Chapter 2

Bruce lay where Superman had left him for several minutes trying to make sense of the situation. The greatest detective in the world couldn't understand why this had just happened. He wasn't sure what to do. He knew he couldn't stay here… but he couldn't face anyone right now… especially not Wally. Wally West, the Flash was Bruce's lover and living at his mansion, Wayne Manor in Gotham. God, how would he even be able to face Wally? He set his mouth in a grim line, prepared to do what he must.

Bruce tried to get up and was wracked with pain. He shut his eyes tight, he was so ashamed. He couldn't tell anyone, what could they do against the Man of Steel anyways? He had to keep quiet, at least until he knew what was going on… to protect them, even from one of their own. Batman hated to think that Clark did this of his own mind… but didn't see what else could have made him do it. He used his discarded towel to clean up his still slightly bleeding anus. His whole ass hurt and he think that some bones in his wrists were broken. He carefully pulled on his Batman uniform and looking around every corner with his hand at his belt, made his way to where his Batship was waiting without running into anyone.

He flew directly to the Batcave and immediately told Alfred that he wanted absolutely NO disturbances, no matter what, no matter who. "What if Master Wallace wishes to see you Master Wayne?" Bruce grimaced, "Even him Alfred…" Alfred narrowed his eyes a bit, but nodded. Bruce sighed and went back to his research.

He still wasn't convinced that Superman had really done… what he did to him, of his own accord. He had compiled some knowledge and files on Kryptonians and any weaknesses they may have, but sudden complete loss of inhibitions was only caused by Red Kryptonite and if Clark had been exposed to any, his eyes and skin would have taken on a red glow, and he had looked perfectly fine. Bruce needed to learn about Kryptonian anatomy but he only had basic information stored in his files. He hacked into some old League files, but they didn't really explain the hormones behind the anatomy. Bruce slammed his fist on the computer desk looking up at his many screens angrily. He could go to someone else for information though… someone who was even more obsessed about finding out everything about Superman. Lex Luthor.

Luthor was in prison for one of his latest attempts on Superman's life and other diabolical schemes, but Batman easily gained access to him with or without the guard's permission.

"Batman! Come to visit for old time's sake, or is this purely professional?" bright prison orange clad Luthor queried with a smirk. The guards had let Batman use one of their interrogation rooms with Luthor's hands cuffed behind his back. It didn't have a one way window mirror, only a single camera. Batman unplugged the wires to the camera.

"What can you tell me about Kryptonian anatomy?" Batman cut to the chase.

Luthor's eyes widened a bit, but then he recovered immediately with a smirk. "So he finally lost control… Ha. Who did he jump?"

Batman froze. "You knew that this would happen?!"

Luthor's smirk only widened and then he put on his innocent face, "I don't know what happened, so I wouldn't be able to tell you."

Batman's white eyes narrowed dangerously as he knew that he wouldn't be able to terrify this man into telling him anything. He turned to leave, when Luthor spoke a simple fact that stopped the Dark Knight in his tracks.

"He raped you."

Batman refused to turn around or look at him. "How could you have known…that something like this would happen?"

Luthor sighed and answered, "I made it my personal business to know, as you well know. I…went a bit farther because I took it all that seriously. I wanted to know everything and anything that I could use against him. Tell me, did this just recently start?"

Batman hesitated and then answered, or rather not, "Tell me what you know."

Luthor shook his bald head and replied, "Well, I know rather a lot… but about Kryptonian anatomy specifically… There is a time in every Kryptonian's life when they reach their full peak, when they go into heat, whether they be male or female. It is not for reproducing really, but as relief for the building tension and lust. Which is why Superman didn't really care if he fucked a man, despite his slight homophobia (yes I do know about that). When they go into heat, their senses leave them temporarily leaving only basic instinct in control. However, they do retain some sense. Obviously no moral sense, but certainly a sense of memory and who they are, but a complete disregard of all of it unless they can use it to their advantage. They let their primal instincts rule them and they enjoy it…at the time. But when they come out of heat, when they are finished, they have no memory of what took place when they were in heat."

Batman paused. "How often does an average Kryptonian go into heat?"

"About…once a month. Kind of like an extreme all gender PMS." Luthor chuckled at his own joke.

Batman's eyes narrowed again and asked, "And how long do they stay in heat?"

"At the most? Three full days. But on average, one day. It's not uncommon (or so I've read) for them to slip in and out of heat for a period of three days."

"But does it ever go away?" Batman questioned irritatedly.

Luthor laughed, "Yes, in about 10 years if he's lucky."

"I want proof of all this. Some evidence, like where you got all this information."

"Of course, you want to verify this yourself. If you go on to my laptop (I know you still have it for evidence) and open the file 'Eros' enter the password 'Himerus' and you'll find all you need to verify that all of what I've told you is true." Luthor smirked.

Batman stood looming before him and stated, "You will not breathe or even think about what you know or that I was here at all. Especially if you don't want Superman coming after you."

Luthor laughed dryly. "Why do you think I haven't told anyone before this?"

Batman stared at him.

"Because I knew that when Superman did go into heat, he would most likely attack someone that knew and trusted him and that wouldn't turn him in outright. But that is exactly what I hoped for… Something like this could tear the League apart, and it's all Superman's fault."

"You're sick," Batman stated disgustedly.

Luthor chukled and said, "I don't care if I am, as long as I'm right."

"…we'll be in touch." And with that the Batman left.

When Batman returned to the Batcave, again avoiding the actual mansion, he went straight for Luthor's laptop to retrieve the files, and sure enough, there they were. The information was recovered from the past history of Krypton and its people from Superman's ship that had carried him to earth as a child. Batman didn't know how Luthor had gotten his hands on this information, but it was valid. The only question now was what Bruce was going to do with it.

Batman was interrupted from his 'brooding' as Wally liked to call it, by the Flash himself.

He sped in, "Hey Bats, whatcha' doin' cooped up all alone down here?"

"Wally!" Bruce yelled angrily, "What are you doing down here?!" he quickly closed the files on the screens so that Wally wouldn't see.

"Hey, take it easy, I heard from the Watchtower that you had left a while ago and I was just checking up on you to see why you hadn't come home yet…" Wally said only slightly hurt. He was dressed in his casual civvies, green long sleeved shirt and blue jeans with his red hair as unruly and windswept as always.

Thankfully Bruce was still wearing his uniform as well as his cowl, or he didn't know how he would get away with Wally not questioning him. Bruce hated to lie to him.

"So are you ready to see the alien movie?" Wally asked excitedly.

Bruce groaned internally and sigh outwardly as he said, "I'm sorry Wally, I forgot all about it. I really need to finish this research and follow some leads tonight. Maybe next week?"

"Oh. Well, yeah, okay. If you're swamped by the big bad guy business, that's definitely a good excuse."

Bruce silently sighed in relief in his mind.

"Can I help you with anything? Two heads are better than one and all." Wally moved to look at what was on the laptop, which Bruce forgot to close.

"No." Bruce told him sharply as he quickly snapped the laptop shut.

Wally blinked in surprise and backed up. "Geez, sorry Bruce…"

"No, I'm sorry I snapped at you. It's just… what I'm working on is extremely confidential…" he answered vaguely.

"Ah… well, have fun with that then. I'll be upstairs taking a swim if you need me! You'll come up soon right?" Wally asked expectantly.

"I might be working late, don't wait up for me." Batman replied flatly.

Wally looked a bit put down but then grinned quickly to cover it up and gave Bruce a quick peck on the cheek and said, "Love you Bruce, don't work too hard."

Batman nodded and stayed silent as Wally left uncommonly slowly.

Now he was left alone again to contemplate what he was going to do. He could go the other members of the League, maybe with just the information that he learned, rather than his personal experience. But they would ask… and he was not sure if he was ready to tell them.

Batman was interrupted from his musings by a slight noise behind him. Knowing that it was probably Wally 'spying' on him, or trying to work up the courage to talk to him again, he said into the darkness, "Come on out Wally. I know you're there. What do you want?"

A figure floated out the shadows that was wearing a mocking smile as well as a large 'S' logo on his chest…

"Well, I'm not Wally West, but what I want, is YOU."