MY FIRST BANE/BLAKE PROMPT!!
John had still not taken his final vows before becoming a priest, but he was working towards it. Gotham needed as much saving as it could get and John wanted to do his part.
One of the tasks handed to him was a difficult one - but one he was ready for. He was assigned to take the final confessions of a death row inmate at Black Gate. The day he was assigned, he dressed in black and carried his bible and rosary beads. He was let into the prison and was escorted to death row where a chair was waiting for him in front a cell. He ignored the other inmates who were hollering and shouting obscene things at him and once he sat down, he watched as the prisoner he was assigned to seem to melt out of the darkness and approach the bars.
He was a huge, massive man that seem to be more mountain than anything else. Bald with frightening scars criss-crossing over his mouth but with haunting blue-grey eyes. He still wore his prison issued clothing, the drab grey jumpsuit, most of it open but he wore a shirt underneath it. When he approached the bars, he said,
Normal tone, not even forced and the entire death row fell silent. John was instantly intimidated. He swallowed hard as he said,
"My name is John Blake…I’m the priest here to listen to your confessions."
"You said your name, not father. You are not a priest yet."
"No, I’m not I have final vows to take."
The prisoner hummed slightly.
"I’m known as Bane."
Images of the monster Bane flashed through John’s mind, headlines, pictures, stories of the monster of Gotham who’s entire face had never been seen until he was caught. He was a violent, hardened criminal with a large body count before him. John was afraid.
John nodded as he said the name outloud and still felt afraid.
"So, you’ll hear my confessions?"
"Yes. Or anything you wish to discuss."
Bane sat down in front of the bars as John began to perform the rituals to begin confession, saying the opening speech of confession and Bane spoke but did not confess. He didn’t confess to anything, he just told John about his day, about what life in prison was like. When John was done, he left Black Gate confused.
He returned again the following day and Bane again spoke but did not confess. On the third day, John interrupted him.
"You are not confessing."
"I have nothing to confess."
"What do you mean?"
"Confession is for those that feel guilt or need some kind of redemption. I don’t."
"Then…why call for a priest?"
"It’s nice to talk to someone who’s not an animal."
John didn’t know what to say to that.
Over time, Bane told him he was appealing his case though he had little to no hope anything would be overturned. John told him he would pray for him. When he did, he felt Bane touch his knee through, John having sat closer to the bars to talk to Bane. He shuttered, afraid for a moment but Bane’s touch was gentle, his fingers stroking over the fabric of his pants.
"In another life, John, I would have loved to have you."
John blushed deeply and cleared his throat as he sat up straight, Bane’s hand dropping away from him.
"I guess you can consider that a confession."
After months of John returning to see Bane, feeling strange each other, a shiver running up his spine when Bane looked at him, his face flushing when Bane’s raspy, deep voice said something to him, one day he went to Black Gate only to be told he was not needed.
"But, I have a parishioner who is in need."
"Bane escaped here last night."
Hearing that should have terrified John. He should have fled for his life, no longer having the bars to protect him from Bane - who had developed an infatuation on John. But instead, he turned and left Black Gate, returning to the rectory to wait.