AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello everyone! Yes, I am writing yet ANOTHER SupermanxBatman fic. I rather enjoyed Shattered, loved Crystal Prison, and after a while I decided I wanted to write another fic along the same lines as those.
First off, let me tip my hat off to Onyxx-09 for giving me permission to use some of her ideas based off her story Unorthodoxed. And before anyone asks, yes, I did give her permission to use a few elements from Shattered.
As always, please enjoy, be polite to each other to avoid crying kittens, and of course welcome to the mad house.
Chapter 1
Power corrupts.
At least, that was the lie he told himself. In order to just feel anything akin to emotion. Most of the days passed away with him gazing out the window. Watching as the cars passed by below. Hoping to see something different down below in those clean streets. Ever since he had become trapped in this prison next to nothing seemed to happen in the world anymore. Down below him people walked with their backs straight. Stiff smiles on their faces as they nodded to each other in greeting.
He knew it was all fake. Of course it was. None of these people had real freedom. Should they so much as complain or mention they didn't like how the world was being run they would be shut down long before they could get a complete thought out. With a sigh he closed his eyes. His forehead pressed to the cold glass as he considered what he meant to do next. How he wished to have a different view. Maybe a quiet lake out in the middle of the woods. Even a view of the ocean for a change of pace.
Shaking his head he pulled away from the glass. There was no use in gazing down at the street. Even if he could just be allowed to leave the building for an hour or so he would have been satisfied. To have another conversation with a human being. Experience the simple pleasure of sharing news with another person other than the one who returned each night. How he missed being home. To not wake up wondering if he would have another bruise on his arm, his back, or even his thighs. Not to wake up in pain any longer.
Getting up from his seat by the window Bruce Wayne walked back into the kitchen. He had been walking from the large kitchen to the living room for the past three hours. Unable to make up his mind about where he wished to stay during the day. He made himself a cup of coffee to help pass the time. He knew he should at least eat breakfast, but he had no appetite. In fact he wondered if he could starve himself. Then shunned the idea as soon as it crossed his mind. No, it would not be worth the extra pain. He would just shove the food down his throat like last time.
Shaking his head Bruce considered his options for entertainment. He could watch another movie on the large screen TV again. However, he had seen each one at least a dozen times. There was nothing on the cable since it was all regulated now. He did enjoy watching the nature documentaries. Those at least were mostly uncensored and actually quite interesting. Lately there had been a trend about preserving the environment and natural resources. Something Bruce knew people were gladly throwing themselves into just for the fact it was a change from the norm. A small escape from the dreary day to day life they were having.
This too Bruce ended up rejecting in the back of his mind. Honestly, there was nothing to do. Other than cook dinner of course. It was only the afternoon though. There was no need to get dinner started so early. Besides, his tormentor would hate to come home to a cold meal. Even if Bruce did heat it back up he knew the man would throw a fit. Wincing at the idea Bruce tried to turn his mind back to other thoughts.
Perhaps he could read a book? No, wait, he had finished his last novel this morning. He didn't look forward to having to re-read yet another book so soon. He had tried to pace himself with this last one. Only to end up finishing it within less than six hours. Well, sitting here staring at the far wall would hardly do to help him. In fact Bruce even entertained the idea of taking a nap on the couch. There was little else for him to do until Kal-El came home.
Still, he did nothing. Leaning against the counter as he slowly finished his coffee. Debating whether he should take the nap. Glancing at the clock Bruce decided he didn't want to risk it. Superman could come home early like he had other days. If he found Bruce napping he would not be pleased.
The hours crept by slowly. Bruce prepared dinner as he usually did. Making a simple lasagna which he tossed into the oven. He made a bowl full of salad to go along with it. Sprinkling parmesan and olive oil on it before mixing it up. He set the bowl back in the refrigerator to chill while he waited for the lasagna to finish.
Why had it come to this? Of all the things that could have happened why this? Bruce mused over his situation, but somewhat belatedly. He come to accept it a long time ago. Oh, sure, in the beginning he had fought back. He had battled the Justice Lords with every ounce of strength he had. Save for the Batman in the Justice Lords universe they had all been against him. If only he had-
Bruce's head snapped up when he heard the elevator door slide open. His mind went into a panic as he quickly stood up. Kal-El walked into the condo. His white cape snapping out behind him naturally as he came in. Bruce felt his throat go dry when he saw the irritated expression on the kryptonian's face. This would not be one of those rare good days he had been hoping for.
"Kal, welcome home." Bruce said forcing his throat to work. Kal-El only glared at him as he walked past him. Obviously pissed off as he headed into the bedroom.
"If I have to deal with one more fucking complaint from them I'm tearing it all down. If they can't handle the job, why did they insist on taking it?!" Kal-El shouted from the bedroom. Bruce kept his face carefully impassive as he heard the man changing. He said nothing as Kal-El walked back into the living room a few minutes later. Dressed in only black sweat plants as he ran an irritated hand through his hair.
"They never listen. Never! I've told Hawk Woman multiple times it could not be avoided. The people need to learn to not only respect us, but fear us! It's the only way to keep the peace." Kal-El snapped at Bruce. Having no choice Bruce nodded along to what the man said. Listening with rapt attention as Superman began to pace clearly still annoyed with what was going on.
"What do you plan on doing about the situation?" Bruce asked. Superman only shook his head disgustedly as he sat down on the couch. Rubbing his temple as he closed his eyes.
"I'm going to stop holding open conferences with the rest of the League. This is getting out of hand, and I have more pressing matters to be concerned with." Kal-El said disgustedly. Bruce nodded his head as he moved around. He silently began to set the table as the alien continued to talk about his day. He had not expected Kal to get home so early. It actually kind of bothered him since the alien tended to be unpredictable during the evenings.
"Bruce, come here." Kal said abruptly drawing the man's attention. Bruce stopped what he was doing and immediately walked over to the stronger man.
Without a word Bruce sat down in Kal's lap. Almost immediately Kal's hands were on him. Slipping up under his shirt as the alien felt him up. Drawing him closer into his embrace as he began to kiss Bruce's neck. Nipping at the delicate skin of his partner's neck. Bruce winced, but wrapped his arms around Kal's shoulders. Pulling him closer as he felt the strong hands moving over his body. The former billionaire closed his eyes and shuddered as he felt one of those hands begin to teak his nipples. The other one falling down to his hip to yank him closer.
"I hate days like these, don't you?" Kal whispered against Bruce's neck. Bruce stared at the wall behind his jailer fighting back the sting of tears.
"Yes, yes I do."
