AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm surprised by how long this chapter got. I worked on it this morning and then after work through the evening as well. Yeah, I have a sick mind I know. Though I think once in a while it's good to write something dark so you realize how to bring out the good in another story. Also I've been feeling a bit of angst lately. Enjoy and please leave me a review.

Chapter 4

"Wake up."

Batman groaned rolling over as he drew his blanket over him. His head ached and so did his body. How many people had he fought? It wasn't unusual for him to go to bed covered in bruises. At least his bed was soft helping to ease the pain. Right now it felt as if he had fallen asleep on stone. At least he wasn't cold. He remembered shivering last night.

"On your feet, Batman." He recognized that voice. He frowned but still didn't open his eyes. Then he remembered why his body hurt. Clenching his fists he turned his head away from the voice.

He heard an annoyed sigh and then a rustle by his head. Then the echo of footsteps walking away. Batman continued to feign sleep for at least another five minutes even after he heard the hiss of a door opening for the alien. Once he was certain Superman had left the room Batman cautiously opened his eyes.

The room was bathed in pure white light. Sunlight filtering in through the crystals of the fortress to give a natural light into the room, but not to the point of being blinding. Sitting up he looked around and saw no sign of the alien, Kal-El. Save for a brown paper bag that had been placed near his head. A large cup of coffee as well next to it. Batman blinked at the breakfast items as he grabbed the cup. Cracking the top open he cautiously sniffed it.

Colombian, his favorite kind. He took a sip and nearly burnt his tongue. Despite himself he opened the brown paper bag next. Inside he found a foam box and fixings of sugar and creamer for his coffee. Taking the box out he opened it and found sausage, eggs, and hash browns along with two strips of bacon.

He got me breakfast. Batman thought as he glared down suspiciously at the food items. Despite the daylight the room was still cold. The food in question was warm and must have been freshly prepared.

After another moment of consideration Batman reached up and drew back his cowl with a tired sigh. He had slept in his costume on more than one occasion. After a dreamless sleep for a few hours Alfred would usually awaken him. Having prepared a relaxing bath and cooked breakfast by the time Bruce had finished brushing his teeth.

Bruce only poked at the food and sipped the coffee. Neither seemed to be poisoned so he finally relented and ate the food. It was from a diner by the grease he tasted in the food. Yet still it was better than nothing as he devoured the rest. Dumping the box back into the bag Bruce drank his coffee peering around the room. He jumped when he saw Superman in a corner watching him calmly with his arms crossed. When had the alien come in?

"I never actually left, if you're wondering." Kal-El said calmly as he walked towards Bruce. Bruce stared at his former friend slowly lowering the coffee. He broke out into a cold sweat as the alien came closer until he stood only a few inches away from his captive.

"Why are you keeping me here?" Bruce asked stiffly. He felt a sharp lance of fire go up and down his back. He tensed against the agony keeping his face immobile. Kal-El seemed to know the other man was in pain anyway as he let a slow sadistic grin cross his face as he leaned over reaching up to rub the man's back. Kneading the tense muscles beneath his hand to loosen them up.

"Did I hurt you, Batman? I'm sorry, I don't know my own strength sometimes." Superman explained calmly as he grabbed the edge of the table and pulled himself up beside Batman. The crime fighter had gone completely rigid as the hand continued to knead the small of his back then move up to rub his shoulders.

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.

"You damn well know your own strength." Batman snapped despite himself. He had vowed to only seek answers, but the violation of his body made him angry. Superman only sighed as if he were talking to an unruly child continuing to massage the others back.

"True, I do, but I tend to lose control around you. I believe you're the only one who that effect on me. Bad for you I guess, but good for everyone else. Poor Batman, having to always take the punishment for other's mistakes." Superman said sounding sympathetic. Bruce only glared at his friend his mind working. At least he had the superhero talking. Maybe he could reason with him to let him go.

"You're in heat, Clark. What will you do when you come back to your senses?" Batman pressed. At this Superman only gave Bruce an amused look. Reaching over he took the cup of coffee from Bruce's limp hand and drank some himself. He made a face at the taste and set it aside.

"Disgusting beverage, I don't know how you stand it. As to what my next action will be, easy. Keep you here until I return, of course. What else? Or do have somewhere to be? An appointment perhaps with Lex Luthor you have not told me about?" Kal-El asked with a quirked brow. Bruce kept his face rigid refusing to answer. His silence was enough as the alien smirked withdrawing his hand and placing it on the back of the crime fighter's neck to draw him closer.

"I'm not stupid, Batman. I know you went to the only other person obsessed with knowing everything about me. I'm afraid I owe you another apology. Leaving you all here by yourself. You must have been so lonely." Superman gave Bruce a chaste kiss on the forehead releasing him from his grip.

"What did you do?" Bruce asked quietly. At this Superman chuckled shrugging his shoulders as he got off the table and walked away studying the crystal walls.

"I didn't kill him, if that's what you're asking. But after his head bashed into a wall over fifty times, I doubt he'll even be able to form a coherent thought, will he? Or how about having his bottom jaw ripped out?" Superman explained calmly as he began to run his hands lightly against the wall beginning to walk as he continued to study it.

"Let me make this clear, Bruce. So far Lex Luthor is the only person I've hurt so far because of you. Before I took care of it I had him hack into your computer and delete all the files connected to me. Just to be safe I went back and destroyed most of the Batcave. A malfunction with your exploding foam, shall we say?"

"As long as you stay here no one else well be harmed. If you're worried about Gotham Nightwing has been called in to take your place. Robin is more than capable in helping him to keep the streets clean, such as they are. Alfred I know has backup plans about your company and there are capable people to babysit it in your absence." Superman paused in his walking to glance at billionaire. Bruce said nothing even as his fists clenched the edges of his black cape in a white knuckled grip.

"Even though I hate to say so, I will not touch Wally West either. So long as you remain here. As of right now he knows nothing. Should you decide to try and escape, even though you hardly can since there is no living people within a two hundred mile radius in any direction…" Superman walked over to the billionaire. Grabbing his chin he forced Bruce to look directly into his emerald eyes. They began to glow red as his lasers began to smolder ready to burn.

"I will burn this world. Destroying it slowly, piece by piece until there is nothing left. You're a hero, aren't you? Willing to sacrifice yourself for the greater good? Unless you want to know what it's like to burn in hell, I suggest you don't attempt to escape." Kal-El said quietly.

Bending down he kissed Bruce Wayne, his tongue forcing past the limp lips. Bruce jerked away by instinct but the grip on his chin tightened. Yanking him closer Kal-El reached beneath the cape to wrap an arm around the crime fighter's waist. He began to rise higher his feet leaving the ground as Superman floated above the billionaire still continuing to kiss him. Without warning he shoved Bruce down onto the table flat on his back.

Continuing to kiss him Bruce felt Superman's hand go lower to grab his hip, forcing it to remain still as Batman struggled. Reaching up to tear at the bright red cape in vain to get the alien off of him. His panic grew when he felt the hand begin to tug at his pants again to draw them lower.

A harsh ring suddenly filled his ears. It bounced off the walls of the fortress echoing in the silence. Superman cursed suddenly stopping his assault, wrapping a hand around Bruce's throat and squeezing. Bruce opened his mouth but no air came in or out. He began to struggle his arms flailing as he tried to loosen the grip on his throat. He recognized the ring. Bruce wore something similar on his utility belt, or had.

It was the Justice League.

"What's the emergency?" Superman said. His voice had lost the harsh edge to it. When he spoke holding the radio close to his mouth his gaze fixated on Batman struggling beneath him. He pressed a finger to his lips and winked at Batman with a slight smirk.

"Batman has gone missing!" Bruce recognized Wally's voice, the Flash, immediately. His eyes widened as he stopped in his struggle to listen. When he held still the grip on his throat lessened allowing him to breath but the hand remained.

"What?! Is it the Joker?" Superman asked feigning innocence. If Batman had not been staring directly at the alien he would have been fooled by the other's fake concern about one of his teammates.

"I-I-I don't know! Alfred and Robin heard an explosion and rushed down into the Batcave. Everything is destroyed, Superman! I called the Justice League because I think it's a setup. Someone must have kidnapped Batman. We didn't find his body." Wally's voice cracked at the last part holding back a sob. Bruce's eyes widened as he heard the familiar voice.

Here, I'm right here! Superman is tricking you, Wally, I'm right HERE! Bruce silently screamed within his mind.

"I'll be right there, Flash. Try to calm down and tell the rest of the League what you know so far. Okay?" Superman said. His voice was commanding, soothing to the other superhero.

"O-okay." Flash replied. Then there was a click as his radio went out. Glaring down at Bruce Superman released his grip. Bruce sucked in air and began coughing violently. With an irritated sigh Kal-El rose up and got off the table. Clipping the radio back onto his belt as he tugged at the edges of his crimson cape. Adjusting the edges as he smoothed it out from the grip the billionaire had had on it.

"Saved by the bell, I believe it's called? I suppose this will have to wait until I return. Do be good and stay here, hm?" Superman said calmly. Bruce sat up as Kal-El began to walk away towards the entrance.

He scrambled off the table nearly tripping over his cape as he ran after him. When the door opened Superman began to go through it. Bruce lunged and grabbed onto the crimson cloak yanking on it. Suddenly Kal-El spun around to face the billionaire his eyes blazing as he raised his hand to backhand the man back into the room.

"Don't hurt him." Bruce said holding his breath. He held the cloak in his clenched fists waiting for the blow to fall. Superman's eyes continued to glow red, but he lowered his hand slowly still glaring at his captive.

"Why?" Kal-El spat.

"You promised. I stay here you hurt no one else. Hero's greatest sacrifice is himself, isn't it?" Bruce answered. Slowly the demonic glow began to die in Kal-El's eyes as he glared at his captive.

"Using my words against me, are you? You're correct, I did make a promise. Red heads have never been my type anyway. Fine, I won't lay a finger on Flash or anyone else for that matter. However…" Kal-El said as he grabbed Bruce's wrist and yanked him closer glaring down at him.

"The longer I'm made to wait the more…I need you. Remember that." Kal-El whispered. He kissed Bruce on the mouth one last time before he threw him back into the room.

Bruce crashed into the table and groaned as he slid to the floor. Holding his side as the door closed behind Superman with a low hiss. He sat there on the floor for a few minutes trying to regain his composure. Despite the warning Bruce was grateful for the sudden interruption of the Justice League. Grabbing the edge of the table he pulled himself to his feet. His side ached, but nothing was broken thank goodness.

Staggering away from the table he made another inspection of the room. By now it was more out of desperation rather than the careful inspection he had done earlier. As time went by Bruce found he had nothing to do beyond the dread of his captor returning.

He tried to train by throwing punches and kicks at the wall. Each time he moved a tongue of flame would lick up his back causing him to wince or even cry out in pain. Giving up training Bruce tried to recount, in detail, words from novels he had read. Reciting them from memory as best he could. Next he tried playing a word game where he named an animal for every last letter. Duck. Kangaroo. Octopus. Salamander. Rhinoceros. Salmon…

Bruce managed to keep going until he found himself repeating the names of animals he had already said before. Next he moved onto objects, but his mind began to wander. His thoughts turned to his situation. After today he had only one more day to deal with the alien. One more day of rape. Of waiting for Kal-El to return to satisfy his own sick desires. Being forced down onto the table so the alien could mount him. Take his pleasure and then just leaving. Not caring he had hurt one of his best friends and allies. Not caring if that same friend hurt...had been betrayed by one of the few people he trusted.

Batman closed his eyes suddenly feeling exhausted. He would not cry. No matter how much he wanted too he would not. He was the Batman. He was the night. He was the guardian of Gotham the city. He was the Dark Knight. He was…a victim. A prisoner.

A fucking plaything for a mad alien. Bruce thought bitterly. Drawing down his cowl he forced himself to look around at his prison again. Even if he did manage to get out what then? True, Superman could be lying about there being no one else around. Yet the fact that the alien had a secret hideout not even the Batman had known about spoke volumes. So Batman had to assume no one else knew about it either. Or if they did, Bruce had no idea where they were.

His best bet was to try and contact someone on the outside. To get kryptonite. Use it on Superman and force him to lead them to his fortress. Either that or get a tracker on the alien and then follow after him. Batman wondered if there were even some possible way for the kryptonite to just be sent to him via a small rocket or some other device.

Despite his attempt to keep his mind busy he began to idle. Finding himself staring at the crystal walls watching as the colors shifted and changed. To be surrounded by such beauty and know he was trapped by it. Bruce had long since finished his coffee and put the cup in the bag as well. Setting it on the side of the table with nothing else to do. His natural instincts always made him clean up.

Hours went by and still Superman did not come back. By later afternoon Batman could hear his stomach growling angrily. He was starving. He had already began to feel thirsty as well having nothing else to drink but the one cup of coffee. Was this Superman's plan? To starve him out so he'd be more compliant?

When night began to all Batman climbed back onto the table. Forced to huddle beneath his black cape for warmth as the freezing temperatures began to set in. He felt lost and exhausted. Closing his eyes he went back to sleep.

What were Alfred and Tim doing right now? Had Wally began to put two and two together? Did he suspect Superman had anything to do with his lover's disappearance? Batman repeated the questions to himself over and over until he drifted off.

He must have not been asleep long when he felt a hand on his back. He groaned not wanting to wake up. Batman felt stiff from sleeping on the hard surface. It didn't help he was covered in bruises from the forced encounters with Superman. The hand became more insistent moving down to rub the billionaire's back. Recognizing the touch Batman bolted up wide awake.

Superman stepped back as he gave his captive an amused look. Batman had hoped the alien would stay away for the next twenty four hours. His heart plummeted when he saw him. Superman held up another brown paper bag and set it on the table beside his captive. Along with a jug of water and a cup.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Bruce. I couldn't get away from them all day today. You should have seen Flash. He was dashing all over the world looking for you. Asking questions, making demands, and I heard he even threatened someone."

Batman stared down at the paper bag and water. Superman watched him with open fascination as he waited for the other to eat and drink. Despite his hunger and thirst Batman pushed the items away. Even if his mouth did feel dry he would not drink.

"Oh, playing that card are we? I'm not surprised. In the face of defeat you have no other choice. Starving yourself won't make me let you go. I can always force feed you the food. Know that if you die someone will take your place."

"You haven't defeated me yet."

"True, I have not. No doubt someone else will come along whose far stronger than I and defeat me at some point. The question is when, right? Whose side will they be on? Will they care you're here and attempt to save you? Or maybe they won't give a damn and just kill you on principal." Kal-El shrugged as he talked. He didn't seem to care whether he lost or not to this mysterious foe.

"There's no one stronger than you."

"On Earth? Probably. The rest of the universe? I doubt it. Kind of you to think so, anyway. I know for a fact you're far smarter than I. By now you probably have some plan to break out or contact a friend by some means I haven't thought of yet."

Batman said nothing refusing to show any emotion. Yet it surprised him. The blatant way Superman stated, admitted actually, he was not as intelligent as the man in front of him. Kal-El expected to be beaten at some point. Still the alien did not seem at all concerned.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because, simply put you're Batman. Your mind is your best weapon, isn't it? All you have left. Your will is even stronger. In this case I'm physically stronger than you." Kal-El reached into brown paper bag and drew out a small white box. Handling it carefully he set it on the table beside Batman.

Batman hesitated sensing a trap. Then he snatched the box away opening it up away from his face to see what was inside. Inside was a small, glowing green rock.

Kryptonite?

Batman drew out the small stone and held it in front of Kal-El. The alien backed away but a smile had begun to cross his face as he leered at his captive. Batman frowned wondering what the catch was. Why would the alien willingly had him his only weakness?

"Nasty stuff, isn't it? Sometimes I wish it never existed." Kal-El said sourly. Staring at him Batman had a sudden thought. Maybe Lex Luthor had been wrong. Perhaps Superman had retained some type of morale sense. By handing over the kryptonite to his captive he was in essence denying himself his own satisfaction.

Batman got off the table and walked towards his captor holding out the rock in front of him. Superman grunted and fell to his knees clutching his chest in pain. He glared up at Batman hatred burning his eyes. After a second thought Bruce lunged punching Superman in the face. Again the alien grunted as blood began to stream down his chin. Then, suddenly, he smiled catching Batman's second fist.

In a vice like grip he pushed Batman's fist back as he stood up. Forcing him back towards the table as he reached out and grabbed the kryptonite and tossed it over his shoulder as if it were nothing more than a pebble. Bruce stared his mind reeling as he was slammed onto the table. Superman rose above him hovering above his captive his eyes narrowed even as cruel laughter poured from his mouth as he grinned down at his former friend.

"What's wrong, Batman? Even when I hand you my defeat on a silver platter you still mess it up." His tone was mocking as he pulled Batman the rest of the way onto the table. Floating above him his eyes had a red glow to them in the pale silvery light of the crystals.

"You liar. That wasn't kryptonite." Batman spat. Kal-El chuckled as he floated lower down to Batman so their faces were only inches apart.

"Yes it was. The exact same rock which gave Lex Luthor cancer. Same stuff that makes Clark Kent so weak." Kal-El said quirking a brow at Batman.

"Or the question is, does kryptonite truly make Clark weak? Or does he only think it does?" Batman blinked as he considered the question. A horrified realization beginning to creep up on him.

"You mean…?"

"Yes. The mind is a powerful thing, don't you know? Say, for instance, if I gave you an injection and told you it was cyanide you would begin to show signs of cyanide poisoning. Convulsions, low blood pressure, slow heart rate, and your breathing can even slow to the point of death. However, what I don't tell you I only injected you with water."

Batman's breathing had begun to pick up as he considered the idea. What Superman said was true. There had been trials, commonly known as a placebo effect, in which doctors would give a patient only sugar pills or water. When the patient thought they had been given the drug they asked for their symptoms would go away. There were even instances where the placebo effect was believed to be so extreme on patients they could potentially injure themselves or shows signs of sickness. Sometimes even resulting in death.

"So you're weak to kryptonite in your head. Not in real life." Batman said dully. Kal-El chuckled again nodding his head.

"Believe it or not, I have sufficient control over my power. I can lower it and raise it anytime I choose. Which how I was able to bleed when you punched me." Reaching up he wiped a bit of blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. Pulling his hand back the alien studied it fascinated before wiping it on his suit.

"Before you ask, yes, Clark Kent can die if exposed to kryptonite for too long. He seriously believes it is his one true weakness. In my true state, however, I only pretended to be weak to it to gain my revenge on Lex Luthor. He now suffers a slow, humiliating death by cancer rather than at the hands of me. Ironic, isn't it?" Kal-El explained calmly. Batman's gaze flickered to the kryptonite again. Noticing where his captive looked the alien turned his head and shot a laser at the stone. It exploded on the spot sending harmless shards in all directions.

"Do you truly believe someone as powerful as me would be defeated by a pebble?" Superman said quietly as he returned his gaze to Batman.

"Goliath was brought down by a pebble."

"Goliath was a human freak who could not see straight. Perhaps you are right. My defeat will be brought about by a simple plan. Probably something I overlook, no doubt. In the meantime, however, I do believe you and I have some unfinished business to discuss."

Kal-El dropped down onto Batman automatically reaching for his wrists. Moving fast Batman rolled off the table onto the floor. Above him he heard the alien curse as his hand hit the table. Spinning Batman drew out two Batarangs, all he had left. He had managed to slip them out of his utility belt before Superman had turned it to ash.

Superman hovered upward his eyes narrowed in annoyance when he spotted his quarry. Batman crouched in the corner spreading his cloak out so it hid his hands. He glared at the alien daring him to come closer. Instead of charging directly towards him Kal-El landed on the ground his crimson cape flapping around him as he walked slowly towards the crime fighter.

"Enough of this, Batman. You know it will eventually happen. Whether you submit and make it easier on yourself or resist making the experience all the more painful is wholly up to you." Kal-El teased. Batman's eyes narrowed as he readied one of his Batarangs.

"You talk to much." Batman snarled as he charged forward.

He whirled in mid-air letting loose the Batarang as he ducked just out of reach of Superman's fingers. He heard a sharp snarl when the piece of metal hit the alien in the face. Grabbing the red cloak Batman dragged him towards the wall. Automatically a door opened which he slipped through yanking the cloak with him. It snapped off cleanly as the door closed behind him separating him from the powerful alien.

I have to move fast. Warn the Justice League. Batman thought. He found himself in what appeared to be some sort of council room. There was a long table made of the same shimmering crystals as the rest of the fortress. Seats on either side of the table indicating further it was a meeting place. In the next room he heard Superman roar as suddenly the whole fortress shook with the sound of thundering punches.

Keeping a grip on the cloak Batman kept moving heading to another door. This one slid open as well as he approached. He let out a small sigh of relief as he ran faster and faster. Dashing past rooms eerily silent in the huge fortress. Where had all the people gone? Had Superman killed them all while in heat?

By now Batman was sure he had become lost. All he could keep doing was going through door after door hoping he would come to one that led outside. When he hit a dead end sometimes he was forced to back track and head in the opposite direction. Until he came to one door which opened and a blast of cold air hit him in the face. Despite the freezing temperatures Batman took a deep breath of the searing wind. Closing his eyes as he enjoyed a moment of freedom before snapping them back open again.

This place is strong. He wasn't able to break through. He's silent now though. I can't hear anymore punches.

Batman studied the sky and the sides searching for any signs of the alien. He heard and saw nothing, but that did not mean Superman was not lurking somewhere close by. Looking over his shoulder Batman folded the cloak and shoved it under his arm. He may need to slip back into the fortress later.

Sticking to the shadows he slipped along the wall his heart pounding as he looked for a place to slip off too. On all sides he saw nothing but ice as Superman had said he would. In the distance he spotted sheer glaciers rising up to pierce the sky. Above his head the aurora borealis played across the sky. Casting rainbows across the ground and fleeing figure beneath it.

As he moved Batman began to feel the harshness of the cold set in. His boots crunched in the freshly fallen snow despite his best efforts to remain silent. Pausing for a few precious seconds he shook out the crimson cape and wrapped it around his body beneath his own cape. To his surprise Superman's cape was soft to the touch. It felt smooth as silk, but was soft like wool.

It kept the cold out greatly. So well in fact Batman wondered what material the cape was made of. Perhaps another leftover from the alien's home planet he had decided to keep. Continuing to walk he broke away from the shelter of the fortress heading towards a large snowdrift. Already the wind had begun to pick up whipping his black cape around his shoulders.

"How far do you think you'll get before hypothermia sets in?" Batman froze in his tracks when heard the voice. Behind him he heard the crunch of footsteps as Superman walked up to stand beside him gazing down at the other man.

"I'll give you credit for the attempt, Bruce. Very clever of you. I come with the cape, however." Kal-El said as he came around to face the other man. When Batman ducked to throw a punch Kal-El easily caught his fist. Twisting his wrist as he reached up grabbed the red cape twisting it into a tight knot as he drew it upwards so it hung around Batman's neck.

Bruce began to choke as the cloth tightened around his neck like a noose. He clawed at it trying to draw it off as above him Superman watched him with detached interest. And then suddenly Superman began to rise upward dragging the crime fighter along with him. Batman's boots scraped against the ice as he kicked and struggled to hold his ground. Soon he kicked at nothing but open air as he dangled several feet off the ground struggling for air.

Keeping a firm grip on his makeshift noose Superman flew back to the fortress. When he heard Batman's heart begin to slow he would unwind some of his cape which he kept wound around his wrist. Allowing the man to drop to the ground and catch a few lifesaving breaths before yanking him back upward like a dog on a leash. In this fashion it took twenty minutes to take the billionaire back to the tower.

Once back inside Superman did not stop in the room with the table. Instead he continued on dropping down to walk but still yanking Batman after him. The crime fighter followed having no other choice. Instead of heading left where Batman had fled Kal-El went right. Passing through only two doors before he came to a room different from the others.

Right then Batman knew the room was different from all the others. Unlike the other rooms which had been made purely out of crystal this room had actual furniture in it. To the side were a few bookshelves filled with novels. A large desk shoved up against the wall with a closed laptop on it. Papers scattered across it with Clark's handwriting on it marking off parts of what appeared to be newspaper articles for the Daily Planet. Right in the middle dominating in the space was a large bed the size of two king sized beds put together. Pristine beige sheets had been smoothed over the expanse of mattress. Plump pillows lining the headboard welcoming for a person to lay down.

Dragging his captive around Superman kept the red cape twisted to prevent the billionaire from escaping. Frowning down at the other man he clucked his tongue shaking his head.

"This once I'll forgive you for running away, Batman. Next time, however, these walls will run red with someone's blood. You understand? Wally would be a good start. He always looked good bathed in crimson, or don't you agree?" Kal-El asked him. Bruce's nostrils flared as he focused on taking in each breath. His vision had started to fade in and out as he struggled to draw in enough breath to just stay conscious.

"You wouldn't…dare you…bastard." Batman struggled to say. Kal-El blinked in surprise at the curse then began laughing. Stopping after a minute to give the crime fighter an amused look.

"Yes, I would actually. I just haven't acted on my threats merely because I find you cute. My own little bat trapped in a gilded cage. If you don't believe me, however, I can always go fetch the Flash right now. You miss him, don't you? I saw the look on your face when you heard his voice over the radio this morning." Kal-El stated calmly.

Bruce thought of Wally. Of what he might do if he discovered Superman had taken his lover hostage. No doubt the hot headed superhero would set out to save his love. They had been together a little over three years now, had known each other for five. Kal-El had since lowered Batman so the man now stood on his own two feet. The twisted cape preventing him from escaping.

"No. I believe you." Batman whispered quietly. One more day. He just had to stay there for one more day. Today had not been so bad for him, had it? Superman had been gone most of that time. His responsibilities to the team kept him away. Knowing he was coming back home to the infamous Batman, the shadow king of the entire Justice League kept the alien from going after anyone else.

"I'll stay so long as you promise not to harm anyone else." Batman said. Superman laughed again his voice bouncing off the walls.

"Making deals now? As if you're in the position. Fine, Batman. As long as you remain within these walls I will not harm those closest to you. Now that we have our deal, are you ready to meet your end of the bargain?"

Kal-El released his hold on the twisted cape letting fall down to hang around Batman's neck. The billionaire gasped reaching up to massage his bruised throat. Despite the softness of the cape it had chaffed his neck raw. He coughed as he struggled to breathe gasping as his head began to finally clear.

A concerned look passed over Kal-El's face as he watched the man. Coming over he put a gentle hand on the side of Batman's neck massaging the damaged flesh. Automatically Batman pulled away from the touch. He saw Superman frown as the alien reached out again this time grabbing the billionaire's arm tossing him onto the bed.

"I've had enough of this, Batman. You already know what I want. Either submit and give it to me. Or fight and be beaten for it. Which will you choose?" Kal-El said as he came onto the bed as well.

When Batman tried to sit a hand on his chest pinned him back down to the bed. He stared back up at his friend with a wide-eyed stare of disbelief. Seeing his former friend's expression Superman chuckled bending down to lightly nibble at the man's neck.

Batman went rigid when he felt the first unwelcome touch. He placed his hands on Superman's shoulders meaning to shove him off. On top of him the alien shifted putting a knee in between Batman's legs and forcing him to spread them wider. Bruce's panic only grew as he began to struggle attempting to throw the man off.

"Hold still, Bruce." Kal-El whispered quietly into his captive's ear. His voice holding an unsaid threat.

Bruce paused for a moment as he gazed into the alien's eyes. They were completely cold. There was no remorse, no regret in what he was doing. Kal-El was in complete control with only one thought of his mind. He was in heat and the only person who could alleviate his lust in his mind was the man beneath him. Kal-El had claimed Batman as his own and had no thoughts of letting him go anytime soon.

After another minute Batman admitted defeat. His hands went limp as he fell back against the pillows gazing up at his former ally. A triumphant smile spread across Kal-El's face as he shifted into a more comfortable position over the other man. Bending his head back down his mouth fell back over Batman's as he began to explore the other man's mouth with his own.

Batman fisted his hands in the red cape beneath him. There was nothing he could do. Any tactic he could think of, any strategy Kal-El would knock down with ease. Deep down the billionaire knew there was a way to win. There always was. Only now he did not know what it was. He would have to wait and bid his time. When Clark came back to his senses he could leave this place. It would not be long. Just one day.

One day.

Kal-El reached down grabbed Batman's leg drawing it around his waist as his touches became more urgent. After a few minutes of making out with the billionaire Batman felt a hand slip down and begin to work his pants loose. Without thinking Bruce reached down and grabbed Superman's wrist in a desperate grip.

"Please." Batman whispered. Kal-El stopped pulling back to glare down at his captive.

"You agreed, Bruce. What is it this time?" Kal-El snapped irritably. Already Batman could see the alien was clearly hard. He did not like to be kept waiting it seemed.

"Isn't there a way to make it easier?"

"Don't stop me when I'm about to stick it in."

"No I mean…" Batman said trailing off. Kal-El's frown deepened each second his brow furrowing. In a minute he would stop listening to the crime fighter all together.

"I'm complying with your demands. The least you could do is make it easier on me. Keep going in dry and my body won't last much longer." Batman shot at him. There was a note of desperation in his voice. Almost as if he were on the borderline of begging the alien to stop.

Superman paused a thoughtful look on his face. He gazed down at his captive with hooded eyes mulling the idea over. For a moment Batman thought he had him until Kal-El shook his head.

"I would if you didn't keep being so defiant. This time you deserve punishment. Next time I'll make it easier on you." Kal-El answered in a bored tone.

With that said he bent his head down and bit the soft skin of Batman's throat. Sucking on it he began to draw the man's pants down. When the billionaire tried to draw his legs closed Superman's knee was there to force them open again.

He couldn't help it. When he felt the first thrust enter his body Batman buried his head into Superman's shoulder. Unlike the first two times this was face to face. It was the ultimate betrayal. Meaning Kal-El to gaze directly into his captive's eyes and fuck him without a second thought. He didn't care if his touch went unwanted. It didn't matter to him if a man with an iron will was reduced to dry sobs clutching desperately at the crimson cape beneath him as if anchoring himself to reality.

Unlike the first two times Kal-El did not finish up in a matter of few minutes. He dragged the experience out for his own pleasure and to Batman's horror. He tore at the other man's body enjoying hearing him the sharp gasps of agony coming from the human. He let out a soft chuckle whenever Batman tried to throw him off without any success. Pounding relentlessly into the other's body until fresh began to flow from chaffing.

Flipping Bruce over he yanked back the man's cowl exposing his face. The billionaire's eyes were wide tears flowing down his face unchecked. When he saw what had happened Kal-El only laughed louder. Bending his head down to lap at the tears as he shoved Bruce's head down into the pillow. Thrusting into the man with loud moans of pleasure panting as he began to feel a knot tightening in his body. He was close. So close…

Bruce squeezed his eyes shut clutching the cape beneath him close. Superman's thrusts became stronger and more urgent. Finally the alien gave a final groan as he came into the other man burying his head in Bruce's shoulder. Kal-El let out a soft sigh of contentment as he drew the billionaire's pants back up over the mess he had made. Rolling over onto his side his back to his captive he spoke a word in a strange language and the crystals dimmed to their usual pale hue.

Beside him the blankets rustled as Kal-El pulled the blankets over himself settling down into the down mattress. Within moments Bruce heard the alien's breath begin to slow as he slipped off into sleep. Shocked he raised his head and stared at his captor with tear streaked eyes.

He rapes me and then goes to sleep. He doesn't even give me a second thought. Bruce thought as he stared down at the still form.

He didn't know what to do. Should he leave? He had the cape. Obviously having it with him allowed him to open the doors to the fortress. Where would he go? Back into the room with the glowing table? Attempt to sneak back outside and take his chances with the ice? He could do none of these things without alerting Kal-El.

Out of some type of need to be acknowledged Bruce reached out to his former friend out of instinct. He shook the alien's shoulder hoping the person who would wake up would be Clark. Clark would understand. Of course Clark would be horrified to hear what he had done to his best friend. Clark would insist on taking him directly back to the Justice League where they could work out an antidote for the alien going into heat.

Kal-El's eyes snapped open as he sat up glaring at his captive. His eyes blazed an unearthly green in the dark as he glared at Bruce. Pissed he reached up and grabbed the billionaire's hand began to squeeze it until the bones ground together.

"You have two choices. One, go to sleep. Two, I fuck you again. Harder than last time until you're screaming." Kal-El's voice was flat. He would do the second choice too. Bruce could see that in his eyes. Shaking his head mutely Bruce laid down turning his back to the alien. He heard a few quiet curses before the other man settled back down drawing the blankets down around him.

Rubbing his aching hand Bruce drew his own cape around himself. When he had first become the Batman he had felt a sense of confidence descend over him. Each night he went out he knew he risked not coming back. When he returned to the Batcave it was a victory knowing he had made Gotham a safer place for everyone in the city. Now, being trapped in the middle of nowhere he had been defeated twice as the Batman. He no longer felt that sense of confidence. With the cowl off he was nothing more than a man. A single man against the world.

Bruce buried his face in Superman's cape to hide his tears. He had not cried ever since his parents had been killed. Even if he had been raped he thought it would take more than this to make him cry. Yet the fresh betrayal still made his heart ache. Having heard Wally's voice over the radio had broken his heart. What was his partner doing right now? Was he lying in bed like he was, wondering where his lover was? Alfred would be worried as well. No doubt having set dinner for two people, and then realizing with a jolt Master Wayne was not there to dine.

Closing his eyes Bruce drifted off into an uneasy sleep. Still holding onto the crimson cape as if it were his only salvation.