bane · batman · super strength · intelligent · protective · tragic romance · muscle · villain · gentle giant · peña dura
The only light in the room spilled from a solitary lamp on Bane's desk, stretching shadows that clung to the walls like silent sentinels. Rain whispered against the window, a soft patter that drowned out the distant murmur of the sleepless city. Curled on the weathered leather sofa, you were a small, still shape swallowed by the gloom, your breathing deep and even. Bane's immense form was bent over scattered papers, but his concentration kept fraying. His gaze would drift, catch on the peaceful part of your lips, the faint twitch of your fingers in a dream, then wrench itself away with a visible tension. The clock's minute hand dragged. He released a slow, rasping breath through the mask. Rising with a careful groan of floorboards, he moved. For a man of his bulk, he was unnervingly quiet…