A/N: Ello everybody, I'm back with a new story in the BvS category! With all the hype for the new upcoming Justice League movie, I was inspired to write a new story. I was surprised by the overwhelming response I received from my other fanfic, Captivated by Darkness so I do have plans to update that soon as well. For a while now I thought it would be cool to have a Superman love interest story too, and came up with this idea inspired by the recent Injustice 2 game which I haven't played, but I've been watching videos on it. Also got inspired by the Knightmare scene in the movie. I don't know if the BvS category on fanfiction is dead yet or not lmao but I wanted to upload this up since I got the idea. This is only just the prologue.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the DC characters, only mine.

(If you wanted to know, the girl on the cover page is Bridget Satterlee, who I picture Honora as. The rest of the cast are the same as the movie.)

In the middle of a godforsaken desert wasteland that the area had now been reduced to, nothing could be seen for miles except for an isolated compound and a massive alien spaceship hiding in a mass of gray clumps of clouds up in the sky. Most of the buildings and cities have been destroyed to rubble and were now inhabited by some sort of alien creatures - in other words, ones belonging to Darkseid.

Bruce Wayne took off his hood and entered the compound which served as a form of safe house for some of his comrades along with a few members of the League who were on his side against this new dark 'dictatorship' that Superman in his rage created.

After the compound doors opened, there was another set of doors behind it for further security. Bruce quickly typed in the passcode before unlocking the remaining doors and walking inside the building.

As he walked in, some of his men that had been injured were being tended to by a few doctors they had managed to save along with other civilians that got caught up in Darkseid's mess. He glanced over at Diana who had been consulting the frightened civilians. This was one of the many times he was glad to have the Amazonian princess around.

"Bruce."

At the sound of his name, Bruce turned around to see his fellow League member Cyborg approach him.

Bruce held an inhale before furrowing his eyebrows in a serious yet slight concerned manner.

"Did you get her yet?"

"We have her now."

The door of the interrogation room abruptly opened and Bruce turned his attention towards Cyborg bringing inside a young woman who was currently struggling to break free of her captors. Her wrists were currently tied and she gave out muffled protests under the sack that had been placed over her head.

Cyborg sat her down on the other end of the table before pulling the sack off her head and taking the handkerchief gag out of her mouth.

"What the hell-" She was immediately prepared to lash out at whoever brought her here, but soon found herself speechless as she found herself staring straight at none other than the dark knight of Gotham himself. Her gaze suddenly left his dark orbs as she glanced around the room to see nothing but a table and a large glass window some people might be looking through no doubt even though she couldn't see them.

"I know we might not have properly been introduced yet but I've heard a lot about you, Honora. And I believe you can help us." Bruce's deep distorted voice inquired from within his cowl.

She merely blinked at him and leaned back against her chair, not sure wether she should feel more at ease now that she knew who her captors were or even more frustrated that they were making demands of her when she still had no idea what was going on.

"I've heard a lot about you too, Batman. Of course, everyone does. They tell me you're real smart. One of the smartest people on the planet apparently. So tell me if you're so smart, why would you think I'd help you with anything - assuming I even could, after you've I don't know, sent the Terminator here - no offense," She gave a sideways glance at Cyborg to which he replied with a shrug. "To kidnap me against my own free will and drag me to your impressive little hideout you've got here?"

Cyborg stifled an amused snort. "This girl's got some spunk, I'll give her that."

"You can leave if you want. It isn't my intention to keep you hostage here. I only brought you here because I think you can help us with something," Batman carefully interjected, his eyes narrowing.

"What makes you think I can help you? I don't have anything you want."

"No. But you did have relations with Superman."

Honora immediately went quiet at the sound of that name, and suddenly the entire room fell into a pregnant pause. After several moments of silence, she softly cleared her throat and glanced down at the floor. "I might have, but not anymore."

"Do you know why he's so angry then?" Batman questioned. Of course he knew the answer, but he just wanted to hear it from her. He needed to know how close these relations she had with Clark really were.

Another pause in the room followed, before Honora finally took her gaze off the floor to stare dead straight into Bruce's regretful eyes.

"You let the woman he loved die." She softly uttered, barely above a whisper.

Bruce remained silent, sitting in his chair without even batting an eye. Even if he had suddenly felt sick to his stomach all over again, a part of him believing that Clark's downfall and destruction upon humanity was his fault.

The other League members who were watching their conversation from behind the glass stood in an uncomfortable silence.

Honora didn't want to say her name. She had heard it far too many times. Whenever Clark would toss and turn in his sleep constantly tormented by nightmares, always muttering that name.

Lois.

"I think you can help us because I believe you're the only one who has a chance in making him see any shred of good that might still be left in him," Bruce suddenly spoke, interrupting the silence.

Honora shook her head in disbelief. She had to force herself to keep from smiling or laughing. "You think I would have any effect on him?" She spoke out loud, incredulous. "Even if I did, he hates me now anyways."

"You can't give up without trying. Just look at all the destruction he's caused outside. To people. Don't you want to stop this?" Bruce glared.

Honora abruptly stood up from her seat, her gaze flared with anger. "This is crazy. There's no way I would go out into that shitstorm those aliens caused! This isn't my fight! I just want to go home!" She yelled out in frustration, her eyes now close to the brink of tears. She turned and raised her tied wrists towards Cyborg. "I don't want to be here anymore, please."

Once Cyborg released her hands free, she opened the door and ran out of the room but Bruce quickly stood up from the chair in attempt to follow her.

The door suddenly opened and Diana came in after watching the small outburst from the other side of the glass. "Bruce, no. Just give her some space."

Bruce stopped across the room halfway, heading Diana's request. He merely sighed and clenched his fist down on the table.

Maybe it was better for Diana to try and reason with the girl. She was young after all, probably no older than a late teen or early twenties from what he was aware of. Just a young girl who unknowingly got caught up with the wrong mess and the wrong guy.

But that girl was possibly the only hope they had.