After Bruce left the Man of Steel on the watch deck he felt his aggravation returned. His eyes peered out from his eye slits and easily found someone who could 'help' him for the moment. Sitting propped up in his usual spot by the bay window was Flash, or as Batman dubbed him, the 'walking vibrator.' He could tell from the way his shoulders were slumped and the drool stain on his chin, he was asleep. That made him smirk harder, it would be easier to seduce him when he was just waking up.

"Flash, wake up." He stood before the speedster, his arms crossed in impatience as blue eyes slowly opened. A sleepy groan escaping him.

"Bats…what's up? I was dreaming about a never ending pizza bar." He chuckled, his tongue darting between his lips to lick the dried drool from his chin. His heart skipped a beat as he looked upon the other, Batman's lips holding his famous playboy smirk, and his hip jutted out, presenting Flash with a clear view of his straining crotch. "You want to play again huh?"

No matter how many times Flash told himself that it was just a 'little game' or just 'playing around', he knew it was a lie. It was just something he told himself to make him feel better, it wasn't a game, it was just Batman once again showing how easily he could destroy him if he ever pushed him over the edge of annoyance. Without a word he got off the chair, getting onto his red spandex clad knees, kneeling before his crotch. He reached for his belt but was cut off by a hard whack to the knuckles by the dull edge of a batarang.

The smirk widened on Batman's lips as Flash brought his hand to his mouth, trying to hold back a cry of pain. "How about you redo that Flash, and this time pay attention."

Flash nodded quickly, reaching up once more, this time tugging down on the black fabric of his outerwear rather than touching Batman's beloved belt. "Yes sir." He tugged down the specially designed fabric, taking out his already half hardened cock that seemed to almost twitch in impatience. Flash licked his lips as he brought his mouth closer, closing his eyes. For a moment he thought about being back asleep, curled up perhaps by Arrow or Lantern after a particularly rough threesome night of with the Dark Knight. The fucking was amazing, even if he ended up with new cuts and bruises, but the cuddling after, being pressed against a warm chest 'lovingly' made his toes curl. But reality slowly tugged him back as he felt the batarang hit the back of his neck.

Looking up at the white eyes he opened his mouth, licking the precum slick head, taking in half of his length before receiving another blow. Flash couldn't help but wince, closing his mouth around the tip, bobbing head up and down slowly, a head ache already forming. He could practically feel Batman's glare on him, causing his stomach to twist as he sucked silently, allowing his hand to rest on his gray clad thighs.

"Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic." The cruel chuckle that escaped Batman's lips ran chills up Flash's spine. "You're the world's fastest man alive yet here you are on your knees like a dog. Perhaps you really aren't a hero; perhaps you are just still a little boy trying to be all grown up, yet failing so utterly miserably. You must suck anyone who asks, don't you? More of a filthy slut then a 'respected' hero."

Batman may have been slower and weaker than some members of the League, but the one ability he possessed that few required was the perfect use of the English language. No matter what the situation, he could cut anyone down, make even the happiest of people cry. His tongue was as sharp as a sword, and he was quite proudly aware of just how powerful he was in that aspect.

If anyone else had spoken those words Flash wouldn't have hesitated in breaking their nose, but when he rolled his eyes up to look at him all he could do was mentally coax himself to stay quiet and to keep sucking. And after a moment he found himself bobbing in rhythm with his own heartbeat, moving his tongue at hyper speed to cause gentle vibrations. From the groan above him he could tell that Batman was enjoying this immensely, after all, it was a display of power, and the one thing he came to learn about his mysterious friend was that he craved power more than a meth addict craved their kick. Slowly he felt his mask being removed, a rough black gloved hand running through his ginger locks. The fingers scratched against his scalp, tugging a hand full of hair out. He vibrated his tongue harder in an attempt to appease him, but before he could even vibrate his tongue at top speed he felt the other pull away, just in time to humiliate him more by ejaculating white sticky strands on the red heads face.

"Clean me off, and then clean yourself, you look disgusting." Batman sneered, pushing his cum covered tip into his mouth, making him clean it off before pulling away once more, fixing the lower part of his costume.

"Well it's not like it's my fau-" Flash had only averted his eyes for a second, but when he looked up once more the Dark Knight was gone, not a trace or sound could be found, leaving the other on his knees with cum dripping down his face just as Wonder Woman and Green Lantern rounded the corner, causing Flash to run quickly away before they could even catch sight of his face.

"Was that Wally?" Wonder Woman questioned, turning to Green Lantern John who only shrugged, the same question on his mind.

+++Gotham City: Wayne Manor+++

Alfred Pennyworth, the only employed butler at the Wayne family Manor was, and to this day, considered insane. He was the only hired help member to remain with Bruce Wayne after his parents death. He stood by the young ward when all else left him, mostly because he knew deep down that the wickedness Bruce kept about him was just to cover up the pain and hurt he felt every waking moment of every single day. And at first Bruce tried to push him away, breaking priceless artifacts and playing nasty tricks on the aging butler, but after a while the anger slowly bubbled down, being held under the surface by Bruce's cold brood silence.

Alfred had tried with all his might to get new helpers, but after spending one hour alone with Mr. Wayne most had left, telling the Butler that it 'just wouldn't work out', and the few that were hired left after only a few weeks, no longer able to deal with Bruce's lying and secrets. And even though Alfred had thoughts of quieting at times, he knew that if he left the Manor that he had kept tidy for the past thirty years would surely fall to shambles, and Master Wayne would never be seen from again.

"ALFRED! Come here!" Even from all the way upstairs Alfred could hear Bruce from down in the Bat cave, knowing that whatever had the millionaire yelling for him must have been urgent. Placing down the last dish into the strainer Alfred dried off his hands, heading to the old grandfather clock in the Master Work room. Pulling softly on the handle the door opened up, exposing dimly lit stairs.

"You bellowed?" He asked calmly, arriving silently behind him, his eyes instantly being attracted to the map of the U.S that filled up all seven monitors.

"I found him." Bruce finally announced, pointing to the East Coast, where a small red dot was blinking. "I finally found him. He lives in Metropolis."

"Found whom Master Wayne?"

"Superman. He lives in Metropolis, and I'm going to go hunt him down like filthy dog that he is."