Title- Beyond the see of time

Paring- basic Supermen X Batman and others

Warning- (like the terrifying fact wasn't that I wrote it?) mpreg

Okay so what is it people write at the beginning of ff?

Something booth the fact that Supermen and Batman are not my characters they belong to DC ant that I'm not getting any physical profit out of this ff.

Wheel its true to a point.

Ps- I do my best whit the grammar and I asked a friend fore help so if you're about to say only that the spelling is crappie ken it. That I already now. Say something new.

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The first thing Bruce brain registered upon awakening was pain. Not the alcohol induced dull throbbing somewhere in the back of the head. No, it was more like a ripping , flaming pain of a freshly sewn tissue somewhere on the upper part of his belly.

He tried to remember how the hell it got there but came up blank. He didn't remember doing the cape and cowl thing last night. He was force to play the role of Gothams favorite son in some party.

Hmm… he remembered the party, boring and dull and…and. He strained his drug hazed mind and found a memory of himself arguing with someone from Stark Industries, and after that leaving with a blond women with rather small breasts who had emerged from the darkness.

"Wakey wakey Brucy boy. Time to rise and shine! "A painfully familiar voice chirped in his ear. Bruce realy didn't need a sharp vision to recognize the owner of this voice and the white blob in front of him. Joker!

He wanted to say something, but a rather large gummy, metallic testing object in his mouth forbade him from doing that.

"Oh finally…I was starting to worry I accidentally sown something extra in you. " Chirped the clown. Bruce looked at him oddly and mummers something underbelly under his nose

"Mm, what are you murmuring there sweetie?" The clown brought his ear closer, "oh sweetie don't be so mysterious… communication is the foundation of a good family you now." Chuckled the Joker, taking the small ball out of the billionaire's mouth. Bruce spat on the ground.

"What the hell are you taking bout Joker?" Rasped the billionaire. If it were possible, the Joker's grin widened even more.

"Why, I'm talking about the happy, happy family we're going to have!" Said the clown making a dancers pirouette, "So I was thinking, it's fun to play with old Batsy, but he has this sidekick of his to take up the role of the Bat when he gets old, but me? Poor little me I have no one! So I decided it's time to get myself a son." He started laughing maniacally. Jumping on to the bed, the Joker lied himself on Bruce. The bat's body exploded with pain. Even though the Joker didn't place all of his body weight on him, but still, any pressure placed on the angry red wound resulted in pain.

"Still, the whole birthing, feeding and diaper thing is a total kill joy. But then again I'm the father…I'm suppose to teach it the important stuff." He smiled. "So it's only reasonable that I had to look for the perfect mother. I tried and I tried but the ladies simply didn't cooperate, and after the fun moments they wanted to scrape the little miracle." The Joker shrugged his arms "Oh well it was fun… but then I stumbled upon you. You are the best of the best this crummy city has to offer! Wealthy, good looking, wealthy and you can't take an innocent life." The clown's voice change in to a devilish mummer. "It's going to drive Batsy bats." The Joker let out a few strange noises of triumph.

"You're nuts." Bruce spat at the clown. "A man cannot have babies."

"Ah typical reasoning," said the clown, frowning. "No one believes in me these days. Not you, not the doctors in Arkham… no one… ah such a hard life being an artist." The Joker repositioned himself so he could now sit at the head of the bed knees bend. "But nevertheless, you have female organs in you, and the moment they settle in, you're going to be a pregnant man. Wahou that while nook tows critics of there branches!...I wonder...maybe Batsy could be the godfather?" The Joker laughed, jumping in his typical manner towards the door.

"Now, now I'm positive you have a lot to think about so I'll leave you be. For now…hehehe." Joked the clown, as slammed the iron doors to his cell.

Bruce was shock to say the least. After meeting a Martian and surviving alien invasions twice at least, he really doubted anything could shock him anymore.

This situation was bad and even a fool would see it. He was strapped to a hospital bed in a wormed cell, and a mad man claimed to have operated on him – changing him into part female. Bruce tried to focus his vision and find something in the room that would help him a) escape or b) summon help.

This was going to be tuff.

***
A month later

Clark was sitting at his desk at the Daily Planet, trying to determine what was missing in his article. It was good, but somehow it seemed to lack something important. There was this emptiness in his stomach when he read it. Yet, nothing seemed to be missing. Leaning back, he started to doubt whether the feeling in his stomach wasn't cause by Lois's cooking. They were "dating" for about two weeks now, and last night, Lois invited him over for a homemade diner.

A stomach of steel was definitely not enough to actually digest the stuff. However, when he tried to talk himself out of it, Lois used her ultimate attack "the puppy dog eyes" and that spelled the end of the game for Superman. As nasty and stubborn Lois can be, there is no one in this world that can say no when she uses the puppy look. Okay maybe Batman could but we are talking about humans, not sex gods. Hmm… Batman. Swimming off into his own private dreamland, Clark lost himself in the few memories he had of Batman without his armor on. Why only a few when he had X-ray vision you wonder? Strangely enough, Bats' armor was lined with lead…so peaking wasn't an option.

Clark was torn out of his world when he felt something hit his nose. Upon investigating this phenomenon, he discovered that he was practically covered in pencils, and all sorts of typical desk accessories. Lois apparently was trying to get his attention for some time by throwing everything she had on her desk at him. Thankfully the computers were permanently attached to the wood…

"Hey Smallvile come here, you have to see this!" She waved her hand at him.

"Okay what's so important that you wanted to break my nose?" mouthed Clark, standing up and going over to his friend.

"I just got an anonymous tip about the one and only Bruce Wayne, you won't believe it!"

Clark's heart skipped a beat, okay correction – Superman's heart skipped a beat. As Clark Kent he was in love with Lois Lane, but as Superman he was lusting after the dark demon king of Gotham. And he was not ashamed to admit it.

About a month ago, Bruce disappeared for two weeks. Nobody knew why and where and most of them didn't realy care. Batman loved to have his privacy and it wasn't really uncommon for him to disappear in the criminal underworld for months interrogating various criminal circles from the inside.

Still, this time it was different. not that Superman was spying, no, Superman NEVER spies on anybody, especially not on The Bat …he was just listening that's all – it wasn't his fault that somehow Bruce's heart beat always stood out from amongst all the sound that were around him .

There was something strange about Bruce's heart beat at that time.

It was changing all the time – sometimes beating so slow it was unmistakably on the verge of stopping, and other times it was beating so fast Clark was almost sure it was going to pop out. Then around the same time as Bruce's heart finally stabilized, Bruce himself came back to the world.

"Hellooo Smallvile are you with me? If you can hear me give me a sign!"

Lois' call was like a bucket of cold water ripping him out of his musing ones more.

"Wha…?oh! I'm sorry...I got lost in my f-"

"Yeh whatever farm boy, take a look at this." She tapped her pencil on the computer screen.

Clark leaned forward, scanning the files opened on Lois computer.

'This has to be a hoax."

It was all he was capable of saying. He didn't believe it, on the computer there was a medical report of some sort, all procedures and effects carefully described.

He read it twice, he read it five times and still his brain refused to accept it. Not that he didn't understand the medical terms or anything.

The problem was it was a procedure of successfully implanting a women's uterus in a man's body. In Bruce's Wayne's Body!

"It doesn't look that way, want to see the photos? I warn you, they are disturbing."

Before Clark had the time to respond, Lois opened a second window filled with jpg files. Clark felt sick.

"I always knew that Bruce was eccentric, but this is ..."

Lois shook her head with disbelief.

"You really think he wanted this?"

Clark was shaking with furry and disbelief. Every fibre of his body was screaming.
Get out, go to Gotham and demand an explanation!

Lois turned around in her seat and looked Clark straight in the eye.

"What, you think someone force it on him?"

"He did go missing for two weeks."

"True."

Lois folded her hands and looked at the miniaturized photo files. Clark instantly knew she was scanning them for the smallest detail that could prove or kill her theory.

"He's not wearing any gloves."

She spoke finally.

"Excuse me?'

"The man performing the operation… those aren't gloves, the doctor - he has chalk white hands."

She pointed her pencil on one of the photos. Clark froze.

"How many creeps from Gotham do we now that have chalk white hands?"

She asked, looking at Clark with a spark in her eyes.

"Joker."