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irony-rocks.livejournal.com) wrote in het_reccers2012-07-27 01:44 pm
Thieves, by orange_crushed
Okay, so we'll be having plenty of influx of TDKR fic recs soon, yes? Pretty please?
Fandom Category: Batman/The Dark Knight Rises
Pairing: Selina Kyle/John Blake, minor Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne
Fic Title: Thieves
Author: orange_crushed
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/470569
Rating/Warning(s): teen and up
Genre: drama
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: Okay, I'm a Selina/Bruce OTP by nature, but let's face it. JGL was rather distracting when he was onscreen too. This story is well written with a gorgeous Selina voice, as the city tears itself apart. Without going into spoilers, it could just as easily be canon for the movie.
It's not hard to find John Blake. He's the only man still wearing blue and black. They must be the only colors he owns. She follows him to a shabby brownstone and puts the lockpick up against his kidneys. She makes him turn around slowly, and smirks at him when he realizes what she's holding.
"I thought you'd run," he says.
"They're looking for cops," Selina reminds him. "Not robbers." This is an uncomfortable truth. Bane's promise of protection in exchange for services rendered was genuine; his thugs don't have a lingering interest in her, nor is she being followed. Nobody cares about Selina Kyle, not anymore. Here, in hell, she's finally free.
"Are you here to help?" he asks. Single-minded to a fault. She doesn't know why, but she dressed up for this, to come and talk to the last man in Gotham who seemed to be holding it together. The last person who believes he is still working inside a system, following a plan. It would be charming if it didn't make her teeth ache. "I know what you can do. I could use you. But only if I can trust you." He says it like he wants to.
"You can't." There's a lump in her throat. Full disclosure, this time. She makes mistakes, but not the same ones, over and over. Blake says he has to go. He turns his back to her. "You can't hold the northwest," she says, suddenly. She doesn't know quite what she's saying. Or why. "You don't have enough men. You need to stay on the trucks."
"Think I don't know that?" So bitter. He's a rare one. Every lost block is a personal failure, a bruise. He thinks he owes them something: the people looting markets in panic, the ones curled up under the bed. It's an uncanny moral resemblance. Well, she could probably get him killed too, one day, if she tried hard enough.
"Jefferson up through Bridge Park," she says. "My neighborhood." He looks at her for a long second. He understands the inflection. "I can't be everywhere."
"Be somewhere," he says.
Fandom Category: Batman/The Dark Knight Rises
Pairing: Selina Kyle/John Blake, minor Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne
Fic Title: Thieves
Author: orange_crushed
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/470569
Rating/Warning(s): teen and up
Genre: drama
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: Okay, I'm a Selina/Bruce OTP by nature, but let's face it. JGL was rather distracting when he was onscreen too. This story is well written with a gorgeous Selina voice, as the city tears itself apart. Without going into spoilers, it could just as easily be canon for the movie.
It's not hard to find John Blake. He's the only man still wearing blue and black. They must be the only colors he owns. She follows him to a shabby brownstone and puts the lockpick up against his kidneys. She makes him turn around slowly, and smirks at him when he realizes what she's holding.
"I thought you'd run," he says.
"They're looking for cops," Selina reminds him. "Not robbers." This is an uncomfortable truth. Bane's promise of protection in exchange for services rendered was genuine; his thugs don't have a lingering interest in her, nor is she being followed. Nobody cares about Selina Kyle, not anymore. Here, in hell, she's finally free.
"Are you here to help?" he asks. Single-minded to a fault. She doesn't know why, but she dressed up for this, to come and talk to the last man in Gotham who seemed to be holding it together. The last person who believes he is still working inside a system, following a plan. It would be charming if it didn't make her teeth ache. "I know what you can do. I could use you. But only if I can trust you." He says it like he wants to.
"You can't." There's a lump in her throat. Full disclosure, this time. She makes mistakes, but not the same ones, over and over. Blake says he has to go. He turns his back to her. "You can't hold the northwest," she says, suddenly. She doesn't know quite what she's saying. Or why. "You don't have enough men. You need to stay on the trucks."
"Think I don't know that?" So bitter. He's a rare one. Every lost block is a personal failure, a bruise. He thinks he owes them something: the people looting markets in panic, the ones curled up under the bed. It's an uncanny moral resemblance. Well, she could probably get him killed too, one day, if she tried hard enough.
"Jefferson up through Bridge Park," she says. "My neighborhood." He looks at her for a long second. He understands the inflection. "I can't be everywhere."
"Be somewhere," he says.