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cybertied · 3 days
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tied up park ranger
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green-eyedfirework · 16 hours
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“You’re not Ra’s al Ghul,” the figure noted.
“I know.”
“How about,” his throat was dry and his words raspy, “I promise not to scream if you toss me the keys.”
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“Why didn’t you try and kill the bastard, instead of getting your fool head cracked open on the stones?”
Dick turns to shoot the assassin a quicksilver, insincere smile.  “How'd you think I got chained to the bed?”
~#~
“You know,” Dick said, exhaustion tugging at him, “There’s nothing stopping me from warning Ra’s the moment he walks through the door.”
“I could kill you as soon as I heard footsteps,” the assassin remarks, unconcerned, “Snap that pretty little neck.  By the time he can tell the difference, he’ll be too close to escape.”
Fuck.
“Or, you can promise to keep that mouth shut, and I’ll unlock you when I’m done.”  Dick shifts to stare at the assassin.  “Don’t tell me you have any love lost for Ra’s al Ghul.”
~#~
“The Light sends their regards,” the assassin says quietly, and Dick goes very, very still.
“Everything alright?” the assassin asks as he does what he promised and unchains Dick.  Dick warily sidles off the bed, away from the dead body.  “You seem a little tense.”
“I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?” the assassin looks up at him, pinning him in place with that one mercilessly blue eye, “Prince Richard?”
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“What’s the catch?”
“No catch,” Slade shrugs, “I’m a hunter, little bird.  I enjoy the thrill of the chase, stalking my prey as they stumble and falter and finally collapse, mired in the despair of their inevitable capture.”
That smile looks almost wolf-like.
~#~
The weight of hips flush with his own is what makes him freeze, heart rate spiking, his mouth going dry as he braces himself for pain, as panic and dread swirl together in his stomach, no please no having long since gone soundless, there was no point begging if it was never heeded—
The weight disappears.
“I’m not going to rape you, kid.”
It takes Dick a long, fumbling moment to brace his hands against the ground and push himself up.  Slade is back on the other side of the fire, sharpening his knife and glancing idly at Dick.
“And—” his voice sounds like he gargled seawater, “And I’m supposed to take your word for it?”
“I haven’t lied to you so far.”
“You said you’d let me go.”
“No, I said I’d unlock your chains, and I did.  I said I’d kill Ra’s al Ghul, and I did.  I said I’d catch you if you ran, and I did.”
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“So how did the Crown Prince of Gotham end up a prisoner of Ra’s al Ghul?”
“Talia al Ghul,” Dick says quietly, “She broke from her father and fled to Gotham and my father married her.  And Ra’s decided that if Bruce stole his daughter and heir, he would do the same.”  Dick remembers that first spike of panic, past fear, past snarling rage, when Ra’s forced him down and fingers fumbled at his belt.  “And if Bruce took his daughter to bed, then he’d do the same to me.”
“I highly doubt that Lady Wayne is locked up in a tower and chained to a bed.”
“Lady Wayne didn’t try to kill Bruce at least three times.”  Dick pauses, and considers what he knows of his stepmother.  “Probably.”
~#~
Dick stares up at the furious assassin looming over him, and knows that this isn’t a fight he can win.  He’s still breathing through the injuries he got from the gang, and all he can do is curl up and try to survive Slade’s rage.
The cocoon of blankness is waiting like an old friend, and Dick sinks gratefully into it, withdrawing from his body, from the existing pains and what will soon be done to it, and hoping that he still has one to come back to.  For now, he drifts in the fog, untethered and alone.
There are fingers on his jaw, moving his head, a narrowed blue eye filling his vision.  “This a trick you learned with Ra’s?” the voice asks.
“What?” Dick says.  Slurs.  It’s all the same.
“Going away.”
Dick hums an affirmative.  He wouldn’t have survived Ra’s if he couldn’t...disconnect when he had to.  Ra’s didn’t care.
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Arthouse Muppets
The Prisoner featuring Fozzie, Statler And Waldorf
Art by Bruce McCorkindale
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wwwjam · 6 months
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I really, really like Slay the Princess.
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prisoner9494 · 3 months
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perp walked at Franklin County Jail
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henk-heijmans · 4 months
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Buchenwald concentration camp, April 1945 - by Margaret Bourke-White (1904 - 1971), American
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one-time-i-dreamt · 2 months
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I was running around on a farm somewhere and we were keeping prisoners behind a three-foot wooden fence but they refused to go near it for fear of Rogelio and also I was queen of the squirrels.
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oldschoolfrp · 2 months
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OD&D and AD&D 1e had special rules for subduing dragons in combat so they could be sold, making the dragon itself potentially more valuable than its hoard (Clyde Duensing III, Dragon 134, June 1988)
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illustratus · 24 days
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Oliver Cromwell Questioning a Prisoner by Ernest Crofts
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cybertied · 23 hours
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batman bound and ball gagged ai generated image
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theworldatwar · 18 days
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German soldiers captured by US soldiers at Coutances, France 1944
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yellowbrickramble · 3 months
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Okay, I know there's a lot of drama happening on this page right now, but i want y'all to take a minute to appreciate how cute it is that Logan's outfit matches Ozma's outfit.
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inmate62763 · 1 month
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You ain't going anywhere!
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saffitaffi · 6 months
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I love how incredibly dead inside The Prisoner looks when the player first enters lol she’s like ‘ugh not this guy again’
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