There's an old saying about how no matter what is going on, your gut is always aware of the situation. A follow up saying is 'listen to your gut, it will never steer you wrong.' Even with the red kryptonite controlling his mind, Clarks gut was starting to twist in alarm as they walked into the darkened lounge. From the moment he stepped in Clark could feel a freezing draft lick at his bare feet.
The lounge itself appeared to be a mini home theatre, a large flat screen built into the far wall with a set of surround sound speakers set up in the upper ceiling corners. The overhead lights were dimmed; an L shaped couch sat in the middle of the room next to a glass coffee table. A few tea candles were lit, emitting soft green flames that casted an eerie alien glow upon the couch.
"Why don't we skip watching T.V and just talk? I am very interested in you tonight." Bruce played coy as he strode over to the couch, taking a seat on the middle cushion and stretched out, a perfect play boy smile on his billionaire lips. The green glow reflected a bit off his pale skin, adding a bit to his seductive appearance as his legs crossed and his arms were stretched out against the back of the couch, his right hand twitching in a sign for Clark to join him on the couch.
"Well, what do you want to know? What can I tell you that you already don't know?" Clark moved over to sit by him, a small gasp escaping as Bruce pulled him onto his lap. A blush found its way onto his cheeks as he looked down into Bruce's eyes, a strange warmth going through his body. He assumed it was from the sudden contact, but it felt more like it was coming from behind. It wasn't painful, but it defiantly didn't feel right. He watched as Bruce reached for the collar and held the kryptonite, leaning in so his face was almost touching the others.
"Re tell me everything. I want to hear you tell me about your past again." Was the lustful reply to his question.
"Y-You should already know that by heart." The heat against his back was definitely starting to cause him to become uncomfortable. But how could a few little candles cause that much heat?
"Tell me again." Bruce rubbed a hand down the front of Clarks chest and looked over his shoulders at the candles.
"I- I came from the planet of Krypton. Just two solar systems over. My Mother was a home wife and an advisor to my Father, while my Father was a great and well known Scientist on our planet. He actually found out that my planets core was becoming unstable, but not many believed him, and the ones who did were too few to gain enough numbers to do anything to prevent it. In the end the planet collapsed and was destroyed, but my parents sacrificed themselves so that I could live. They rocketed me here when I was just an infant." A small tear formed and fell from his right eye as he spoke of his beginning, dreaming once more of a home he would never see for himself, save for in memory crystals, a gift from his parents. "I was found in a corn field, by my adopted parents. Ma and Pa raised me in Smallville, on our twelve acre farm. It was actually a lot of fun, a lot of work but a lot of fun. My Pa taught me responsibility, and patience, if it weren't for him and Ma, I don't think I would have ever become a hero."
"How quaint." Bruce listened with more interest than he had anticipated, he needed to know more. That was when Bruce noticed the tear, reaching up he brushed it away, curious if it was similar to a human tear. "How did you learn about your powers?"
"Well, when I was five I began to notice that I was a bit different than the other children. Ma and Pa had to constantly watch me when I went out to play because sometimes I didn't understand my own strength. I was faster than the others; I could see and hear things they couldn't. When they were getting colds and runny noses, I was chasing after snowflakes and running through the fields. It wasn't until I was thirteen and just starting high school that I noticed I was even more gifted. I mistakenly set fire to a banister just by looking at it. I froze half a pond by sneezing; it was a rather scary and confusing time." Clark subconsciously leaned forward and rested his forehead against Bruce's. "But in the end I was able to learn how to control it, and eventually make a name for myself. And now, because of all that hard work, I have you."
A strong heartbeat, the warmth of the god like creature, the smell of the wine on his breathe, and it was enough to almost make Bruce feel. For the first time since his parent's murder he felt an actual emotion besides anger or lust. He almost allowed himself to fall under the peaceful trance, but just as fast as it occurred so did it fade. "Hmm."
"I love you; I'll never stop loving you." Clark kissed Bruce's lips, kissing his chin next, and then over his eyes, love that wasn't real practically radiating from him like a furnace. He kissed the tip of the billionaires' nose, sitting up suddenly, eyes starting to glaze. "Bruce?"
"Yes?" Bruce asked calmly.
"It-It hurts." As if to prove a point Clarks back began to arch inwards, trying to somehow get away from the heat that began to assault his back. "Oh god Bruce, my back feels like it's on fire!" Clark's hands latched onto Bruce's shoulders, clamping down hard enough to bruise the skin, but the red kryptonite kept his strength in check in order to not hurt the other in his attempt to get away from the pain. With a stone look Bruce simply stroke a hand down Clarks back, and barely smirked as he felt that the kryptonians back was indeed extremely hot to the touch.
"Relax Clark; I'm sure it's just in your head." Bruce cooed, his voice taking on a dark undertone. "Or it could be the kryptonite infused into the candles, but who can tell."
"Kr-Kryptonite?!" Panic was evident in Clark's voice as he pushed himself away from the other, eyes widened. "Bruce, kryptonite hurts me!" Even as he said it he could feel the pain once more run up his spine, the collar losing its effectiveness as the green kryptonite began to slowly cancel out the red. In a last minute frantic he pushed himself away from Bruce, falling backwards onto the floor, his fall causing the table to shake from the impact. Like pins following down in a bowling alley, the candles began to topple, greenish white wax dripping down onto the kryptonian who groaned in pain, scampering backwards to get away. "Why would you do this to me?"
"Because I hate you." Bruce finally answered, enjoying the sight of Clark cowering a good foot or two away, tearing at his own skin in a desperate attempt to remove the wax from his skin. "I hate everything about you. Why should you, an alien of mass destruction be praised as a hero and worshiped when a human like me is scorned and casted aside? I am human, I belong on earth. You are an alien." Bruce's voice hardened as he picked up one of the candles, dripping the wax purposely over Clarks face as the kryptonian suddenly looked up. "You deserve to be dissected and studied."
"Auugghh!" A cry of pain escaped the kryptonian as the wax dripped down onto his cheeks, eyes watering. "How can you say this? You- I love you!"
"You love me because I make you love me. The collar around your neck is nothing more than a dog collar and a chunk of kryptonite." Bruce continued to torment him with the wax, insanity creeping into his ice blue eyes. "If I told you to stab yourself right now you would. If I told you to suck my cock you would without question. I own you, and the collar shows your status in this world. Now open your eyes dog, and let the fog of love be lifted. See me for who I am, your master, and above all your superior."
Time slowed to a crawl as Clark felt a rush of emotions hit him. The red kryptonite around his neck felt heavier and his mind felt foggier as he was rushed by memories. Remembering each and every hour of being locked in the Sanctuary, the kisses he had placed on Bruce's lips and face just mere minutes ago, and the memories of how Bruce truly acted around him. It was all a lie, the love was nothing more than a vague feeling, leaving him to feel cold and empty as the kryptonite wax continued to burn away at his skin.
"All this…is a lie?" Clark's voice was barely a whispered as he brought a hand up to his throat to feel the kryptonite. "You made me love you? And for what? To use me? To humiliate me?!" His voice became louder as he pushed himself off the ground, the urge to fight coursing through him like a tidal wave. "I trusted you Bruce; I always looked at us as equals! Everyone in the Justice League is my equal, but you? You're no better than the villains we lock in jail! You're a sick person Bruce!"
The last sentence was what pushed Bruce over the edge, without warning he grabbed the coffee table and smashed it down against Clarks head, causing it to break in half. He wasted no time in waiting for Clark to recover from shock, smashing his fist against the side of Clark's temple. Like a wild animal that had just been released he pursued him, fists making impact on every inch of the alien that he could get to, teeth clenched to the point where Bruce could feel his own teeth begin to slowly grind. "Fight back!" He roared as he smashed Clarks head repeatedly into the wall, causing pieces of the stone to chip away.
"I won't hurt you. You're just a human." Clark snapped as he finally put a hand up in self-defense, grabbing Bruce by the wrist, flinging him backwards. "I will give you a choice Bruce, either let me go, dismiss yourself from the team and never contact me again, or have me send you to the Phantom Zone. It's your choice."
"You do not speak to your master in that way."
"You are not my master." Clark snarled, wiping away a trickle of blood that ran from his nose to his bottom lip.
"I order you to bow down!" Bruce yelled, watching in delight as the kryptonian was forced to get down onto his knees, the red kryptonite still holding some power over him. "Now, beg master for forgiveness."
AN: Thank you everyone for the awesome reviews and such, and thank you for the critiques, they really do help me. ^w^ I'm sorry that the story is so dark, but I always did picture Batman in this way, though It's not that fair since I am a superman fangirl. If you have any questions or want to role play with me for ideas and such just let me know. I am Ask-Superman at Deviantart.