The Dork Knight Rises

"Get the fuck out of my room!"

"Stop being a baby."

"I am NOT being a baby; I just want you out."

"Why won't you let me see your costume? What's the big deal?"

"Because it's none of your fucking business, get out!"

"I'll show you my costume."

"I don't fucking care what slutty crap you're going to wear."

"Fine, I was just curious what you'd be wearing to that lame Tri Kap party."

With that Tamara turned and walked out of her brother's bedroom. She managed to suppress her smile until she was halfway across the living room that separated their bedrooms.

She knew she probably ought to feel guilty about getting him riled up like that, but he was just so funny when he got all defensive.

The most delicious part was that she already knew what his costume was. He was... surprise surprise, going to be Batman, and his buddy Jake was going to be Bane. He was such a dork sometimes. She really wasn't sure if she could remember a Halloween when he hadn't dressed up as a superhero, well except that year their parents had dressed them as Pebbles and Bam Bam for some inexplicable reason. They hadn't even bothered getting their hair colors right, which deeply offended Tamara's highly refined sense of cosplay etiquette.

In all fairness, Todd's costumes were pretty on point, not up to her standards, but then again who was, she reflected. It was just the lack of creativity. How many times was he going to cycle through the Justice League? So many great characters out there, why limit yourself? Oh, that's right because he was a dork.

On that note, she left the apartment and went to get some lunch.

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Todd relaxed when he heard the front door close.

What was her problem, he wondered for the millionth time. She could be a normal, sane person. A half decent sister most of the time. Then it was off the rails with this need to fuck with him over stupid shit, just trying to get under his skin for no discernable reason. He'd gone as far as tracking it on a calendar, wondering if it was tied to her menstrual cycle, just some crazy hormonal urge to torment her younger brother. After 6 months, he'd realized unless she had the strangest cycle known to woman, that wasn't it.

He'd figured at least he'd escape it when he went off to college, but nope... Mom and Dad had ruined it. They'd pay for an apartment, but only one. He had to admit; it was reasonable on their part. A two bedroom was significantly cheaper than a pair of one bedrooms, or even two dorm rooms. Unfortunately for him, it meant two more years of living with his sister, maybe even three if she screwed around and decided to take a victory lap.

Fuck all that, he thought as he got off the bed, and grabbed his keys and phone. He'd head over to Jake's place so they could finish their costumes. He was going to be a kick ass Batman, and Jake's Bane outfit was coming along nicely. But he wanted to get it perfect, and it was only two days until the party. They were going to go to the Tri Kap party and have a great time. Tamara could dress as whatever slutty character she wanted and have fun at whatever party she wanted. It wasn't his problem, and he didn't really care.

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"Please tell me you're kidding?" Tamara said, trying to keep her voice even.

"I wish I was," Kenzie answered, the dejection clear in her voice.

"So, what do you want to do?"

"I don't want to do anything, I'm going to stay home, sit on the couch, eat ice cream and watch Hocus Pocus."

"Well, I guess I am too then," Tamara said.

"No, no you are not," Kenzie replied, "this is your favorite day of the year, and you aren't going to miss out because Dylan is an asshole."

"I can't bail on my bestie after a break up."

"You aren't bailing, you're going to go have fun, come back here after the party, and we'll find somewhere to have brunch and you can nurse me through a break up then."

"I couldn't."

"You missing out will make me feel worse."

"You're.... you're sure?" Tamara said hesitantly.

"Of course, I am. You worked way too hard on that costume not to wear it."

"There's always the next Con..."

"You can't sit on a costume like that. Plus, you'll be working on another one and it will drive you crazy."

"I could always..."

"Stop making excuses," Kenzie said, cutting her off.

"What about your costume?"

"I can wear that to the next Con. Some of us aren't compulsive about these things."

Tamara regarded her friend for a moment, then gave her a hug.

"I'm so sorry about things with Dylan."

"Me too... but I'll get over it... ice cream helps."

"Rocky road is the path to happiness."

"Or at least acceptance."

"We must have gone through four or five gallons when I broke up with Tyler," Tamara recalled.

"My fit bit surged that month, trying to work it all off."

"Let's not go quite as crazy this time, I must have run out three pairs of shoes."

"Deal," Kenzie said, giving her friend one last squeeze before letting her go.

"You're sure?"

"Go get your costume on, have fun, see you later tonight."

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She drove home, wondering what to do. The last thing she was interested in was going to a party where Dylan was going to be. There was no shortage of parties she could crash. No one turned away a girl from a party, on or off campus.

The idea struck her as she unlocked the apartment door, she could spend the night messing with Todd. She knew where he was going to be, and what he was going to be wearing. He had no idea what she was wearing, would never expect her to be at that party, and had no chance of recognizing her in her costume. But her voice... how to disguise that...

"Aa'll just feyk an accent, it be nee bother at aall," she said in her best Geordie accent. She'd spent hours practicing it for a play her Freshman year and it was finally going to be useful.

"Alreet? Meg. From Blyth up Northumberland way. Am an exchange student from Newcastle University, aa'm just here for a semester."

Her accent was far from perfect she knew, but between the noise of the party, Todd's tin ear, and a few drinks, it ought to pass.

She took a quick shower, then wrapped in a towel, she started to prepare her costume.

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"I'm pretty sure she's checking me out," Jake said.

"Who?" Todd asked, as he took another drink of his beer and scanned the area again.

They were in the backyard of the Tri-Kap house, along with 40 or so other people, drinking, talking, and generally having a good time.

"Try and play it cool for once, but over there talking to the werewolf next to the bar."

"The one with the pink hair?"

"Yeah, I think she keeps looking over here, I can't tell with that weird mask," Jake admitted.

"Who is she supposed to be?" Todd asked.

"No clue, I'm guessing some anime thing, but I'm clueless about that stuff. Don't you go to those conventions with your sister?"

"Not anymore... our parent's dragged me to them when we were kids. I just checked out the hot chicks."

"Well, she definitely looks like a hot chick."

They both tried to discreetly admire the girl's figure. She was wearing pink platform shoes, leading to black and white striped stockings that ended at mid-thigh, showing off a set of legs both men approved of. There were a few inches of skin exposed between top of the stockings and the pleated skirt. It was white, with a pink frilled him, with a black square pattern over the fabric. The way it flared out, it barely covered her bottom. There was another band of exposed flesh, the white top was cropped, exposing her stomach. It featured a black sailor collar, accented by a pink neckerchief that matched the color of her hair. It was short sleeved, but she was wearing some sort of sleeve, again white with pink trim that started at her elbows and ran to her wrists. The pair could have written the outfit off as some stylized sexy school girl thing if it hadn't been for her mask. It was white, with a blue frame and completely covered her face. It was some kind of digital display, On it were eyes and a mouth in pink, but it had the look of an old 8-bit attempt at a face. It was attached to a pair of headphones, black and white with cat ears, matching the long black cat tail that was protruding from under her skirt. As the pair watched the expression on the mask changed, and the tail began to swish.

"She's got a great rack, that's for sure," Todd commented.

The girl started to turn their way and they both pretended to be looking across the yard in another direction.

They had just worked up the courage to take another look when they heard a female voice.

"Alreet?"

They turned to see the costumed girl standing a few feet away, drink in hand.

"Ye must be Batman, and who are ye?"

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Tamara grinned behind her mask as the pair looked at her, still surprised she'd approached them. This was going to be fun she thought.

"You may call me Bane. I am the necessary evil that will cleanse this city of its weakness," he said in a very solid impression of Bane's voice that rather impressed Tamara.

"She's not part of this, and you don't decide what is necessary," Batman growled in an equally impressive imitation of Christian Bale's Batman voice.

"Proper canny that," she responded.

"Who are you?" Bane asked, still keeping that distinctive rhythmic, deliberate pacing Tom Hardy made famous.

"Rina Tennoji," she answered, discreetly tapping the button hidden under her left sleeve that changed the face on the mask to a smile.

"And for real?" Batman asked, keeping the voice but dropping the character.

"Alreet? Meg. From Blyth up Northumberland way. Am an exchange student from Newcastle University, aa'm just here for a semester," Tamara responded.

"Where is that?" Bane asked.

"Right, so yez knwa England, aye? Like, where London and Big Ben is. Well, ye gan right up t'other end--past all that posh stuff--fairly fleein' up north, nearly touchin' Scotland.

We're in Northumberland, roond aboot twenty mile north o' Newcastle. Ye knwa Newcastle, dinna ye? The Geordies? Howay the lads! Black and white stripes? Nae? Well, think o' a proper industrial toon right on the coast where the River Blyth meets the North Sea.

It's proper bonny if ye knwa where to leuk, mind. Used ter be massive for shippin' coal and buildin' ships, but noo we've got that gurt big wind turbine stickin' oot o' the pier that ye can see frae miles off. Plus, we had Sirivven Ridley--the inventor o' the gas lamp!

So aye, away ower the pond frae yersels, right up in the northeast neuk o' England, past Newcastle, lookin' oot at freezin' cold waves. That's us!"

"Very cool," Batman answered although he wasn't sure if he'd understood half of it, "I love your accent."

"Aw, cheers pet! Glad somebody appreciates it. Though to be fair, I could listen to you two talk all day too--fancy a gannin' for a pint and a proper chat?"

"Of course," Bane said, "Can I get you a drink?"

"A'llalav a dack-uh-ree!" Tamara replied.

The men looked at each other, and by some unspoken agreement, Batman headed for the bar.

Tamara had rigged a way to get a straw under the mask, and she sipped her drink as they talked. It was strangely exciting, she'd created a whole backstory for Meg, that added to the costume made her feel like a whole different person. She could do anything she wanted tonight; she was completely anonymous. Her plan had been to flirt with Todd just enough to keep him on the hook until things got late, denying him the chance to meet anyone else. But now... she was dividing her attention between the two of them. But something about Bane... well... she'd never had a casual tryst at a party before, why not tonight? Tamara would never do such a thing... but that Meg... she was a saucy wench, wasn't she?

The night wore on, they'd all had a few more drinks, and it was nearing the time she'd planned to leave when Bane excused himself to go to the bathroom.

She turned to Batman.

"Right then, pet. I'm just gan for a slash--don't gan nickin' me drink while I'm out, or I'll give ye a proper radgie rattle."

Handing him what was left of her drink she followed Bane towards the row of portable toilets set up on the edge of the yard. When she caught up, she took his hand, pulling him back towards the house. She went slowly, visibility in the mask was terrible. She considered herself lucky to have spotted Jake and Todd when she did. Finding anyone in a crowd with her limited visibility would have been near impossible. They went inside, and he followed her up the stairs. The door at the top had a cypher lock, she tapped in a four-digit code and a green light indicated it had unlocked. Kenzie had dated a Tri Kap when they were freshmen, and she'd gambled the kind of people who use their house number as a combination weren't the kind that changed it often. Through the door was a long hallway, bedrooms on either side. She reached the first bathroom and knocked. When there was no answer, she let herself in, leaving Bane in the hall.

She took care of her own business, then cleaned up. She took the mask off for a moment, adjusting it, then tried rotating it back on her head. She hadn't planned on this when she'd designed it, or she might have worked a hinge of some sort in. Satisfied it was going to work; she put it back on properly and went back into the hall. She gestured towards the door and Bane obediently went inside. While she waited Dracula came out of one of the bedrooms, looked her over for a second, then headed back downstairs.

The door knob started to turn, and her heart raced, this was it, the moment. As soon as the door was open far enough, she pushed in, forcing a startled Bane to take a few steps backwards. Tamara locked the door, turned off the lights, then dropped to her knees in front of him. It took a moment to open the belt, then pants. She pulled them down, exposing his boxers, and her hand went in through the fly, finding a rapidly hardening cock. It emerged through the fly, and she wrapped a hand around it.

Jake had a nice cock she found herself thinking as she looked at it in the dim light coming in through the window and began to stroke it. She found it incredibly arousing knowing she was going to suck her brother's best friend's cock, and he'd never know it. She carefully rotated the mask up, the headband slipping down to her neck, holding it steady, and still blocking his view of her. She licked the head of his cock and he let out a little moan. Her tongue swirled around the tip as her hand stroked the shaft, then she took him into her mouth. Her left hand began fondling his balls as the right stroked the length his shaft that wasn't in her mouth. She bobbed up and down on him for several minutes, even in the dim light she could see that he'd spent a little time manscaping, and she decided to show her appreciation. Allowing his cock to spring free, she leaned in and gave his balls a playful lick.

"Oh, Yes," he said, still affecting the Bane voice.

Stroking the cock, she continued playing with his balls, kissing, licking, and sucking on them.

Meg, you are such a naughty girl she thought as she took the head of his cock back into her mouth. She began bobbing up and down on it, and was rewarded a few minutes later as he let out a grunt and came. Swallowing it all, she lowered her mask back into place before getting back to her feet. As she did Bane's hands settled on her waist, then began to turn her around. She watched in the mirror as his hands ran up the back of her legs, under her skirt, caressing her ass for a moment. Then it was his turn to kneel. He lifted her skirt, then slid her panties down. Tamara leaned forward, resting her elbows on the sink, feeling his hands roam over her bare ass. He stopped for a moment, then they were back, a hand on each cheek, giving her a firm but still gentle squeeze before spreading them. She let out a squeal as the tip of his tongue found her anus. She fought to steady herself; no one had ever done that to her before and the sensation was incredible. It was almost a disappointment when he moved down, his tongue running over the entrance to her vagina, then another wave of pleasure as it found her clit. All the while his hands continued to massaging her ass. Her orgasm arrived, and she had to stifle the urge to cry out, which made it all the more intense.

She slumped forward, letting the sink support her, eyes closed as she caught her breath, and Bane released her ass.

Then the hands were back, she opened her eyes to see Bane standing behind her, moving closer. She felt the tip of his cock pressing against her. He pressed forward and it slid inside, filling her. His hands took hold of her hips and he began to thrust. A slow steady rhythm at first. Then harder, faster, doing a little waggle with his hips as he thrust forward that hit the perfect spot.

God, Jake knows how to fuck, never would have expected that she thought as he continued driving into her.

"Pull up your blouse," Bane ordered.

Almost without thinking she obeyed, pulling the blouse up, freeing her breasts, letting them swing free as his thrusts shook her. She could see he was watching them in the mirror.

"Yes, very good," he said, and Tamara continued to be impressed he maintained the voice.

His grip tightened on her hips.

"Yes...." He moaned as he buried himself inside her and held on. She felt his body shake as he came inside her.

Bane held her close, and she felt his cock slowly soften inside her, then he stepped back. Tamara straightened up and turned, watching as he tucked his now limp cock back into his pants.

"Giz me a minute to fresh'-up, pet, An' can ya git me an'other drink?" she said, gesturing towards the door.

"Yes, of course."

She locked the door behind him and quickly freshened up. Back out in the hall she went by a pretty passable Deadpool leading a sexy nurse into a bedroom. She went out the front door, heading to her car as quickly as she felt safe with the mask obstructing her vision.

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She let herself into the house and could hear Hocus Pocus 2 playing from the living room.

"I'm going to take a shower," she called out

"Go right ahead," Kenzie responded from the other room.

She quickly showered; put on the pajamas she'd brought over and carefully packed the costume away in her bag.

"How was the party?"

"It was good."

"Find any cute guys?"

"Of course not, but it was still fun."

"I'm glad you went."

She leaned against her friend.

"Me too."

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It was late in the afternoon and Todd was laying back on the couch playing Mario Kart when his sister walked into the apartment.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," she replied before walking back into her room and dropping her bag off.

"So, how was your party?" she asked with that infuriating smirk on her face.

"It was amazing," he responded with a broad smile as he paused his game.

"Really now?" she asked, still smirking.

"The evening was... remarkable. The company, the libation, the music, each element served its purpose with admirable precision. I found myself... at ease. A rare occurrence. Let us not stand on ceremony. I enjoyed it. The fire rose within me. And for the first time in a considerable period... I felt no need to break anything," he announced in a strange voice.

"What... what... was that?"

"You do not approve of my voice?"

"Why are you doing that?"

"You will want a name. I understand the need. But a name is a small thing, a key to a small door. I am not a man who was born, broke, and was rebuilt. I am the breaking. I am the thing that enters the room and the room knows. You have been supplied with false idols to keep you comfortable. I am not one of them. I am not a riddle. I am not a mask for your amusement. I am the reckoning you have been postponing. The fire rises. And I... am the hand that struck the match."

"Now you're just being weird."

Todd broke out into a laugh and returned to his normal voice.

"I went to the party as Bane."

"You... were... Bane?"

"Yeah, I was going to go as Batman, but we were over at Jake's house, getting ready, messing around. We were doing the voices, we had a bet going, first one to use their normal voice lost. His dad heard us, asked us to try the other voice. Turns out I do a better Bane and Jake does a better Batman. So, we switched costumes. Totally worked out for me too."

"How's that?" Tamara managed feeling unsteady on her feet.

Todd saw her discomfort and pressed in, time to get a little payback for her teasing he thought. He'd see how uncomfortable he could make his prudish sister.

"We met this hot chick, from somewhere in England. I guess she was into bad boys. We ended up in a bathroom together. Got the best blowjob of my life."

Todd fought back the urge to laugh as his sister went pale.

"Then I bent her over the sink and left her with a nice cream pie. The only shitty part was she went all Cinderella on me and disappeared. Too bad... she had some amazing tits, and I never got the chance to play with them."

Subconsciously Tamara's arms moved to cover her breasts as Todd continued.

"But based on the way they were swinging I bet they were perfect. What about you? How was your party?"

"I... uhh.... Ended up not going to one. Kenzie and Dylan broke up, so we just vegged."

"So, you're saying Kenzie is back on the market?"

With that Tamara ran back into her room, Todd was laughing as he turned his attention back to the TV and resumed his game.