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Dick crashes against the metallic walls of the cargo ship, only able to protect his head. He succeeds for a mere second before a fist slams into his face, rocking his head against the hard surface. Blood seeps out of his nose and runs down his neck. He spits it out, breath rattling as he tries to press his shaking hands against the floor and get up on his legs.
Just as his knees escape the ground, a metal-enforced boot slams into his chest, making him cry out and gasp for air as he is pinned against the wall. The steel cap nudges his chin up as the villain leans forward, arm propped up on his thigh. Some blood splatters have tinged the white parts of Bane’s mask red.
The simulation Dick fought against years ago made breaking the villain’s back seem so easy, and truly, it was under control until Bane noticed his unhealed leg injury. Dick would have better prepared had he known the weapons shipment coming in through Blüdhaven’s South port had anything to do with Bane.
“You made quick work of all my men.”
Dick’s breath hitches when a rough hand cups his chin to force his head up. His vision turns black for a moment and a wince escapes him as he stares into the light haloing the villain.
“Blue eyes, just like the Bat.”
One of his lenses is gone, lost somewhere during their scuffle.
“You must be Richard.”
Dick shudders. He’s aware that Bane knows Bruce’s identity, that it’s easy to figure out everyone else’s from that, but it doesn’t seem as if Bane cared before. Dick doesn’t know why he mentions it now. Bane has always been unpredictable. Dick has no ties to him like to the older villains. No personal vendetta that goes both ways.
“The one that doesn’t know when to stand down.”
Dick bares his bloodied teeth in a twisted smile. “Standing down is not a quality any of us possesses.”
Bane lets out an amused sound, hand snapping forward. Dick expects a hit, instead his hair is grasped, the tug forcing him to reveal his throat as the steeled boot heavily drags down his front to plant between his legs. His thighs flex, but there’s armor between them. Nothing’s going to happen to his genitals even if Bane decides to add real weight. He just has to remember that.
“I wasn’t going to stay in Blüdhaven. My goal was Gotham. Not interfering would have been better for you.”
“Your operations would not have stopped at city limits,” Dick says because talking is better than silence. “You all always crawl out of Gotham into my waters.”
“Ah. Then I’d better settle the hierarchy.”
Dick snorts, grimacing soon after when his own Escrima digs bruisingly into his throat. Bane cocks his head, and Dick’s eyes fly open, scream ripping out of his throat as the electric current runs down his entire body, his suit not isolating anymore.
He doesn’t know how long it lasts but his muscles burn as his sight returns. He’s lying on his side, limbs trembling and spit seeping from his mouth. He doesn’t have time to reorient himself when his hair is grasped, and he’s dragged over Bane’s knee. A whimper escapes him.
Dick flinches forward at the smack to his ass, every part of him protesting at the movement.
"You know, some goons talk all day long about this piece of meat," Bane says conversational, spanking him again before massaging the bruising flesh deeper and harder until Dick lets out a whimpered cry. "If I didn't know your real identity, I would say it's fake."
The fingers shift beneath the rips in his suit, tear it apart until he lies exposed.
Bane rubs over the uncovered skin, then smacks him again.
"You turn red so easily. I thought you’d be used to a few hits."
“Fuck---Fuck you,” Dick gasps, crying out when an earnest slap connects, tears flooding his eyes from the pain and humiliation. If Bruce were to see him now, he’d know Dick still isn’t good enough to protect his own city.
Dick whimpers, shaking when a rough and large finger rubs over his sphincter. It disappears for a moment, then returns wet, wet with blood. Dick tenses, throat shifting but no sound escaping.
"You should relax," Bane advices calmly, then waists no second to push in. A warbled scream escapes Dick as he strains in his grip. It burns. It hurts. Bane doesn't care, just fucks in and out of him before letting his pulsing ass push the rough finger out again. His slightly twitching hole pulses beneath the wet fingertip.
"Tighter than I thought you’d be, Nightwing. Now… what about your throat?"
Dick only has a short moment to take a breath, two burly fingers slip down past his tongue into his throat. Dick gags and chokes, wide-eyed, whimpering when another smack comes down on his heating ass.
Dick doesn’t think to bite down, and it likely would not do him any good either. Bane’s skin is too strong, and his punishment for trying would only hurt more.
"There's some self-preservation instinct in a you after all. I'm impressed, Nightwing," Bane chuckles, keeping his fingers hooked in Dick’s throat as he spreads the pulsing muscles with two fingers to spit into him before pressing two fingers into the tightness.
Dick cannot stop trembling as they cruelly push in nor by the time they pull out. He simply heaves and gasps and cries silently around the fingers that now press down onto his tongue.
"Suck," Bane commands, and Dick does with a sob, swirling his tongue around the strong fingers, hot breath touching his knuckles.
"That should do nicely," Bane murmurs, rubbing over the swollen and wet rim before the hand on his ass pulls away.
The fingers too slip out of his mouth, grasping his jaw in a tight grip, fingertips of the large hand almost caressing his ears. Dick freezes at the feel of rounded metal at his twinging ass.
"No," he breaths, scrambling, "No, please. Ple--"
Dick cries out even as Bane pushes the Escrima in slowly. It doesn't help against the pain, might maximize it, because the sharpened metal scrapes against his walls, ripping him open all the way.
"You've done this before, haven't you? Gotten your boy pussy soaking wet just to ride your weapon,” Bane twists and Dick screams anew. “You open up for it so nicely."
Bane changes his grip, holds it from the bottom up, fist surrounding what isn't in his ass. The ring of his hand brushes against his butt and then he starts fucking him with for real. It feels like being butchered from the inside. The slide eases with his squelching blood until Bane pushes it so deep, Dick feels it in his stomach, and it lodges.
Dick breaths heavily, blood running down his thighs and tears his cheeks. Another pained scream leaves his wet lips as electricity surges through him, body cramping up in the villain’s hands.
Dick falls in and out of consciousness as he is pulled up onto his knees. He can still feel his weapon stuck inside him, jolts of pain running through his body.
Bane opens his pants, stroking his cock, and despite his pleading whimper Dick chokes on his cock not a second later, throat taken with only barely less brutality than his ass. Where his Escrima is sharp against the tender flesh, Bane's cock is a blund force bruising all in his path.
Bane lets him fall after he comes down his throat, spilling some of his seed over Dick’s face. He coughs, half sitting, half lying on the ground, trying not to put pressure on the Escrima sticking out of his blood-crusted and throbbing ass.
He flinches when fingers thread back into his hair; this time deceptively soft.
“I’ll sink the boat, Nightwing. What do you think you have to do not to be on it?”
Dick doesn’t know. He’s dizzy. He already sucked him off. His ass is a mess. If Bane wanted to fuck him, he’d have already pulled the Escrima out. But Dick has to figure it out, give an answer because he won’t survive. Even if he gets off the boat, he won’t be able to swim far before he’ll grow unconscious from the pain.
“You’ve,” Dick takes a rasping breath. He might have a cracked rip. “You’ve made the hierarchy clear. I can only offer you freely what you haven’t already taken.”
Dick winces as he’s pulled up by his neck like an unruly pup, deposited into Bane’s lap properly this time. His vision swims as his chest is revealed and Bane latches onto a nipple like a starving man as a cruel hand grasps for the Escrima stuck in him. Dick cries out as it is ripped from his intestines, ripping at the harsh bonds keeping his wrists behind his back as he jerks. The cable binder cuts his skin open. Dick doesn’t even know when they got tied.
Bane kisses his ear, scattering his thoughts even more.
“If the hierarchy is so clear to you now, keep telling me.”
Dick trembles as he’s fucked with the Escrima, body flushing with pain and humiliation. Bane’s eyes grow red from the power trip, and Dick knows what he wants. Dick’s been overwhelmed, he’s admitted who his better is, but he hasn’t submitted to the role Bane wants him to play.
He jolts with every stab of pain but with tears blinding his sight he moans out a “So good”. He grows numb to the pain as he whimpers and moans and praising Bane for destroying him as he pretends Bane leaving love bites on his skin is what he wants.
He comes over Bane’s stomach despite the torture, breath ragged, cheeks wetting his cheeks, sweat cooling his skin and blood wetting them both. The Escrima slips out of him, too wet to stay. He’s burning up. Bane brushes a bloody thumb over his cheek. Back and forth. Back and forth. There’s the sound of a walkie-talkie. Bane giving orders and then hot breath caresses his ear.
“Good boys,” Bane whispers, fingers pushing back into his wrecked hole. “Good Boys get to entertainment until we are back at shore. Bad boys, I might have to throw off.”