#bane headcanons

Bane:

•You sat alone at your kitchen counter, elbows on the counter top, fiddling with the rim of your glass. The sun had set already, but you had no energy to move, to start cleaning up your own party, which didn't even get to start. You looked out the window, half expecting your friends or family to show up late...just a few.

•But no one had shown up.

•You heard the door unlock, and a large hulking presence filled the small entryway.

"Happy Birthday, Mi Vida!"

He bellowed as he walked in, a tiny gift box in his large hands, or maybe he just made it seem small.

•He suddenly stopped, looking at the empty space. Nothing was out of place. He walked over to you in the dark, illuminated by a single kitchen light and almost burnt out candles on the cake. On your cake...which was untouched.

"Did everyone leave?" He'd say, dropping the gift onto the counter, "or did I scare them away?"

•You bit your lip, trying to keep yourself from crying and dissolving into a puddle. Tried to act tough, but Bane was smarter than most, and he saw right through your little act.

•He would walk over to you, taking you into his arms, hugging you against his large frame. Running a hand through your hair or rubbing circles on your back.

"Aye Cariña, what's the matter? It's your birthday, you should be happy? No?"

•His voice would be soft, talking to you as if you were made of glass. He cares for you so much, and seeing you so unhappy would break his heart. He'd let you stay silent, or cry your eyes out, ramble and mumble about the situation. He'll listen. He's a good listener.

•Once he was sure you got it out of your system or were reassured, calmed down slightly, He'd pick you up in his arms and take you to your room, kissing you on the top of your head and then forehead.

"We'll go out tomorrow Cariña, I'll give you the day you deserved," He'd whisper, before lighting a candle and getting you comfortable.

•He'd leave your present for tomorrow on the counter or table, then he'd clean up, put things away, and find your list of guests...because how dare they make you feel neglected and unloved. He's meant to protect you and love you, keep you safe from physical threats and emotional.

•He's hunting down the fools that would abandon you on your special day, and their punishments would be based on his mood and how they reacted and responded. He's almost too calm about the matter, and this huge brick wall of a man being calm and collected is more terrifying than him raging.

•Expect flowers and a kiss in the morning, He'd wrap his arms around you and pull you in against his chest and take a nap with you. He'd make you breakfast in bed or take you out to your favorite spots. It's your special day, and just like every day, he will make you feel loved and cared for...just a little more spoiled.

Deathstroke/Slade Wilson:

•You peeked out your window one more time, convincing yourself that maybe this time there would be a friend or two waiting for you. But, it was late...way past the time everyone should have arrived for your party.

•You sighed, collapsing onto your couch. It was late, and no one was going to show up now. Maybe they all got the date wrong?

•You rubbed some fallen tears from your cheeks and reached for your phone, dialing his number. Waiting for the dial tone you stared at the flowers he had had delivered to you that morning along with a shiny necklace and matching bracelet. He was away on business, what for he never told you, but even though he was busy he had time to send you a message and present.

•It bothered you that coworkers you had seen all week, all day, friends you regularly went out with, had forgotten...but this man who was constantly away, across seas and oceans, had found a way to spoil you.

•You heard the man pick up on the otherside of the phone, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Hey, Babydoll, how's your party? Didya get my gift?" He'd say casually, smoothly. He sounded proud in a way.

But, he would immediately pick up on the way your voice shook, trying to sound happy, thankful. You were thankful for the gift, but you wanted to cry more than anything.

•The only person you wanted more than anything right now was so far away. You explained your situation, how your day had gone, with a shaky voice.

"It's just you?" His tone was accusatory, but not at you. He was upset, but not at you, "where is everyone?!"

•He immediately would hang up, and a few minutes later would send you a message of how he would be home in the following days. You didn't hear from him often, his work kept him busy or out of service range.

•You also wouldn't hear from any of your so called friends, and a few coworkers, who had flaked on your party.

•He would arrive home days later, a smirk on his face, walking through the door dressed up and a gift of some sort in hand. He'd immediately pull you to him, holding you in his arms.

"Afternoon, Sweetheart," He'd purr, "get dressed in something pretty. I'm taking you out like your friends should have."

You'd make a remark that no one you invited had responded to you or followed up all week. He'd just hold you tighter and grin, telling you to forget about them.

•You'd be promptly spoiled on your belated birthday day. Anything and everything you want is yours, no matter how simple or extravagant...but he is taking you out to eat at the very least. He loves showing you off and making sure people know how important you are to him.

•If you want to stay home and eat or watch a movie, have a little lazy day, he isn't apposed, it's your day after all. He wants to do everything in his power to make you feel special and loved and seen...forget about those who wronged you. He might get a little handsy, but he's just missed you and needs you to feel cared for.

Twoface:

•You sat alone in the living room of his Penthouse. It was large and spacious with high ceilings and streamers and balloons hung from the floor to ceiling windows. Everything was decorated in half and half colors and thrown around in halfhazzard fashion, but his henchmen had seemed more than willing to decorate for your party.

•Still as the day and night went by and balloons deflated, not a single one of your guests had arrived. Not a call or text, not a card or email. It seemed they'd all forgotten...or maybe they were too scared to come? But even then they could send you a message.

•It was late when he came back with his two favorite henchmen (holding huge wrapped presents), bursting through the doors, you could hear the mix of Harvey and TwoFace in his voice,

"Happy Birthday, Baby!"

•You'd look over at him, tears in your eyes, seeing more gifts from him and how excited he looks. He'd notice immediately how upset you looked, how empty the space was. It wasn’t right.

"Where is everyone? Did I scare them away? I'm sorry, My Love,"

In some way he would be fighting with himself, thinking it's his fault, that he ruined your day. Maybe his reputation...the way he looked possibly scared your friends away.

•Him saying that, asking that, would make you feel worse, he doesn't intend to make you feel worse, but he cares about you so much and wanted your day to be perfect. He can't help but feeling sad and mad.

•He would hold you and hug you and try to calm you down. You can cry on his shoulder, mess up his suit, he doesn't care. He only cares about making you feel better. He'll let you rant or complain, explain your feelings. Get it all out, he's listening.

•Of course he's listening to every detail, finding out who would stand you up, ruin your birthday party. He's not letting them get away with abandoning you, for making you feel forgotten...unwanted.

•He'd have his henchmen do the activities you had planned, if you wanted to still do them of course. Otherwise he'd reserve a whole restaurant or venue and take you out. Whatever you want to do, whenever, he'll arrange it for you.

•He wants everything to be perfect. You're perfect to him. You care about him, put up with him, of course he's going to do everything in his power to keep you happy and feeling loved, especially on your special day!

•He'd bake you a cake if you wanted it, memorize your favorite songs and movie. He's going to hold you close and make you feel special. He loves giving you little kisses on your forehead and top of your head.

•He'd love to have you sit in his lap or right next to him while you open your presents and cards from him and his men. He'll make you feel like royalty. Seeing you light up and smile makes him happy, he has this low-light-hearted chuckle that comes out when you smile or make weird faces at what his men put in the cards and envelopes.

♠︎He's really just a puppy in love. Big and scary, but only has a soft spot for you. I'd like to think of him as being similar to Gomez Addams (90's), where he would do anything and everything for you, while also respecting your strengths and individuality.

♠︎He will carry you around in his arms or on his shoulder, you weigh nothing to him so why wouldn't he bring you with him? He doesn't really think about it, he just does it, almost like an emotional support response.

♠︎He'll give you little petnames in Spanish, and you'll hear him incorporate so much spanish in his daily dialog; Cariña, Chiquita, Princesa, mi amor (if he's just so deeply in love), mi vida, pequeña

♠︎He's very vocal about his love for you and will shower you in praise and adoration. He'll get you gifts, read with you, wash your hair (and he really tries his best to be gentle), cook. Anything little or big you want to do, he'll do it.

♠︎He's your protector and will do anything and everything to keep you safe...even if you say you can handle yourself, he knows this, but you will notice how much safer the streets have become.

♠︎He always checks to make sure you have eaten.

♠︎He's a smart and serious man, and secretly sensual, he's going to treat you like royalty, but also make sure you know you belong to him...and others know you are absolutely off limits.

♠︎Seeing you smile or laugh, makes all his worries go away, just for a moment, seeing you as this ray of sunshine, a touch of hope on his worst days he loves that, and he loves you.

♠︎He's kind of rough in the bedroom, but gentle and sweet with aftercare. He's a huge teddy bear and holds you close to him, kisses the top of your head and massages your back until you fall asleep.

♠︎He smells really good actually, like a spicey leather and cedar smell, it's strong but comforting

♠︎He drives with one hand on the wheel and the other holding your hand or on your thigh. He'll bring you little treats and let you fall asleep on long rides. If you can't sleep he'd put you in the passenger seat with a blanket and adjust the heat/cooling to your liking and just drive.

♠︎He can sing really well, and even though he's big he's a pretty good dancer, though he'd never admit to it, he loves dancing with you, or singing with you. He'll hold you in his lap or on his chest and hum or sing softly, it's usual comfort songs, or one's he knows you like.

♠︎You will never end your day wondering/questioning if he loves and cares about you. He will communicate his feelings with you, send you to bed with a kiss, and will always make sure your needs are taken care of. He would hate for your last memory of him to be one of anger or sadness.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He's a huge teddy bear and holds you close to him, kisses the top of your head and massages your back until you fall asleep. Once your asleep he's quick to go do anything else (like work out) to feel less soft and vulnerable.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his muscles (without Venom) and brain. He loves being strong enough to pick you up, carry you around, pin you down, whatever, he just likes having his way with you.

He loves your legs and hips, especially if you're toned and athletic, they feel nice under his hands.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves filling you up and covering you in it, he'll drink it from you, he does not care, he's dealt with worse messes and the sight of his cum on or in you is a pleasure

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He would hate fuck you on the daily, he doesn't hate you just has a lot of pent up anger at the world, but he can't understand why you put up with him...why you stay with him or want to be around him. He has to hold back so much so he doesn't accidentally harm you or kill you, but sometimes he wonders how much you could take.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He has experience, he knows what he's doing and where to hit, squeeze, or kiss, he's a little too good...but he's still trying to learn the intimate aspects, instead of using it purely as a form of stress relief.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Again he's a simple man, missionary or Doggy, but he loves cowgirl/boy...really anything he can hold your hips or neck

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's a serious man, and sensual, he's going to treat you like royalty but also make sure you know you belong to him.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I'd say he does take care of himself, he's groomed well. He's a smart man who takes pride in his brains and brawn

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Depends on his mood, or how shitty his day was, but truly he cares for you so deeply and will do his best to be gentle with you. He'll hold you close and kiss up and down your skin, leaving love bites here and there. You're addicting to him and he's going to tell you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't do it much or at all. It's more of a nuisance and waste of time for him. He's a busy man, and if he needs a release he'll seek out the real thing.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Size kink, especially if you're smaller than he is, and a domination and breeding kink. Again there's just something about making you submit to him and making you a total mess that he loves.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The privacy of his room or base, maybe in the gym on the bench press, but anywhere private and comfortable. He just wants it to be you and him.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Anger and stress usually, but seeing you smile or laugh...seeing you as this ray of sunshine, a touch of hope on his worst days he loves that. But start being a little bratty, a little daring with him, and he'll want to dominate you and put you back in your place

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He won't do anything to you, or even go near you, while on Venom. He's too scared of hurting you when he's off it, he's sure he'd kill you or seriously injure you on it. Venom is absolutely positively off limits to you, you aren't allowed to be near it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves giving, making you squirm and melt under his touch, holding you down, listening to you beg or murmur. Hes so good, a little too good, with his fingers and tongue. You look way too good...especially if you take the initiative and want to give to him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Hard and rough!

Except he does love just holding you and feeling your body against his at times. You're softer than he is, warmer. You're a comfort to him, and he'll whisper sweet words to you...before he snaps and has to break you, reminding you just how small you are.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

It's a waste of his time. If he's going to fuck you it's going to be done properly. He wants you comfortable and completely at his disposal...however, if he was particularly stressed or something, he'd drag you to the side.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He'll experiment with positions and where he'll fuck you (maybe in front of people or a few quickies), but he's not going to get too creative and introduce anything other than his body, he's too scared of the risk, at least he knows what he himself is capable of mostly and can control that

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He has a lot of Stamina, and I mean a lot, this man can bench and lift way too much and is always trying to beat his personal bests...so he'll go as long as you let him, or as long as you can last

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

None

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn't tease necessarily, more so dirty talks to you or taunts you. If he's doing that though he's in a good mood, because he'll do it lightheartedly unless he had a particularly bad day

"I know you can't take it all, Cariña," "You're doing so well," "Te ves hermosa mi amor,"

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's not very loud or noisy at all, he groans and breathes heavy, but he won't really say anything unless asked and you have to beg

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He mixes in Spanish a lot to his sentences, or has little pet names for you in Spanish. He does it more so when he's frustrated or angry, but he loves saying sweet nothings to you.

"What's wrong, mi amor?" "Mi vida..."

He's very gentle and soft with you on the daily.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Just a little above average, nothing monstrous or tiny, kinda in the middle. There's more girth than length the use of Venom really messes with him.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It's not that high, but he still enjoys it with the right person, but he doesn't seek it out or catch himself thinking about it much. He's a busy man

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

◆He had had a horrible day, going in and out of thought, barely seeing what was around him. Every now and then you would walk by or he would check in on you, giving you a quick kiss on the top of your forehead. It brought him back down to earth.

◆He trailed his kisses down, whispering softly to you. He then picked you up with ease as you laughed lightly, "are you sure? You've seemed pretty upset and lost in thought today."

◆"I can still make love to you, Cariña,"

◆And how he wished he wouldn't have agreed to fuck you. How he wished he would've checked on you more often. He was just so conflicted with work and missions, and you were a constant joy. He was sure it would make him feel better, get him over this cycle of overthinking.

◆It wasn't until he saw you under him, crying and shaking, that he snapped out of his thoughts.

◆"Mi Vida, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry,"

◆He scrambled off of you, terrified of what he could've done, even though you were assuring him through tears that you were ok. But, you clearly were not fine.

◆"You just get a little rough in bed," you groaned.

◆"What hurts? What can I do?" He would distance himself from you, terrified to touch you, but would want desperately to make you feel better. Anything, he'd do it.

◆He noticed you struggling to move your lower body, even straining to sit up. He'd prop up pillows and get you plenty of water, a heating pad for your stomach and pain killers.

◆He'd be too scared to touch you, but would hold your hand ever so slightly. He'd apologize profusely, promising to never do it again, never do something so reckless again...never hurt you again.