HELLO WORLD. My mum told me to write a short story in about ten fifteen minutes to see how I do, and I couldn't think of anything. Then I remembered - after watching this movie the other day, my feels were strong. So why not, eh?
Disclaimer: I own nothing, besides, I love Marvel so much more than DC so yeah... no offence to DC, but Marvel is my absolute bae
It was common knowledge that Batman hated the Kryptonian. Observers would say it was a common rivalry issue. After all, they were both 'protectors' of their respective cities, but the methods used where starkly different. For example, Batman, bringer of justice, brought down terror upon the wrongdoers of Gotham, a method that he himself thought was effective enough to petrify anyone from attempting evil under his watchful eye. It was much better than the other superhero's way, anyway. Superman (of all names, Superman? The name was quite boastful, in his opinion) had resorted to simply saving innocents and leaving the dirty work to the cops (he probably thought it was sully his perfect reputation). So what if the alien was powerful? Surely, he was much too powerful. If he felt like it, he could destroy the Earth without breaking a sweat – that is, if aliens sweat in the first place. And as he had said before, if there was the slightest chance that he would turn against mankind, he should be destroyed, or at the very least banished from the planet. But no, that wasn't why Bruce Wayne felt such a strong aversion to the other being.
One reason was Martha. Martha Wayne. Martha Kent. Who would've thought? Could he be forgiven for not realising that Clark Kent was much more than a monster, was an actual being with emotions and family until he said his mother's name? Perhaps not. It didn't matter, after all. Clark was dead. Superman was dead. Forgiveness had never been on the agenda, anyways. He was dead. But how could he just die like that? He had a caring mother, loving almost-fiancée and many, many more friends and admirers than himself. He supposed, above all, that he was jealous of Superman. Who would have thought? The rich multi-millionaire, genius and playboy, jealous of the alien he had always held in such disregard and derision. Funny. Clark had a family, Bruce didn't. Batman had no one who loved him for himself rather than his possessions. Superman had the fiercely protective Lois Lane. Bruce had money, Clark did not. Money wasn't important though, not without family. Not without friends. Not without anyone to soothe him from the nightmares he had. But that was okay. He knew that Superman was a better person, a better hero than him. Batman respected the other, albeit grudgingly. Maybe that was where his dislike had stemmed from originally. No matter if one had all the riches in the world, they would mean nothing with nobody by his side.
AAAAAND, DONE! Feedback would be great, thanks :)