A.N.: Hey, guys! Green here with a Batman/Black Widow fanfic. Now, I'm going to warn you way ahead of time… Batman experiences something you won't enjoy him experiencing. I can almost guarantee it. BUT! The story itself will use that to create an interesting driving point with Black Widow. Also, I've revised the Black Widow's history a little. Having done some research, I hope you will find her personality satisfactory in future chapters. Enjoy!

He trudged through the cold, winter air of Mother Russia, his feet numb and his ears red. He breathed hard, his misty breath visible before his eyes. He had trouble seeing in front of him, the blizzard making it difficult. He tightened the cloak around himself and pushed forward, ignoring the rumbling of his stomach.

"Trained for too long… Forgot to eat… I always forget to eat… Always forget I'm human..." The young man glanced up, his vision blurry. The cold didn't help and neither did the wind, pushing him forward. He forced himself to stay upright, a difficult task when you haven't eaten in 50+ hours. He collapsed to his one knee. The cold was taking his legs, his ability to walk. His eyes struggled to stay open, a sleepiness falling over him. "Damn… it..." He collapsed to the snow, closing his eyes slowly, but not until seeing a pair of feet walking over to him. His world faded to black.

"An American? In Russia? Why?"

"No clue. We should kill him."

"Wait… he's got scars on his body. Battle scars. He could be a fighter… we could use him."

"The facility wants only girls. A boy wouldn't be well-received."

"We could make an exception… Besides, judging by Größe seines Schwanz he puts most grown men in this pitiful country to complete shame." Lips were heard licked. "We could have some fun with this one..."

"Indeed. He may be our best agent yet… Very well. We'll induct him into the Red Room… and create the first male Black Widow!"

Bruce's eyes foggily opened, voices heard around him. He felt a sharp slap to his face and was abruptly forced to focus on his surroundings. He awoke to see he was in a dark cylinder chamber, surrounded by five women. He was strapped to a table, his arms and make legs restrained to make his body seem like he was forming an x. He was completely naked, his body for their eyes to feast on. He was gagged and he felt exhausted, the sounds sounding muffled from his throat. A circular light was formed around the room and it allowed Bruce to see the women in the light. The woman was known as Bruno, an average height woman with a blonde flat-top haircut and brown eyes. She was completely naked, save for the swatiska symbols on her breasts and long boots on her legs. The woman to his corner right was known as Clarice Ferguson, a mutant with lilac skin, dark pink hair, pointed ears and pupil-less green eyes with pink marks across her face. Along with Bruno, she stood naked as well. To his corner left was a woman called Viper, a woman with flowing green hair and purple lips, a toned body and green eyes and a feral smirk on her face. She, too, stood with no clothes. To his rear right was a woman known as Madame Hydra, also called Valentina Allegra de la Fontaine, was an exotic looking woman with brown and white streak running through the middle. She stood bare with the rest of the women. The final woman to his rear left was woman known as Queen Hydra, known by the first name Grace. She had red hair that flowed down mid-back with green eyes and she had no exception with the status of her clothes.

The most outstanding feature about the room wasn't the women but rather, the many erotically dangerous tools hanging on the wall behind them. From gags to lashes, the walls were filled with disgusting toys. Bruno grinned wildly, grabbing a lash from behind her as the vertical table Bruce was strapped on became horizontal. He struggled weakly but it was no use.

"Such an interesting specimen..." Grace commented running her fingers through his hair. "We'll pit him in the Red Room next. If he's useful, we can train him and sell him to the Soviets to keep them off Hydra's back like the rest of the Black Widows."

"Please, my Queen..." Bruno straddle Bruce, smirking down at his eye-widened state. "Now is not the time for work… now… is the time..." The whip cracked in her hand. "For play."

Day one, they violated him in all types of ways. He never gave them the pleasure to see him scream. Day two, he was forced fight countless assassins until he passed out. He beat them all while barely standing. Day three, the violation continued, strapped to a table and unable to fight back, the women had their way with him. Sometimes it was just one, sometimes only three but most of time it was all of them. He held some kind of special attraction to them but he absolutely loathed them. Day four, he was told to kill an operative without getting seen. He refused and was tortured for the next 12 hours. He lost track of how many days he was there, but it followed that same routine, varying every now and again. When it became apparent that he wouldn't kill anyone, the scientists sighed in disappointed.

"Don't kill him. The Witches would be angry. No, just put him in the cell with that other failed operative. He is no Black Widow."

Thrown in a cell, Bruce lay on the floor, abused but not broken. He tried to push himself up and managed to sit upright and lean against the door.

"Are you alright?" A female with a Russian accent asked him.

From the bed, sitting with her legs hugged to her knees, was girl about his age, with red fiery red hair and green eyes. She wore a loose white dress, with cuts all over her body. The cuts seemed to be from stray bullets.

Bruce looked away from her, unwilling to answer.

"It's okay… you don't have to talk." The girl parted her hair, placing strands behind her ear.

"… I'm fine..." He replied raspily, still looking away. "This is nothing..."

She stared at him for a moment. "Are you strong?"

Bruce turned his head, looking at her now. "What do you mean?"

"Are you strong?" She asked again. Her look was piercing right through him, almost as if she could see the animal inside.

Bruce continued to breathe heavily, unable to look away now. "Not… yet..."

The girl smiled, getting off the bed and sitting in front of him, crossing her legs. "I'm Natalia Romanova. I've been here for a long time. I'm not strong either… not yet."

He stared into her eyes for a moment, feeling a strange connection that made him feel awashed with relief, a strange relief he hadn't felt in a long time. "I'm Bruce… Bruce Wayne…"

The weeks continued, Bruce and Natalia growing closer every time he was thrown back into the cell.

"I'm a ballerina..." Natalia said, her eye twitching slightly when she said it. "I lived with my family until they sent me here… to grow strong."

Several times, they had tried to force him to kill somebody but each time he refused and because of it, he was tortured and then sent to the Witches. After they had their way with him, he was thrown back into the cell with Natalia.

After weeks of watching him thrown back into the cell, bloody and barely breathing, Natalia had asked him what it was he went through. He didn't tell her at first, the trauma of it making him unwilling to relive it. But one day, he told her of the experience.

"They drag me out and put me in that damn, bright Red Room… I have to fight and I win… they tell me to kill, I refuse… They strap me to a chair and hurt me in ways I never knew were possible… it feels like an eternity but ends after half a day… Then, the Witches seek me, to touch me, to abuse me with their tools… My screams of pain incite their screams of pleasure… Their laughing stills rings in my ears and I can't go to sleep without them hunting me in my dreams..."

Throughout his recounting, Natalia had only stared at him gaping. When he had finished, she couldn't stop herself from embracing him, squeezing him tightly in her arms. Bruce, confused, glanced at her but heard her sobbing silently. She sobbed for him. He didn't say anything, simply wrapping his arms around her in turn.

Bruce had seen Natalia taken from the room at least one time. When she came back, she was thrown into the room by her hair.

"They wanted me to kill a man..." She said. "But I thought of you and then I couldn't do… I couldn't do it..."

Bruce hugged Natalia, their pained bodies healing from the warmth of each other. After many days of counting the amount of time they have been taken out and thrown back into that cell only to fall into each other's arms, Bruce began to formulate an escape plan.

Natalia and Bruce had been training together in the cell, preparing themselves for the eventual escape. They sweated after each sparring session but they always came back for more. The heat and tension built from these sessions soon transformed into passion and passion into love.

Bruce and Natalia stood by the door, waiting for their opportunity.

"Bruce..." Natalia began. "If we don't make it out..."

"We will make it out, Natasha."

She stepped up to him and kissed him on his lips. Bruce reciprocated until the quick kiss ended and she stepped away. "Just in case."

The door opened and having made a sharpened weapon out of the bed peg, Bruce quickly stabbed the hand of the guard and Natalia pounced and grabbed his gun. Bruce removed the man's helmet and beat the man in the face until his knuckles were bloody. After taking care of him, Bruce and his crimsoned haired partner sprinted down the hallway, coming upon the button to release everyone in their block area. Some of the girls that have been captured had been crazed or worse. Bruce hit the button, knowing he could use that to his advantage. Natalia and Bruce ran block to block, releasing everyone they could, eventually causing an alarm to ring out. Gunshots could be heard several blocks down. Bruce and Natalia ran up behind a guard who was dealing with some of the escapees and Natalia knocked him out with the butt of the gun. She grabbed the keys and smiled at Bruce, who nodded in approval. They ran through the facility, their aim being the courtyard.

A gun rang out and shot Natalia in the leg, forcing her to the ground.

"Natasha!" Bruce exclaimed. He was suddenly restrained as well with a chokehold and a gun to his temple. He felt bare skin on his back and immediately knew who it was – Bruno. He wasn't used to seeing her with clothes on and without a sadistic grin. Natalia sat up with a groan, wincing from her bullet wound. She widened her eyes and gasped upon seeing Bruce held at bay by Bruno. The sadist smiled at Natalia, a crazy twitch in her eyes.

"Damned worms! Thinking you could escape from this facility alive… I'll kill the both of you, burning you alive and leaving you in the forest for the maggots. Well… maybe not you, my dear chew toy." She licked Bruce's cheek, making him frown in disgust. Her free hand reached down his body, going inside his pants and fondling him. A shiver ran down Bruce's spine while Natalia looked on in disgust.

"Let go of him..." She said lowly.

"Maybe I'll torture you both and then feed you to the wolves..." She continued, unable to hear anything but her own rambling.

"I said… LET GO OF HIM!" With surprising pinpoint accuracy, Natalia shot the gun out of her hands, allowing Bruce to break her hold and kick Bruno in her pelvis, the woman painfully falling over. He raised his foot and stomped on her face, knocking her out.

"Never thought I'd do that to a woman… but I'd be lying if I said it didn't feel good." Bruce ran over to Natalia, kneeling next to her. "Natasha, are you okay?"

"I-I can't walk..."

"Alright then. I'll carry you."

"No! No… just go. You need to escape. You-"

"Shut up." He picked her up piggy-back style and began running for the courtyard. Making it outside, where there were tons of escaped girls, Bruce and Natasha sprinted for the fence, kicking down the door as the guards were all distracted. One, however, spotted them leaving.

"Two of them are escaping! After them!"

Hearing this, Bruce sprinted through the forests and bushes, moving fast and avoiding the gunshots that whizzed past him. Natalia, with her gun still in hand, aimed behind her and rapidly shot at them, forcing the pursuing guards to stop and take cover. Her gun ran out of bullets and without any clips to refill it, she decided to toss the gun to the ground. The two continued to move, moving deeper into the forest but stopped short upon coming up to a cliff. A river was rushing wildly and the other side was too far to make a jump. Bruce looked around wildly, wondering if there was any other way. Natalia glanced behind her, hearing the men getting closer.

"Bruce!" She desperately shouted. "Go on without me! I can't swim and survive the river speed but you can! Please!"

"Shut the hell up, damn you! I swear to God, I'm taking you with me even if it kills me!"

Natalia glanced behind her again and smiled to herself solemnly. "I'm sorry but… I don't want you to die..." She leaned in close to his ear, whispering, "… I love you Bruce… Don't forget me..."

"Nata-" With surprising strength, she kicked Bruce into the rushing river and fell down to the ground herself, watching him fall. He reached out to her as he fell, his face disappearing under the rushing water. Natalia raised her hands as the guards got close, aiming their guns at her.

"Should we kill her?" One guard asked.

"No, leave her alive…" Another replied. "It's been awhile since we've seen the potential of such a candidate… Bring her back!"

"What about the other one?"

"Probably fell into the river and died. He was of no importance. He was just a toy for the Witches, anyway. We can get them another. We've caused too much noise here and we'll be seen as suspicious if we're found. We're packing it up and relocating. Pick her up and let's go!"

Bruce, in the river, didn't die. He refused to, far too stubborn. No amount of perverse torture, inflicted pain, or dark tragedies would break him. He rushed down the waterfall, falling for God knows how long. When he felt another pool of water him, he blacked out. When he woke up, it was near dusk and he was resting on a bank. Coughing, Bruce turned over, his body sore and bruised. He spat out some water, before glancing up to see helicopters flying away. For a moment, he could almost swear staring out the window of one, was Natalia. After having healed up, Bruce went back to the facility to see if he could rescue his friend but found that the facility had been evacuated, the building burnt down and barren. Bruce trudged through the trees until he made it to Moscow, his feet bloody from the trek. He had a made a vow to himself to find Natalia and save her but years had passed and he was never able to find her. Living with the guilt of surviving because of his friend's sacrifice, Bruce continued on his training, pushing past the traumatizing experiences dealt by the Witches with months and months of spiritual training. It would be years before they would meet again and under a common goal.

A.N.: Short first chapter but I hope you liked it. Don't worry, there will be more of this and no, Batman will not have to go through that again. It hurts me too. Anyway, if you're interested in the development of this story, please follow, favorite and review to let me know what you thought. Until next chapter!

Green out.