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pedroam-bang · 7 months

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The Dark Knight Rises (2012)

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infinitepunches · 9 months

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He must be stopped.

#christopher nolan #oppenheimer #batman #the dark knigth rises #john blake #joseph gordon levitt #robert downey jr #alden ehrenreich #cillian murphy #john f. kennedy #barbenheimer

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heroicgartist · 9 months

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Can't believe the Harley Quinn show is the closest BaneBlake has ever been acknowledged in official DC material. 🅱️ane get your 🅱️OY!

#baneblake #john blake #dick grayson #the harley quinn show #bane #batman #batman the dark knight rises #tdkr #robin #nightwing

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random-imagines-blog · 1 year

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Imagine being Bruce Wayne’s sister, and being in a relationship with John Blake.

Bonding time. It should be easy, right? You loved your brother, and you loved John. They both loved you, so they had at least one thing in common. It should be simple. A nice hike out in the woods on the Wayne property. Enjoy the outdoors, get a little workout in, pump those endorphins up --

Five minutes. That’s all it took. Five minutes for you to regret this.

“I’m telling you,” Bruce said, angrily. “There aren’t any big snakes in these woods. The worst you’re gonna find are the cornsnakes. Harmless.”

“And I’m telling you,” John shot back. “I just saw a long one. Long and black. Definitely venomous.”

“I don’t appreciate you telling me what is and isn’t on my land, Blake.”

You were crouched down, sighing. While the men, or should you say boys, were squabbling for the first time of many today, you were actually peering down into the brush, seeing what it was that John had thought that he had seen. He was more into the argument than in actually proving that he was right at this point. Blue-black, the snake moved throughout the shadows, keeping to itself. It wasn’t aggressive in the least. It was - kind of pretty, actually.

You stood up and took a couple of steps back, brushing your hands on your shorts. “You’re both wrong,” You said, and flicked their heads in unison. “It’s a Drymarchon. So it’s pretty big. But it’s not venomous. I know you’re both out there being save-the-city people but come on, watch some Attenborough. We’re losing daylight, let’s head out.”

Both of the men watched as you strode past them, keeping on the trail. And then looked at each other. Your brother was the first to get moving again, if only to think he could get the last words in. “Harmless, told you.”

“Long and black, told you,” John said in a slightly mocking tone.

“I’ll import in some copperheads if you two don’t cut it out,” You threatened, not even bothering to turn your head, feeling like you were out with two children rather than fully grown men.

Requested by: @tsunchani

#John Blake #John Blake x reader #John Blake imagines #Batman #Batman imagines #request #imagines #DC #DC imagines #johnb

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fulltimecatwitch · 21 days

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Joseph Gordon-Levitt as the hot,young, honest cop who is trying to save his city is my favorite Joseph Gordon- Levitt genre

#joseph gordon levitt #project power #the dark knight rises #frank shaver #john blake #thank you project power for that towel scene

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blueeyeddarkknight · 1 year

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A behind the scenes look at the sculpture and final product for Jim Morrison's headstone for the biographical film "The Doors" starring Val Kilmer and directed by Oliver Stone Sculpted at Alterian by John Blake.

Credit : alterianinc on Instagram

Ps : This sculpture is modeled after Val not Jim.. The real sculpture was stolen in the 80s.. This statue is in Oliver stone's office currently 😊

The real bust vs the movie prop

#val kilmer #Jim morrison #The doors #The doors movie #Jim's statue #Instagram #John Blake #Mladen Mikulin #Sculptors #oliver stone #Lizard king #Mr mojo risin #The doors 1991 #pere lachaise #Jim's grave #Paris

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hopefulcanary · 1 year

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last couple months(!!) of commissions, all these sweet boys just destroying me

#star trek #mckirk #mcu #the dark knight rises #crossover ship #naruto #the untamed #jim kirk #leonard mccoy #bruce banner #john blake #itachi uchiha #wei wuxian #commission #my art

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thegroovywitch · 1 year

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Robert Plant and John Paul Jones attend 'Roadies Raffle' Charity Event, Golden Lion Pub, Fulham, London, October 31, 1978.

Press: "Oh What A Great Night It Was"

It was a night they'll never forget in Fulham! All rock's lovliest stars showed up to present a glittering array of gold discs and album sets at London's top rock pub - the Golden Lion. It was a culmination of hugely successful Ad Lib - Golden Lion Roadies' Raffle - which ended collecting a terrific £816 cheque for the Evening News Toy for a Sick Child Fund.

Led Zeppelin's Robert Plant and John Paul Jones drove down from Birmingham to be there. Ex-Wings star Jimmy McCulloch interrupted rehearsals with his new band to hand over some of his priceless gold albums.

And others who sipped pints and joked with the winners included Yes' Alan White, ex-Animal Eric Burdon, Manfred Mann's Chris Thompson and Mitch Mitchell.

Disc Jockey Mike Quinn compered and Chas & Dave plays a sizzling set. A million thanks to you all!

— From Evening News, Nov. 1978

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zilabee · 1 year

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This is a rubbish sort of book full of lies and boring untruths from 1981. But I don't care because it has the best title of all beatles books, and just look at its cover. (Poor pepper!john who can't even stand to look at the others, who grew old without him. I love that they've been aged up to look wrecked. Paul looks like he's been crying for twenty years, and Ringo has definitely seen some stuff.)

#also love that they grew old in their pepper suits #a little bit miss haversham <3 #all you needed was love #john blake #the beatles #john lennon #beatles books

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klcthebookworm · 13 days

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Six Sentence Sunday: The Dark Knight Rises: Weapon of the Shadows

The Dark Knight Rises: Weapon of the Shadows

BookWorm's Library | Ao3

"The last thing he said to me was anyone can be a hero." Jim Gordon's voice caught and he looked down at the podium. Selina pitied him and turned off the television set. She knew there were more to Batman's last words, but she had been there two months ago when he had uttered them. She didn't begrudge Jim's editing for the speech dedicating the statue to the fallen hero's memory. Just like he didn't begrudge her leaving Gotham before someone pinned a medal to her undeserving chest.

Summary: After the core explosion, the League of Shadows seeks retaliation for what they lost on the one Gothamite they can reach, but the stakes become personal when the Cat takes in a kitten.

So I was reading emiv's awesome story The Longer You Stay adding all the Robins to the Nolanverse, when multiple commenters asked about the Batgirls. emiv explained that she had no plans for them. The muse started plotting. I had already reintroduced Barbara "Babs" Gordon in Meanwhile in Gotham City and I have plans for Stephanie Brown in the Part of the Night series. That left Cassandra Cain, my favorite little bad ass, and bam this story hit my brain. I hope you enjoy this take on the Nolanverse.

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scaryscarecrows · 9 months

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Gordon yanks Blake down a ruined street. This has gone badly. He thought it might, but…not this badly, and not this fast.

The kid stumbles but keeps his feet and Gordon shoves him into a darkened doorway and hopes they can have a second’s respite before they run again.

To his horror, the door at his back squeaks open and he nearly falls inside. It only gets worse from there.

“Well, well.” Jonathan Crane has, to Gordon’s understanding, been playing judge for Bane’s kangaroo court. Even if that’s untrue, he’s the last man Gordon wants to see right now. “What’s this?”

The barking of the dogs comes closer and he grabs Blake’s shirt to keep him here. Sudden movements and the Scarecrow are a bad mixture.

“Crane,” he pants, “we’re not friends, but we don’t want any trouble with you.”

Crane’s face is unreadable. Rather than shut the door, he steps aside with a curt, “Forty minutes. Wake her up, and you’ll wish I’d killed you.”

He disappears into the dark building, leaving Gordon flabbergasted on the doorstep. The dogs move closer and he makes his choice. Better the devil he knows.

He drags Blake in after him and they shut the door, engulfing the place in darkness–no. Not quite. There’s a glow in the distance, firelight or something, and he begins the creep towards that.

“I don’t like this,” Blake whispers. “What if it’s a trick?”

It could be. Crane’s a bastard. But he’s a familiar bastard, and, frankly, one they stand a better chance of overpowering.

“Stay sharp,” he whispers back. Blake’s never crossed paths with Crane before, he has no idea how dangerous this could be. “Watch your corners.”

This was a bookstore once; it’s a maze of shelves, interspersed with a handful of comfy reading chairs and tables. The far wall has a fireplace set into it, and Crane’s seated in front of it with a copy of The Shadow of the Wind in his hands.

“You look tired, Commissioner,” he says, not looking up. “Been busy?”

Up close, Crane looks haggard; thinner than ever, with shadows under his eyes so deep and dark he looks skeletal. He hasn’t been sleeping, and the stress lines on his face are stark.

“Could ask the same of you,” he says neutrally, sitting down in the furthest available chair. “Heard you changed careers.”

“Merely living the American Dream.” He closes his book and turns those searchlight eyes on them. “Why are you still in Gotham.”

Really. Really?

“If I turned tail every time some asshole tried to take it over, I’d be a poor excuse for a cop.”

That sparks a laugh, sharp and mostly genuine.

“Fair enough.”

“Why help us?” Blake blurts out. “It’s like Gordon said; we’re not friends.”

Crane is quiet for several minutes. If Blake is hoping for some hidden moment of vulnerability, he’ll be heartbroken.

“If it had just been you, I’d have shut the door,” he says at last. “But they never do clean-up the way they should, and two corpses will start to reek.”

Elsewhere in the dark bookstore comes the sound of coughing. The coughs move closer and finally a white wraith comes out of the darkness.

If Crane looks haggard, Kitty Richardson looks ghastly, a vision out of some ghost story in here. She sounds it, too; when she speaks, it’s a hideous, painful-sounding rasp.

“Didn’t know we had guests.”

“Kitty–” Gordon always forgets just how fast Crane can move when he wants to. “You shouldn’t be up.”

“Does me good to. Walk around.” Gordon doubts that. She’s swaying a little, one hand clutching the nearest shelf for support. “Don’t worry so much.”

“I think I’m justified,” Crane says dryly. “That’s enough walking around now.”

She dodges him and makes her way to the sofa anyway, curling up against him when he sits down.

“You look like hell, Commissioner,” she rasps, a quick, shaky grin flitting across her lips. “Who’s the little one?”

“Detective Blake.”

“Ohh, a detective. Did you hear that, love?”

“Mm.” Crane adjusts his glasses. “You’ll forgive me for being unimpressed.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Gordon cringes inwardly. Outwardly, he tries to salvage the situation.

“You don’t look so well either, Richardson.”

“Little cold.” She squirms tighter against Crane’s side. “Nothing serious.”

Crane looks very tempted to disagree, but he just picks up his book again and intones, “Thirty minutes.”

It starts to rain. Gordon doubts that will matter.

Richardson dozes off after about ten minutes and some of the tension slips off of Crane’s face.

“Flu?”

“Mm.” He looks up at them again. “I don’t give a damn about Bane’s revolution, Gotham, or you. But I’ll give you a word of advice: get out of the city, don’t look back.”

“We can’t,” Blake protests. “There’s still people–”

“Oh, and I’m sure you think Batman will come and save you, hm? Guess again.” His tone turns mocking. “The Batman is gone. He was just a man, and men can be beaten. Case in point.” He gestures with his book. “There is no more savior. Gotham has fallen and all any of you can do now is scatter like rats.”

“No.”

“Where did you find this idealist?” Crane rolls his eyes. “Really. I’m shocked he’s lived this long.”

A chill goes down Gordon’s spine. It’s time to leave, fifteen minutes left or not.

“Thank you for letting us in,” he says. “We’ll get out of your hair.”

“One can only hope,” comes the dry response. “Good evening.”

Turning his back on Crane is not a pleasant experience, but Gordon’s hope is that he won’t risk waking Richardson up to come after them. They make it to the door unmolested, but when he turns to close it behind them, Crane is right there.

“Another bit of advice,” he says shortly. “Maybe you’ll take this one: stick to the thick ice.”

The door closes and there’s the heavy snick of the lock inside.

Well. That could have gone much worse.

#banged this out at like 3:30 am and went back to sleep #yeahhhh #ficlet #jonathan crane #kitty richardson #dkr #jim gordon #john blake #scaryverse #crane respects gordon about as much as he does anyone else #which is to say very little

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youcantsaymylastname · 9 months

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

Where did Bane come from? I bet it's Eames.

#arthur/eames #inceptiversary #inception bingo madness 2018 2021 #tdkr #bane #inception #youcantsaymylastname #silliness #mine #wipart #comic #john blake #barsad #black cat #jason todd #duke thomas #tim #oracle

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pedroam-bang · 2 years

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The Dark Knight Rises (2012)

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doctoriletyougotogalaxy · 11 months

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Elizabeth Wayne

The Wayne Family, had 4 members. In the dark night when Mr. and Mrs. Wayne got killed, little baby Miss Wayne was sleeping at home. She grew up with no true friends but her brother.

She was always into martial arts, and medicine. She became a doctor like her father, and she loved helping people. In her teenage times, Bruce wasn't with her, she was always angry and broken to him a little bit because of this.

When he told Alfred and her that he found a way to help Gotham, she immediately went against him. She didn't want to lose any family member ever again, especially because of Gotham. And after Batman got blamed for Harvey Dent's death, although she was sad because Bruce was depressed, she was still happy because he was in safe.

She was never that much angry at anyone else than Bruce, because he caused Alfred's leaving, her father figure's leaving.

After Bane's invasion, Gordon thought she had to hide out in a safe place because Bane was capturing all rich people, and she moved to John Blake's apartment. And she was experiencing the love for the first time in her life.

Months passed and she had to watch his brother blowing up himself, on the bridge, her heart broke into a million pieces.

Later, she was with John, at the bat cave, the place where she tried to heal his brother's wounds after some hard nights of Gotham. A million memories came into her mind and didn't want to accept living the same things again but now with the love of her life. But she didn't have anything to do, sacrificing pieces of her heart for Gotham was her destiny.

#original character #batman #bruce wayne #the dark knight trilogy #nolanverse #john blake #John blake x reader

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random-imagines-blog · 2 years

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Imagine being Bruce Wayne’s sister and hiding out at John Blake’s house.

It had originally been Gordon’s idea to have you stay somewhere safe. You wanted to argue that where you were was safe - you were living with your brother, the Batman, but you couldn’t tell him that, you couldn’t give away Bruce’s secret identity. Not even to the father figure who had been taking care of you all of these years. You were closer to Gordon than you were to Alfred - but you still loved the old man immensely, which was why it hurt to leave. But after you narrowly escaped the board meeting which Bane had taken over, you really did agree that it was time to lay low.

Bane held the city hostage. It was hard to even go out to the grocery stores. But life had to go on and people had to eat and work and make money. John was out there every night while you sat inside and watched the news, unable to take your eyes off of it. You channel searched, looking for any sign of your brother, for Jim Gordon’s recovery after being hurt, any sign at all that this was ending.

Living together was an adjustment. His apartment was small, you could fit the whole thing inside of Wayne Manor, but with that coziness came a sort of comfort. You ate your meals together. You sat together on the couch. You talked - a lot. You helped to tend to any of his wounds and would even help the neighbors out with what you could, giving a false name to them if they asked. Really, using his three in one shampoo-conditioner-bodywash had gotten rid of a lot of the ‘Wayne’ glamour. All of this closeness - it didn’t take too long before you began to feel something.

The first kiss came when he arrived home, dirty, bruised and bloody. The other police officers had gotten trapped. They were all stuck underground and he had been one of the only ones to escape. He had to lay low as well, because if they found anymore cops on the streets, they’d be taken down instantly. After hearing what happened, you were so relieved to see that he was really okay and you showed that by pressing your lips to his. He was just as surprised as you were. The two of you sputtering out awkward apologies.

There was a tension in the air. He went out and brought back Chinese food the next evening. You showed him how to properly use chopsticks, since using a fork on noodles was a travesty. He just couldn’t get it either. You couldn’t stop laughing as chow mein got down his shirt, and all of that thick feeling just evaporated. You two were having fun again. Being close. Finally, he allowed you to just feed him some, the proper way.

“I love you,” He said, his dark eyes on yours. Those three words that everyone loved to hear. Whether it was unexpected or the everyday. You loved to hear it too. And you loved saying it back even more.

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#John Blake #John Blake x reader #John Blake imagines #DC #DC imagines #request #imagines #x reader #johnb

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fulltimecatwitch · 1 month

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DETECTIVE JOHN BLAKE YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS IN MY HEART ❤️

#joseph gordon levitt #i was rewatching last night #and wow #the grip this man had on me #when i was in highschool #john blake #the dark knight rises

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