Controlling,
Possessive,
Power,
When it comes down to it, everyone wants to be in control, to have power, and even to use that power over someone else to show dominance. It's in our DNA, a trait some believed to be passed down from generation to generation, though the urge to want to control can be increased or decreased depending on nurture and environment.
Bruce was never raised in a demanding house hold, when his parents were alive they did their best to show him that even though they lived richly, they were by far not snobs as were depicted in movies and television programs. He was taught that everyone was equal, from the richest of rich, to the poorest of poor. That everyone deserved to be treated with dignity and respect. But after their deaths it was as if all their teachings went out the window, and the cold slowly began to creep into his heart. Throughout his touring of the world Bruce learned what power truly was, learned how he could manipulate others with a flash of a smile, or a slide of the hand, and the taste of power was something he found hard to resist. It slowly became an itch that needed to be constantly scratched.
Foreign woman, street workers, news media, they were all easy to control, and he found himself more and more in their company, dazzling them with expensive wine and food, making many a woman give him their hearts, only to smash it to pieces after he was done with them. It was a cycle really, a different woman every week, an affair here and there, it made him feel in control, as if for once he could finally be the master of Gotham. And it only got worse as he dawned the cowl of Batman, becoming the very creature of the night that his parents were trying so hard to keep him from becoming. Though Batman watched over Gotham and protected it and it's morals, he also used the power to his advantage, scaring many a villain into submission at times, even going as far as forcefully coercing men in power to do as he wanted. He became the dark shadow that haunted Gotham, not the Joker, him. Each night stalking the streets for his 'prey' of some small time crooks, waiting to pounce and bring them in, only after he broke a few bones that is.
And slowly, as most heroes do, Bruce had finally joined the Justice League as one of the founders, something he denied on most occasions. But secretly it made him happy, happy to know that he held the strings on most of the world's strongest men and women. That he could send them to their deaths or send them to victory in battle by strategizing their fate. He held files on each of them, all containing their identities, weaknesses, powers, and how to eliminate them if they ever crossed him or deemed too big a threat to the rest of the world.
Most of the members from the League trusted him full heartedly, never once questioning his motive, barely complaining when they lost a comrade or was hurt. If Batman wanted something bad enough he got it. Many members were seduced by his dark charm; shockingly a few of them were the straightest males you could ever find. Flash, Green Lantern Kyle, and Green Arrow to name a few. He had all the women wrapped around his fingers, and the males all wanted to be in his good graces. But there was one member that irritated- no, irritation was minor in what he felt, this one member truly pissed him off, pushing him to the brink of wanting nothing more than to pound him into submission. He tried all his tricks, going as far as to being 'nice' to him. But for some reason that was unknown to him, the Man of Steel did not take to any of his advances, nor did his threats cause him to cower in fears like it did to Wild Cat or Superboy.
Just the thought of his smiling face made Bruce mad. This alien was living the good life while he was trying to play god to fill the void that was in his life, one he knew he could never truly fill. It wasn't fair, he shouldn't have even been brought to this planet yet there he sat, up by Wonder Woman and Flash and the rest of them, smiling down at the cameras while he spoke to the United Nations. Batman did his best to look uncaring as the alien to his right spoke cheerfully about the situation dispersing over the left hemisphere. But underneath the table, and hidden by his back cape he was forming a tight fist. He wanted nothing more than to throw Superman over the table and force him to submit both physically and mentally, to hear him scream out that he was Lord and Master over his pathetic body. Though Bruce couldn't deny that for an alien, he did have a very nice physique, his muscles rippling, his skin as smooth and clear as child's, and his eyes were as blue as the heavenly skies above.
That more than anything made him want to destroy him, no one should be that pure. He watched in disgust as Superman stood up, bowing politely to the Minister of Japan before turning off the camera feed, turning around to give the Founders a bright sickening smile, announcing their job well done before closing the meeting.
"Superman, wait up." Batman barely spoke in the presence of the others, his ability to seduce and manipulate worked better when he was doing it one on one, but he was fed up with waiting, he was going to humiliate the Man of Steel and show him that he wasn't any better than the scum found on his boot.
" Batman, hello." Superman's eyes closed slightly as he smiled at him, warmth radiating from his solar charged body. "What can I do for you?"
"Watch deck. Now." Batman didn't wait for a reply, leaving the room before anyone could question on why he needed to speak with the Man of Steel. He smirked to himself as he pulled out a small bat shaped tracker from his belt, he was going to once and for all find out who the man was behind the cape, and when he did, he was going to humiliate him till he begged to be locked away in the cave. Which he would allow, but not until he made him realize that he was something that should be, and could be destroyed. He could barely hold back a smirk that flickered on his lips, thinking about all the ways he could humiliate him. There was one idea he had kicking around for a while and he would be damned if he didn't get the chance to do it.
"What did you need to talk about?" Superman stood before him, cape wrapped around his shoulders, hiding his 'S', the accursed spit curl in the middle of his forehead once again.
"First off, cut that curl of yours, it makes you look like a boy scout." He all but mocked him, walking over to him, standing to full height, as he placed his shoulders back. "Secondly I want to know what the hell you think you are doing talking to the United Nations like that. You are not a citizen of the United States; you are an alien, technically illegal immigrant. So stop acting like you are one of us." His lips threatened to twitch up in a smirk when he saw the look of confused pain run through Superman's eyes, though quickly being replaced with his usual carefree happiness.
"Batman, I am a citizen as much as anyone else, I protect the planet and all who inhabit it. Is being born here such a big deal?" He looked upon the man dressed in black, a shiver running down as the white eyes of his cowl slitted. "Tell me Batman, why can't you and I just work together and get along? Is it that hard to be at least somewhat approachable? You talk to everyone else but when it comes to Martian Man Hunter and I, you treat us like the plague."
Batman shook his head, already annoyed that this creature was trying to talk him into thinking they were equals. They were not equals, and eventually he would make him see that. But until then he had to play 'nice', and god was he going to take it out on him later. "You are right Superman; I have been acting a bit harsh." He lied smoothly, his voice like velvet. "It's not fair that I treat you differently than the rest of us humans." He clapped his hand on the others shoulder, slipping the tracker onto his neck, knowing the nano-nites will be absorbed into his skin in the matter of seconds.
Superman blinked in shock, his pupils wide as he felt the other touch him for the first time. "Thank you…"
"No, thank you." Batman sneered, pushing past him, all but vanishing from the room by the time Superman turned around to look at him. A shiver ran down the Man of Steels spine as he saw the ends of his cape disappear, something about the way he spoke made him nervous. Though perhaps ignorance is bliss, for if he did know what Bruce had in store for him he would be half way across the galaxy with no plans on returning.