it soaks into his vest and the shirt beneath. Staggering over to a fallen body, he wrestles off the jacket the man was wearing, using it to staunch the bleeding. He’s dizzy, whether from the head wound or the loss of blood, he isn’t sure. It doesn’t matter; he won’t be taken alive. He has spent enough of his life as a prisoner--if, that is, there is anyone left to arrest him after the bomb has detonated.

He has long since made contingency plans. There are several hideaways secreted around the city where he can go to ground. It’s time to find one and hunker down to live or die.

He has had ample time in recent weeks to learn all the ins and outs of Wayne Tower. Downstairs is an entrance to a subbasement that can access the subway tunnels. The trains haven’t run much lately, making it a quiet place where he won’t be noticed. All he has to do is concentrate, to ignore the pain he feels without the now-shattered mask, to remember which way lies his nearest sanctuary.

His boots have insulated soles. Fortunate for him, as try as he may, he stumbles and kicks the third rail more than once. The sound of them shuffling seems to echo from the vaulted walls of the tunnel.

By now, there are mere minutes before the bomb will go off. Is he down far enough? Where is the epicenter? Surely he’ll feel the shockwave, if it doesn’t obliterate him as it will so many others.

The hideout is located in another subbasement with tunnel access, this one belonging to a long-defunct department store. Like the other safe houses, he’s equipped it with food and water, medical supplies and other items his foresight deems useful. One of these is a radio with an improvised antenna.

Bane’s hands are shaking as he cleans the wound. The pain rolls over him like a thunderstorm with waves of weakness illuminated by lightning bolts of agony. Part of it is the constant pain that’s been his companion for so many years, exacerbated by the lack of analgesic from his mask. Some of it is ‘fresh’ damage from the fight with Wayne and Ms. Kyle’s bullets. That, together with the loss of blood and the exertion of getting here has left him with just enough strength to do basic first aid while the radio drones in the background.

It’s some sign of how unsettled the city has been that the same DJ has been the only one on the air for the last several days. She reports that the bomb has detonated over the bay. Gotham is safe!

So--they have failed. First, Ra’s Al Ghul was brought down instead of bringing down the city. Now, Talia…he doesn’t know what’s happened to her, beyond the obvious--that she was unable to prevent the bomb being snatched from their hands. The League of Shadows is defeated and Bane has barely escaped with his life.

He can’t remember the last time he had no campaign, no goal he was working toward. What will he do now?

Rest. And heal. Those are the only goals within his present capacity.

Bane closes his eyes and surrenders to the darkness.

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From:

cozy-coffee.livejournal.com

My heart just breaks for him! I know he is supposed to be evil and he is a soldier who must endure the battle, but after all the hell he has gone through I just want a little bit of heaven for him. You write him with such heart and strength, I love him!! Thank you so much!!

From:

evil-little-dog.livejournal.com

Lucifer, Lucifer Morninstar+Trixie Decker, Trick or treating shouldn't be this hard.

From:

3am-moonlight.livejournal.com

Any, any, sliding doors.

From:

3am-moonlight.livejournal.com

Any, any, antiques versus junk.

From:

3am-moonlight.livejournal.com

Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Buffy Summers, they created/found a spell so Buffy could go back in time to warn herself about ___.

From:

3am-moonlight.livejournal.com

Any, any, admit nothing, deny everything, and make counter-accusations.

From:

sharpiesgal.livejournal.com

Desmond stood in front of Jimmy with his arms crossed over his chest and his left foot tapping in annoyance. "Are you ever going to get tired of dancing around uncomfortable subjects?" he softly growled.

"It works for most politicians," Jimmy blithely countered hoping to avoid an angry confortation.

Desmond rolled his eyes finally allowing his annoyance off it's leash. "So you are going to continue going through life admitting nothing, denying everything and making counter-accusations?"

"When you put it that way, it sounds terrible," Jimmy softly remarked.

"For those of us around you, it is," Desmond quietly said. "We have to pick through the bullshit to find the kernnel of truth you are hiding or hiding from."

Jimmy sighed. "I'm sorry," he apologized. "Old habits die hard."

"Not everybody is out to hurt you," Desmond told him. "I don't want to hurt you. I love you."

"I love you, too," Jimmy admitted with a tired grin.

"Now, that wasn't so hard to admit, was it?" Desmond gently teased.

"Oh, screw you," Jimmy muttered and tried to storm off.

Desmond caught him by the arm and pulled him into a hug. "Maybe later," he whispered into Jimmy's ear causing Jimmy to laugh despite his annoyance. "We have an album to finish."

"Way to ruin the mood, Richard," Jimmy quipped as he pulled away from Desmond.

"Somebody has to be the adult in this relationship," Desmond retorted happy to be verbally sparring with Jimmy again.

"Whatever," Jimmy tossed over his shoulder and back into the studio nonetheless.

Desmond muttered impercations under his breath and follwed Jimmy into the studio.