What you see here is mostly just my venting (a.k.a. stupid life making me take my anger out on poor Clark...), there's some blood and torture involved (nothing graphic though) and a bit of angst? in the last chapter? Yeah, stuff like that... The whole thing is quite short and very much scene-based, but I hope you guys will enjoy it anyway :)
"I won't ask again." growled Batman as he leaned in, looming a threatening shadow over the beaten and bloodied thug. "Where's Luthor?"
"I told you, I-I don't know!" exclaimed the man, almost crying. Horror reflected in his good eye as he held his hands up in a meek gesture of defense. "Honestly, I don't know! He didn't tell me anything, I swear!"
Batman's eyes narrowed. "Who's involved in this operation?"
The man's lips quivered. "Y-you don't understand, I-" He let out a terrified yelp as a gloved hand grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, the Dark Knight's face hovering inches from his.
"Who is it!"
The man gulped audibly. "I-I can't..."
"I'm losing my patience." said the Batman, voice dangerously low.
"T-they're gonna kill me...I can't-"
The other hand curled into a fist and struck out. There was a pained scream and an audible crack as the man's nose broke. Batman shook him violently.
"Who are they!" he demanded.
"S-stop! Please stop!" begged the man, blood gushing from the wound. "I'll tell you everything I know, just stop!"
The fist lowered. "Well?"
"J-Joker. He's working with t-the Joker... They had a deal, exchanged something... I-I don't know anything else! Please!"
The fist rose up, striking him once more. Batman let go of the now-unconscious body and ran towards the exit. If Luthor and Joker had a trade deal involving the destruction of Superman, there was a good chance that kryptonite was in play. He had no time to waste.