#barsad

This is self-made. Date: 29.04.2024.

The last chart displays all ships I found, not just the most popular ones.

I assume no guarantee or liability for the completeness, correctness and accuracy of this chart despite my best efforts.

Includes fanfictions in all languages available on Ao3, NOT English only.

Includes all fandoms connected to the character "Lucius Fox".

Percentages were rounded up or rounded down to natural numbers for easier comprehension.

Poly ships were included.

More charts will follow. :)

So my dad got me some lovely wool yarn for my birthday, and even though it's summer I made a cowl. But then I realized what it made me think of.

My man Barsad with his red scarf. And now all I can think about is my OC Keeva making herself a cowl like mine because she wants to match the man she's pretending she doesn't have feelings for. And now I'm...

Ongoing inception bingo comic made from 2018-2021 (It's a multiverse inception story.)

So, I know this is kind of painful to look at, but bear with me, I have no scanner at the moment and my drawing skills are rotten. BUT I had to make some more content for our starving fandom, so here is my very humble fanart of the one Barsad (TDKR). Yes, the sassy sniper with the red scarf. 

I tried both a cartoonish and a more “”realistic”” looking doodles and coloured them. It could have turned out worse, so I don’t hate it. Just wished I knew how to actually draw clothes, lmao.

Chapter Ten: The Woman Made of Money

As Elka stared down at her burnt hand which throbbed in time with her heartbeat, back in the maze of the Gotham City sewers, Esau scoured street footage in search of Bane fleeing with the financial ice queen. It would end up taking him hours to zoom in on the plates and expand his search. As he started the search process, back in the missing, moving truck, Elka stifled a yawn with her good hand before she spoke.

“That’s good,” she said tiredly, “will you be stopping at the store first? I need some kind of antibiotic cream and gauze.”

“There’s a shopping center coming up, but first I’m going to need you to understand a few things before you get out of this truck.”

“And what is it that I need to grasp?” She tried to keep the irritation out of her voice but her aching palm enhanced her every sense.

Bane ignored her tone as he spoke. “I’m going to allow you out of the truck without your word that you will not draw attention to yourself or run. No unnecessary conversation with anyone unless it is to only match courtesy.”

“Anything else?” Elka asked shaking her head and held up her unburned hand before he could reply. “I’m not going to do anything.”

Neither of them exchanged further words as he continued at a good traffic-free pace to the parking lot of the big-box retailer.

“Are you ready?” he asked as he put the truck in park and pulled a blue hat with a professional football team’s logo from behind the seat and handed it to her. “Put this on.”

He watched her tuck her hair under the cap as he continued. “I’m not going to be able to accompany you,” he murmured and passed her a battered watch. “You have ten minutes, I don’t want to threaten you, but I need to understand that you’re going to be back in nine.”

Elka nodded and pushed open the heavy passenger side door. She slipped the money he handed her in his pocket, as he watched her walk away, she counted out the bills to find forty-four dollars.

The store was too bright from the combination of the white paint on every wall and fluorescent lighting overhead. She maneuvered the blue plastic cart through the wide aisles and got what she perceived, as necessary.

The check stand was devoid of people and Elka was glad to get back to the truck, her fatigue was overwhelming, and the vivid lighting and gaudy colors of the stuffed shelves had made her nauseous.

Bane let out the breath he hadn’t known he was holding when she reappeared through the automatic doors. He pushed open the door and let the seat fall forward so she could put the bags on the floorboard. He watched her sort through the bags and set aside a soda, bottle of water, tube of burn ointment and roll of cotton gauze.

“It’s not much further,” he said in an assuring tone once they were settled with the large engine idling. The heater was old and took a few minutes for her to feel her chills lift. Before he left the parking lot, he plucked the gauze from her shaky unburned hand and applied a thick layer of translucent ointment before loosely wrapping her hand in the post-surgical wrap.

“Not much further,” he repeated as Elka nodded wordlessly and drank deeply from the cold water.

The hotel was sprawling and painted in warm tones and boasted a South Western theme. “I’m going to park in the garage,” he said and turned into the five-story structure adding. “I need you to stay here while I get the room key, there’s a lot of potential witnesses in there.”

“But I went to that store,” she rebutted.

“No one pays attention in those stores, but I need your attention now.”

“You have it,” she said and turned her eyes towards him.

“You need to tell me that you’re going to stay put until I return.”

“I promise,” she said in a singsong voice.

“Elka I need you to be serious.”

“I am, I’ll be right here when you get back,” she said and patted the seat with her good hand.

Bane nodded satisfactorily and she watched in rapt fascination as he efficiently unloaded a syringe into the large muscle of his thigh and slipped his mask free. He looked over at she stared at his transformation as he slipped into a button-down silk shirt and pulled a coordinating tie into a neat double-Windsor knot. “I don’t want to draw unnecessary attention,” he said as her expression showed how much she was enjoying the makeover.

He spared her a final glance and walked quickly to the check-in desk. He was relieved to find a hotel staffer that was expedient, and he was soon returning to the truck with a royal blue electronic key.

He hid his relief when he saw Elka in the same spot when he returned. “Room 808,” he said as he opened her door.

Bane loaded up the lion’s share of their baggage and they found the elevator to the fourth floor and quickly walked across the parking lot.

Elka followed Bane up the hotel’s nondescript staircase and watched him slide the plastic room key into the card reader of room 808. He pulled down on the pewter handle when the light blinked green three times in rapid succession.

Elka blew out a hard breath which was louder than she intended. Bane turned and looked at her when her sigh sounded loudly.

“It’s safe here,” he said in what he hoped was a soothing tone and gently laid a hand on her shoulder. Elka felt the warmth from his fingertips through her clothes and forced a tight smile.

Bane held open the door and watched her look around the spacious suite, surprised that behind the nondescript door and benign keycard was such a vast wall-to-wall carpeted vision of a room.

“This is amazing,” she said as she dropped a paper shopping bag on a low table in the tiled entryway of the suite and walked across the carpet of the living room that was dominated by a wood burning fireplace.

Bane hung back in the doorway as she walked into the large bedroom that had soft lighting and smooth satin bedding in deep, warm colors that celebrated the birth of autumn. She didn’t offer a verbal comment on the bedroom and instead slipped into the bathroom that boasted stacks of folded high thread count towels and matching bathmats.

She felt her lips curve into a smile as her eyes fell upon a large woven basket that was adorned with a large gold bow and filled with bath oils, floral soaps, and other botanical bath products.

Elka was in the middle of twisting off the cap of a rose scented bottle of bubble bath when Bane’s voice echoed in the open bathroom. His soft words broke her away from deeply inhaling the delicate scent of the exotic and designer blush pink gel.

“How are you feeling?”

She shrugged before replying and glanced again at her watch. “I think it’s about time for something stronger to drink than coffee.”

He smiled at her continued forced enthusiasm and watched her twist the bottle closed and replace it gingerly with the other tubes of floral lotion and smoothing body creams. Elka slowly walked towards him and he casually stepped over to block her path. She gave a half-hearted attempt to push past him, not thinking that being so close to him would mean being wrapped up in the intoxicating aroma of his warm skin.

“Can I get past?”

“No.”

“Please?”

He leaned closer to her; his breath hot along the line of her jaw as she turned her face away from him.

“No.”

Bane prevented any forward progress and she avoided his eyes while memorizing the feel of his shirt under her fingertips. She opened her mouth to speak and then imagined what she would sound like, she feared the naked vulnerability.

There was no way past him. “What then?”

“Did you notice that bed’s a lot roomier than the sleeping bag?”

“I hadn’t really noticed that,” she lied and shifted nervously in front of his looming frame.

“Take your time cleaning up, take a long bath and then come to bed.”

“You don’t just have sleeping on your mind right now do you?”

“You know, you never did tell me how many times you and your…. husband shared, the martial bed.”

Elka ran her unscathed hand through her hair and couldn’t keep the startled expression from filling her face. “I didn’t keep a tally,” she said as she shook her head and sat heavily on the edge of the bathtub, finding she couldn’t breathe standing so close to him.

“An average then, about how many times a week Elka?”

“I don’t know, not a lot.”

“I’m trying to be patient Elka, how often?”

“We didn’t okay, didn’t past a few times okay, we had an arrangement.”

Bane couldn’t keep his own surprised expression under wraps at her words and didn’t have to wait long for her to elaborate. She tried to appear casual as she attempted to explain her marriage.

“I did get pregnant when Cal and I had a bit too much to drink at that stupid gala. He was running for his first seat on the bench after the previous conservative judge had passed from a sudden heart attack. An unwanted pregnancy or bastard child wouldn’t do it for Cal, and he thinks abortion is the absolutely worst thing imaginable. We don’t really like each other much but,” Elka trailed off as Bane’s gaze seemed to see inside to the very chambers of her rapidly beating heart.

“But what Elka?” he murmured from the doorway, fighting the urge to cross to her, kneel in front of her and promise a better arrangement, something real.

“We don’t see eye to eye on much, but we got married for the sake of optics. It was a lovely wedding, but I miscarried ten days after we moved into the penthouse.”

She snorted back a laugh and shook her head. “I was writing out the thank-you cards for the wedding gifts and was in the intensive care unit six hours later, lost the baby and the ability to ever conceive again.”

“I’m sorry Elka,” he finally whispered.

“Don’t be,” she said quickly. “It was really for the best, after that, Calvin and I just agreed to carry on socially as husband and wife but essentially live our own lives, being discreet when it comes to matters that could potentially cause embarrassment.”

“He’s discreet with his lovers?”

Elka shrugged, “as much as he can be, I guess, he hasn’t been rocked by any scandals.”

“How about you?”

“What?”

“Do you have any discreet lovers?”

Elka chuckled, “no, nothing like that.”

“You don’t long for someone? A partner, companion?”

Bane sharpened his gaze as his words fell on her ears. She blushed under the sharp intensity from his eyes.

“I guess, I just, never met that kind of person,” she said slowly and looked down at her feet.

“It’s a delicious feeling when you do meet that person,” he whispered and walked slowly towards her and knelt at her feet. Bane listened to the hitch in her breathing when he placed a hand on either side of the tub’s ledge, trapping her in place.

Her pulse quickened at his close proximity and she was unable to keep from raising her unburned hand to press against his chest.

At her touch, Bane’s head turned into a raging, frothing sea of emotions, he managed to keep it reined in and dropped a hand to close around her wrist. Elka bit back a gasp as he pressed his lips to her smooth palm, his voice was a warm, tickling on her skin. “May I be that person for you Elka? The one to keep you safe and fulfill your….needs?”

“That’s a lot to absorb,” she forced herself to say without a scoff as his hands landed on her hips and squeezed urgently.

“Do I repulse you that much?”

“No, it’s not that.”

“What is it then?” he asked as he grasped her hand and kissed her knuckles gently. She held her breath as he didn’t release her, instead he moved her hand down the front of his body, landing on his growing rigidity.

“Don’t I make you feel safe? Don’t I make your body feel good?”

“He does make you feel safe,” she thought to herself. Elka’s mind was activity churning and urgently added, “he will keep you safe and you might grow to crave his touch, but above else you’ll be alive.”

“Yes,” she whispered raggedly, resignation making her limbs feel cement laden.

Bane leaned back and looked at her, she tried to make her tone light despite her inner feelings, fears, and emotions. “Yes?” he parroted.

“Yes.”

“Take some time to clean-up, we can talk more later. Would you like dinner from room service too?”

“Yes, please,” she said with embarrassing enthusiasm, “spaghetti and meatballs or any kind of pasta.”

Bane traced his fingertips along her culinary inspired smile, “it’ll be waiting for you,” he whispered and kissed her forehead leaving her to fill the tub and adorn the hot, flowing water with botanical bath foams and oils.

He ordered the food as she soaked in the perfumed water, adding a rare ribeye and baked potato for himself. He longed to join her; a jolt shot to his core every time he heard the water splash along her wet, naked skin.

Bane forced himself to sit on the edge of the firm king mattress and wait in excruciating physical want and need until he simultaneously heard the water begin to drain from the tub and the quick knock on the door with their piping hot room service dinner.

Elka came out of the bathroom to find a plate of spaghetti covered with a thick red sauce and plump meatballs waiting for her. They ate in a comfortable silence; she was surprised at how hungry she was and was soon dragging her bread across the sauce-covered plate to soak up the olive oil and garlic remnants.

Bane smiled at her dinner appreciation and sliced his steak into thick ribbons that leeched blood into his neat pile of seasonal vegetables. He picked up the remote control and aimed it at the flat screen television, the channel was preset to the news and they were both met with the tail end of Chief Justice Calvin Green’s plea for the return of his beloved missing wife.

“Can you please turn that off or change the channel?”

Bane wisely didn’t tease or offer a verbal comment, he clicked the arrow up button and soon the screen was filled with a popular cop movie and its infamous car chase scene in full high definition.

Bane watched her suppress a yawn with the back of her bandaged hand.

“Come lay down.”

Elka put her plate aside and brushed breadcrumbs off her lap. She felt her nerves idiotically embarrassing her.

He came around the side of the bed and pulled back the linen, “let me make you feel good.”

Elka kicked off her shoes and slipped under the covers. Bane felt himself grow hard enough to be uncomfortable behind his zipper as she rolled onto her side, facing away from him.

He slid across the mattress until he could smooth his hand down her outer arm and slip to settle on her waist.

He squeezed her side and nuzzled his face in the back of her neck, inhaling deeply and catching a light floral scent from the hotel’s shampoo.

Bane pressed his lips against her head and their collective respiratory rate increased as his fingertips reached the top of her panties. He dipped his fingertips lower and brushed against the thin layer of fabric that covered her femininity.

Elka squeezed her eyes shut as she felt a slow-building blush as he slid his hand down the front of the thin fabric of her panties to cup a hand against her warm intimacy. Elka gasped at the sudden feel of his intimate touch. An involuntarily moan escaped her lips as Bane started to probe her delicate folds with his fingertips.

“Turn over,” he demanded huskily and watched conflicting thoughts wash across her face as he traced his fingertips along her, one fingertip came to rest against her clit and began to tease the nerve cluster. Her blush flared to life as she felt a rush of wetness under his touch, but she couldn’t seem to drop her gaze. He increased his gentle rhythm on her nerve center until he felt it start to harden under his caress.

Bane never stopped touching her as he shifted and insinuated himself further between her thighs as he rested more of his lower body against hers.

Elka felt her body betray her as her pelvis lifted into his touch, Bane dropped his head and buried his face against her neck. He could hear her breath increasing as she tried to keep from squeezing her thighs tightly around his waist.

As she tried to shake her head and not focus on the growing heaviness that had started in her lower belly and only bloomed further under his attention, he dropped his free hand to his zipper and freed his hardening cock.

Elka didn’t fight him as he pulled her sweatpants down the sides of her thighs. She found a strangled gasp tear its way from her throat as he curled his fingertips around the top of her panties and pulled the fabric free from her body.

He let his fingertips dance from her hips to the inside of her thighs and push them further apart. Bane growled with feral delight as her femininity was exposed to his gaze and he lowered his mouth to the apex at the top of her thighs.

Elka found herself only able to speak in low moans as she felt Bane’s mouth and tongue tickle and explore her wet and delicate folds. He found himself relishing in the sounds he was able to manifest from his varying touches and caresses.

Elka’s thighs began to shake as she neared release and Bane finally had to give into his body’s growing and unrelenting need. He rose up and kept the majority of his weight on his elbows as he let his engorged and painfully erect cock tease at her wet opening.

Elka looked down and felt a rush of wetness when her eyes found his stiffness. She looked back up and met his eyes as she let him push her thighs further apart and allowed him to rub his rigid length flush against her body.

Bane’s cock grew hard until it ached against the inside of her thigh as he ran a fingertip across her slick folds and the cluster of nerves that hardened under his touch and forced a low cry from her.

“Tell me you want me,” Bane rasped in a thickened voice

His voice found her as he increased the rhythm of his fingertip on her swollen, sensitive clit. “Tell me.”

Elka gave the barest of nods as he traced the rough pads of his fingertips down the side of her face. “I want you,” she gasped breathlessly as he dropped his head and caught one of her hardening nipples in his mouth.

She was only capable of gasping and giving a low moan when he eased his entire length inside of her. Elka felt the sudden fullness as her body struggled to accommodate him, she felt his strength and power as he shifted and started to move in a slow and even rhythm supporting most of his weight on his elbows.

He continued moving at a gentle rhythm, his body aching for release. Each time he sheathed himself into her his body begged for him to climax. While Bane willed his control to hold fast, he resumed the slow circles against her sensitive nub of flesh.

Elka felt near overwhelmed at the feel of his body sliding in and out of her and the feelings he was creating with his touch. She felt herself tumble into a chasm of electric bliss as her climax took over her body and soon Bane fell into the well of ecstasy after her.

She felt his body slowly lose its rigidity and he withdrew.

“Are you okay?” Bane asked in a strained voice, still riding out the post-coital wave of pleasure. Elka nodded, her ability to articulate words momentarily hobbled as the remnants of her orgasmic explosion electrically jumped in her lower belly and shot throughout her limbs.

“So,” Bane said softly, kissing the tip of her nose, “where would you like to go for our first date?”

Elka’s lips broke into a genuine smile as he added. “It can’t be in public or anywhere but this room for now.”

Bane rejoiced inside at her small laugh and flash of sparkle in her eyes, “then, right here I guess,” she said patting the top of the mattress.

Elka felt a sudden rise in her embarrassment when he brushed his fingertips through her hair. She felt a tremble when his rough fingers started at her scalp and slid to the ends of her silken strands as he dropped his head and whispered above her lips. “We can still enjoy the evening here, another dinner from room service.”

She watched the muscle next to his eye twitch before he blew out a heavy breath and reached for his mask he had left within arm’s reach. Elka watched him affix his mask back in place before what she could see of his expression turned solemn, “there’s something sensitive I need to ask you.”

Elka surprised him with a scoff, “what could I possibly be shocked at by anymore?”

“I need all of your attention right now,” he said with no inflection to his voice, the lack of tone killed her laughter.

“You have it.”

“If what you said about your husband and marriage are true, why assign a number for dating? Why five?”

Elka shrugged, “it sounded like a good number. Not too prudish or slutty.”

He laughed genuinely, “what about finding the pictures and stating that he was cheating?” he asked, squeezing her tighter. “You could’ve told me the truth in the first place.”

Elka shrugged, “it’s a habit I guess, I wrote and memorized the script.”

“Did you alter the truth on anything else you said?”

“I sense you have something specific in mind,” she whispered and shifted against him, feeling his softening cock pressed to the inside of her thigh.

“Did you withhold the truth about taking a lover?”

“I have not slept with anyone since that open bar gala.”

Bane tried to keep the relief off his face, he felt the truth in her words and in her body. “In your alternative version of the truth, you said it was five dates until intimacy.”

Elka nodded and he continued.

“How long until he earned your heart?”

“He’s never had that,” she said strongly.

“Has anyone?”

Elka ignored his question, “what about you? How many have your shared your life and love with?”

“I can’t recall a single feature of any face,” Bane said immediately. “There hasn’t been anyone who has held a shred of meaning or value.” His frontal lobe tried to paint a mural of Talia’s face behind his eyes, tried to insist that he loved the woman he nearly lost his life in Pena Dura for. “I do not love that woman,” he seethed to his mind on a wash of chilly darkness.

“No one?” she whispered and pressed her unburned palm over his heart.

Bane wordlessly dropped his head to the curve of her neck, “could you love me?” She grew still as his whispered words filled her ear, “be only mine?”

He raised his face to scrutinize her, he could nearly see how his questions had shaken her, starkly and suddenly exposed her. Elka felt further vulnerability nearly swallow her whole, she couldn’t look away from him. Bane wanted her to speak and pressed her further with his uncomfortable questions.

“Have you Elka, have you given anyone your heart?”

Biting her lower lip, she took a small breath and shook her head. “No.”

“No?” he asked with genuine astonishment.

“No,” she repeated on an exhale and felt a shudder pass through her under his heavy gaze.

It seemed a long time until he spoke, before he did, he slid his hand to the back of her head and cradled her skull. He wove his fingertips in her hair and pulled her as close as he could.

“That makes me very happy to hear Elka,” he murmured against the crown of her head. The strands of her hair rubbing against the titanium mesh front of his mask.

As she let herself get wrapped up in Bane’s embrace, back in the sewer system all hell was breaking loose. Esau had rounded up everyone when he found Bane missing along with the abducted financial whore and he had eyes moving out in every direction.

The other highly paid men gathered around Esau as he pulled up the last known coordinates that Bane’s satellite phone had pinged.

What no one knew made the search-and-destroy mission to find Bane and Elka start in the completely wrong direction. Bane had attached his sat phone to the large wheel of a large semi heading out of the big-box retailer parking lot. Esau was currently tracking the large commercial eighteen-wheeler as it headed to the heart of the Midwest and the company’s headquarters.

As the brightly painted truck merged onto the highway, back in the penthouse suite, Judge Calvin Green awoke with a platinum blonde tucked against his side. He frowned for a minute and rubbed his eyes as he tried to remember the blonde’s name, where he met her and how much he’d had to drink.

As Calvin yawned deeply and felt nausea settle over him, back in the spacious hotel room, Elka let her body relax under his touch and Bane’s hands which roamed along the peaks and valleys of her bare skin.

“I want your heart,” Bane whispered against her warm skin. “I want you to give me all of your love.”

He watched emotions fill her eyes as she tried to look away.

“Talk to me,” he demanded in the wake of her silence, trailing his fingertips along her jawline.

Elka shook her head, “it’s just a lot to take in, it’s overwhelming.”

Bane watched her expression shift as she added, “it’s not like it even matters what I have to say though.”

“Why do you say that?”

Elka frowned at him, still so aware of his warm embrace and being pressed against his body. “Well, you already told me that I wouldn’t be returning to my previous life.”

Before Bane could speak, she quickly lifted her hand and placed her fingers against the mesh front of his mask. “I’m not saying I want to return to my life before, I’m just asking for some patience while I work through….accepting this.”

Elka left her fingertips on the front of his mask as he stared down at her wordlessly for what seemed like a long time.

He captured her hand and squeezed it urgently. “We started in fear, but I’ll do anything you need in order for you to feel comfortable with me and your new life.”

Elka felt a blush fill her face and spread down her neck and chest at the intensity of his gaze, she cleared her throat but couldn’t tear her eyes away from his.

“Anything,” Bane repeated as dropped his head to the flushed skin at the curve of her neck.

Elka spoke while Bane’s hot exhale through the front of his mask teased along her skin. “The things you say, how can you?”

“What do you mean, how can I?” he asked lifting his head to look at her.

She found herself stumbling over her words and unable to form a coherent sentence.

She felt her self-consciousness fill and wash over her and tried to move out of his formidable embrace.

“No,” Bane said in a dangerous tone and pulled her impossibly close.

He felt the panic surging throughout her limbs as she dropped her chin and desperately tried to ignore the weight of his body and his hot exhale as he put his fingers under her chin and lifted firmly. Elka squeezed her eyes shut. “Do not turn away from me,” Bane whispered raggedly, keeping her solidly locked in his arms.

“Talk to me,” he reiterated urgently, watching distress fill her face. She shook her head slightly, refusing to open her eyes and look at him. “I just don’t know if I trust you entirely, I’m afraid of you,” she admitted in a low tone.

Bane slightly relaxed his hold on her, allowing her to take a deeper breath. He took a moment to revel in the remnants of her taste on his lips and the scent of her nearly overwhelming his ability to speak.

“I regret the pain I’ve caused you, the fear I’ve created in here,” he murmured, brushing his fingertips along her closed eyelids, “and in here,” he added laying his palm on the warm skin above her rapidly beating heart.

“How can I take away your fear? “Gain your trust?” Bane added when she remained silent. He was relieved she had opened her eyes as she regarded him guardedly.

Elka willed herself to relax in his strong embrace, she pushed out a slow exhale and met his eyes.

“I honestly don’t know if there’s some sort of starting place at this point, but I do know that I’d like to trust you,” she said and continued in the blush of a whisper. “I’d like to stop being afraid.”

Bane absorbed the wash of her vulnerable words as she added, “can we just stay like this for a while, talk more later?”