Hello everyone I am Knight and this is technically my first batman v Superman story. I saw the movie a couple of days ago, i'm in love with it. One of my favorite parts was the Knightmare scene, Batman's fantastic fights with the troopers, the visuals, the Darkseid/Apokolips references. The 'evil' superman scene. Everything, oh and the Flash cameo that extended from that. What you might not know is that it is widely believed that that nightmare was actually a possible future. One forged when the friendship of Bats and Supes, never comes to pass and someone Clark loves dies...setting up a chain of events that lead to the near destruction of humanity. This future was rewritten when Bruce and Clark become friends and unite against Lex and Doomsday.
This is an attempt by me to explore that possible future, Batman experiences, the metahumans still left, the villains, some off what led to this future's occurrence and perhaps maybe how the Flash went back to warn Bruce?...i dunno someone else already did that story so it might not be needed. Also the extended edition of BvS will be out in the summer, so i might miss some key things because of it, but this is based of my DC knowledge and what happened in the movie. So lets see how this goes.
(note: obvious spoilers in this story)

Disclaimer: Batman/Superman and all characters belong to Jerry Siegal/Joe Shuster/Bob Kane/Bill Finger and DC comics. Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice belongs to Warner bros and DC. I own none of these properties.

Batman v Superman: The Knightmare

Chapter 1: The feeling of powerlessness

Bruce Wayne had Superman right where he wanted him. The god now weakened by Kryptonite had little strength left, he lay on the floor weakened. The vigilante removed his already set spear and slowly walked towards Superman. Now close to him his rage was evident. Ever since the battle of metropolis his every action had been for this moment, this alien, could not be trusted. With his death he would finally do something that mattered, he would have a legacy. He used the spear's properties to cut his cheek. he had made the god bleed. He stamped on Superman's neck, there he was pinned down.

'YOU were never a GOD' Bruce snarled. he rose the spear, ready to piece the alien with the only weapon that could.
'YOU WEREN'T EVEN A MAN' he angrily insulted. with the raised spear, he was ready to do it, ready to kill to defend humanity.
Superman squirmed, not in fear for himself but for somebody else. he tried as best he could to speak, 'PLEASE...YOU'RE LETTING HIM KILL MARTHA...' he pleaded.

Batman froze, with one word his nightmare had returned. he flashed back to that night, the night he could never forget. Where the monster gunned down his parents in cold blood. The pain and anger returned and also confusion. he pressed his foot down further, demanding to know how this false god knew his name. 'what does that mean?' he questioned. 'HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT NAME?!' he demanded, pressing his foot further.

'Find...HIM...SAVE MARTHA' he pleaded. His life seemed to be ebbing away by the second. Batman was even ore angry and confused, the flashes kept coming, constantly reminding him of that night. His rage increased tenfold.
'WHY? WHY DID YOU SAY THAT NAME?!...MARTHA?! WHY DID YOU SAY THAT NAME?!' he angrily and emotionally demanded. He didn't notice Pulitzer winning reporter Lois lane enter the hall. She knelt down next to Superman, in shock at what was happening.
'CLARK?...PLEASE STOP' she cried in anguish,
'WHY DID HE SAY THAT NAME' he demanded again.
'It's his mothers name...HIS MOTHERS NAME' she quickly answered.

The answer hit batman like a brick. He removed his hold on Superman and stepped back away from them. 'Martha? his mother is Martha? we have different mothers but same name...' he thought to himself. he was seeing the alien in a new light. Before he was his enemy, a inhuman god. The mission had been his only priority. But now he realised the truth.
'Joe Chill?!' he thought, remembering the mugger who took his life away from him. 'I was becoming Joe Chill, that monster...if i had killed Superman for my own benefit...i would be no better than that monster...NO, NO WHAT HAVE I DONE' his cruelty diminishing, his humanity was returning. Angrily he tossed away the spear, the alien was more human than he realised. 'he was not scarred for his own life...not pleading to be spared. He wanted me to save Martha, his mother. He was willing to die to save her...not only would i have gone down into that darkness...but Martha would die too'.

Superman told him that Lex wanted him, to kill him otherwise his mother would die. She was running out of time. Lois told them that power was being drained from the city and that it could only be Lex. With this knowledge acquired and Superman recovered he told him to go to the ship to stop Lex. batman stood close to this god, but now he was no god, just a fellow man. Superman places a gentle hand on Bruce's shoulder. 'Find her...please save Martha' he begged. Looking into his eyes he knew what he had to do, he was powerless as a child to save his mother. He was powerless against a god, but never again would he allow another man's mother to die.

Never again would Martha die...

'I promise... Martha won't die'...

Location: Earth, the not too distant future

Batman woke up. He realised he had had another one of his dreams, of the time before...the time before Superman turned on humanity. He sighed getting out of his bed. Looking about the room he saw how grotty and worn down it was. This was no Wayne manor or any Batcave. Just a long abandoned prison complex. The prisoners died or left long ago, no need for prisoners in the apocalypse. It had been accommodated a few weeks ago, a new hideout/base of operations was needed. The last one had been destroyed by the enemy forces, but having planned for this Batman and his men escaped the carnage. Now the resided here, the war on Superman was still ongoing but any form of resistance has had little impact on Kal-El's regime. Batman hoped to change that.

Getting out of the old bed groggily he drank from the nearby canteen of water. the planet was becoming a wasteland and water was more precious than fossil fuels were in the old days. he rubbed his sore, tired and stressed eyes. His sleep patterns had been irregular, some days he hardly slept at all. Unlike before the war, where he had a regular routine, Bruce Wayne by day, vigilante by night, he was now a constant tactician, resistance fighter and dark Knight. usually getting little time to relax. Not that he could relax with his inner demons constantly reminding him of is failures, the death and suffering he has outlived. His failure to destroy Superman, all of this plus the stressful life he had now had led to a further broken state. Now he knew nothing put powerlessness and revenge.

He wore a unshaven stubble, giving off a worn, war veteran look. Couple that with his constant scowled face and Bruce was hardly a well kept man anymore. he started getting his suit on. It was relatively the same suit he wore during he period he was preparing to face Superman for the first time. It is a highly durable Kevlar-titanium weave suit/combat armour. Invulnerable to knives, and small caliber bullets. it is very fireproof. the cowl, neck, boots and gauntlets can deflect, block or absorb small arms rounds and blades. Though it did hold some vulnerability's some areas can be stabbed ,not fatally but enough to cause pain. The suit and cape can protect the wearer from small scale explosions, such as exploding flame thrower tanks.
It was more worn now, scratches and bullet holes littered the suit. Dust and mud gave it a look suited to the landscape. Underneath the suit he wore clothing suited to a desert lifestyle, visible along the neckline. The lower half of his suit remained the same, but was brown coloured to help camouflage efforts. The suit was caked in sand and dust, that keeps on building up every time bat,an goes outside on missions.

He did not wear the cowl just yet, looking in the mirror, he saw how he looked. He saw the torture, the pain, the powerlessness he felt. If helped drive him in missions, staring at what he had become, the dark Knight. little trace of the man before superman's turn remained. he had become even more broken, world weary and cynical. Any morals he once held, except bonds with allies, were relatively gone. Those who stood in his way to destroying Superman...would not stand their very long. He slowly pulled the cowl over his head. His decent into the knight complete. He grabbed and wore his utility belt, his life line, complete with and arsenal of gadgets, weapons and tools to aid in missions. Now complete he headed out his makeshift room. The former rooms and cells of the prison were now homes for batman's followers. It was hardly sanctuary but it was safe for now. As walked through the complex, his men greeted him and he greeted them back. the morning was relatively peaceful, you''d think that the end of the world wasn't happening right now. Batman knew it was a lie, he lost hope a long time ago.

He arrived where he needed to be, the former wardens office. Now it was a war room, maps and files were everywhere the notice boards now where used for investigations and war plans. Targets and who those targets linked to were detailed. Batman was pleased at how quickly it was set up, it was more important than ever to do the job quickly. Especially with Superman's stormtrooper's hunting them. The large main table had map and was used to plan movements, supply runs and strikes. Bruce still missed his Batcomputer, the maps and everything seemed too primitive compared to the multi-purpose super computer. But as a man well versed in many abilities he could manage. There his lieutenants, among other important allies made their plans. The shared their greetings and so the morning report and plans would be made.

'So men give me a run down' batman asked them.
Rob his first lieutenant, answered first, 'Batman sir, last nights supply runners came back safe. More food and water were added to the stockpile. last nights scouts reported Parademon scouts, but they were miles away, our scouts weren't spotted' Rob reported. Batman grunted, taking in the information.
'Good we don't want those bastard alien's finding us. What about Superman's regime, have any been spotted?' he asked, wanting to make sure the bases location wasn't discovered was always top priority.
'The scouts noticed a few of their patrols out west, they followed the regular patrol patterns and the scouts are positive, they were not spotted. We are sure we are secure' he reported. Rob was Bruce's right hand, right from the formation of the Sons of batman. Before the men under Bruce's command were a gang, a cult practically worshiping him. Today they are a strong unit under his command, waging war against a tyrant. They were effectively a family.

'Excellent' Batman commended, 'so if all goes well we our base of operations will be secure, and we are one step closer to taking down this alien tyrant' he sternly revealed. His men cheered at this, even if he was not charismatic his followers were loyal to the core and all believed in Batman's crusade. He analysed the map, noting the placements of troops, enemy locations, advantages etc. Everything in his life was about the mission, the death of Superman is the number one priority. 'What about today' he asked, 'this mornings scouts, what have they reported?' he asked, he had to make absolutely sure they were secure any advantage Superman had could spell their doom.

'Well Bats we sent out five this morning, out west again just as a precaution. Those troopers till posed a threat' one of his men revealed.
Bruce was wary of this, 'You said that like they haven't come back yet...where are they?' he asked.
'Well we sent them out at 0600, on a two hour vigil. it is currently eight thirty, perhaps their is a explanation for this?' Rob queried.
Batman did not like that, he was not taking any chances any problem could be a disaster for them. 'Rob...i'm going after them' he revealed determinedly. the men were shocked they were not used to such determination before, Batman turned to leave.
'But batman, what if something bad happens, like a trap for instance. You might not make it back, think what'll happen to us?' Rob questioned, in a attempt to prevent his leader from committing suicide. he knew tat deep down batman had a death wish.

'Rob those are my men, if Superman gets his hands on them, we might not have a future. I'm going after them...alone' he replied. He left it at that and left the room, heading off to get the rest of his equipment. He cared for his men and he knew that no matter how strong their resolve, Superman would get the information out of them. He could not allow that to happen, not when he was so close to defeating the false god. Arriving at the tactical clothing room, he met Don. Rob's best friend and commander of both the scout parties and the supply runners. One of the most important jobs. Don told Batman where the men's last location of the scout party was, what they had with them, the stats for each member and much more.

Satisfied batman grabbed his trench coat that he used when out in the desert wasteland. It provided extra protection and camouflage, he also grabbed his goggles as eye protection. He pulled it over his cowl and he was now suited for the rescue operation. Don also expressed his worries, which batman shrugged off. he headed to the armory. There he grabbed two pistols, and a couple of clips. He placed them into the holsters on his belt. In the past Batman wouldn't have dared use such weapons, but that was before Superman. he left the armory and headed out to the front entrance, their the prison gates opened allowing him to leave, the bright light and desert was quite blinding, and an appalling site. Looking around he took in the devastation, the destroyed towns and cities, the lifeless wasteland. The remnants of civilization.

His horse was brought up to him, which he mounted. He was also an expert horse rider, the only had horses and only a certain number could ride them. hence why horses were only used when needs be. now knowing where to go he rode off out west. The horse picked up speed, galloping across the wasteland. Batman knew every second counted, he was ready to face whatever danger awaited.

He was ready to be one step closer to losing his powerlessness...and finally destroy a god.

end of chapter one

Thank you all for reading. Yeah it i not action packed just yet, but i wanted to explore some of the history of the knightmare future, via the scene where bats and Supes set aside their differences, and then parallel it to the future where that never happened, more of what exactly happened will be revealed further on in the story, from both Bruce's and Clark's perspectives. I expanded on batman's allies, and seeing as the film took a lt from the dark Knight returns, i figured they would be a version of the sons of batman cult from that novel. i even included the former mutants Don and Rob so some actual Dc characters could be in batman's resistance. No i don't know if a robin or Batgirl etc, lived or not as BvS didn't really tell us. their are rumored of Barbara Gordon being in the Knightmare sequence, but as it is nit confirmed i didn't want to take the risk.
In the next chapter Batman saves the scout party from the Regime's clutches and i explore more of how cruel and broken Batman has become. Also i will attempt to do action scenes, probably nowhere near as awesome as in the movie but i'll try.
Please do review fellow BvS fans, i could use the help. I can take requests for story ideas, or characters perhaps to be used, anything from Darkseid's appearance to Doomsday's return (which may or may not happen anyway)...anything except rude sexual stuff you naughty people, i don't think Batman would be into that stuff when he's busy killing and breaking bones and stuff.

See you next time, same bat time, same bat channel.
(you get it...60's batman TV series reference...no? ok then...sigh)