Chapter 6

Bruce lay on the bed staring at the wall. He was on his stomach his eyes half closed as if he were about to fall asleep. His hair damp and a messy black bush. Kal-El paced around the room muttering to himself as he dressed running a hand through his hair to check it was in place. He had already packed his laptop and now it sat in its case on top of the desk waiting for him to take it back to Metropolis.

When Kal-El came over to the bed to bend over him the billionaire tensed expecting to be hit. His cheek had become swollen from the strike earlier in the hot spring. Dressed in the black slacks and white T-shirt he seemed younger to the alien. Kal-El only kissed the top of Bruce's head almost tenderly as he patted his shoulder.

"I'll be back tonight. You have my cape, so you can explore while I'm gone. Just don't go outside or you'll freeze to death." Kal-El instructed him calmly. Bruce's eyes flickered as he gazed up at the alien. They were dull holding none of the fire they usually did. It was hard to imagine it was the same man who was behind the mask of Batman.

"Okay."

"You won't try to escape again?"

"No."

"Will you miss me while I'm gone?"

"No."

"Wrong answer, Bruce."

"It's the truth."

"Fair enough. I'll see you tonight, my little bat." Then Kal-El left. He didn't give a backwards glance as he clipped a spare cape around his shoulders. Settling the laptop bag securely on his shoulder as he left.

Bruce didn't do much. He left the bed to stare at the books. They were mostly mystery novels. A few sci-fi ones he recognized. Then he grabbed the cape and wrapped it around his shoulders shivering as he walked barefooted out of the room. He had not bothered to retrieve his suit from the hot spring.

The floor was warm, and so was the room. But outside of Superman's room the rest of the fortress was freezing. Kal-El's crimson cloak the only thing keeping the billionaire from catching hypothermia. He walked wearily through the rooms having no particular destination in mind. It didn't take him long before he grew bored of exploring the fortress. His back still hurt from his earlier confrontation. Twice in less than an hour.

Bruce found himself heading back into the main room. The vast one with the table in the middle. Staring at it he wondered what to do next. When Kal-El was gone there was nothing to do. He didn't feel like reading at all. There was no training, no paperwork, and no Wally to help past the time. It was just him and his thoughts. Waiting in dread for his tormentor to return.

He went back into Superman's room and retrieved a pillow. Heading back into the main room he smoothed the pillow out on the table. Climbing up he lay down on his side huddling beneath the cape. Clinging to it like a security blanket as he closed his eyes. Why his rapist's cape would give him comfort Bruce could not say. Perhaps because Clark had been wearing it before he had lost leave of his senses.

After today it's all over. I don't have to tell anyone except Clark. If the others ask I'll just say I was following a lead on the Joker. I can even say Lex Luthor in case they saw the files.

Bruce slumbered for half of the day. When he awoke in the afternoon he saw a covered plate near his head. When he sat up and called out no one answered him. Unwrapping the foil he found a still warm steak, fries, and chili in a small bowl along with utensils to eat them with. He ate the food barely tasting it. When he was finished he got off the table and drank some water. His head ached as if he had banged it against the wall. After a few minutes Bruce decided he was still tired. He climbed back onto the table and fell fast asleep again.

"Bruce? Bruce! Wake up. Are you okay?" A hand shaking his shoulder. Automatically he recognized the voice. Bruce shot up like a bullet clutching the red cape to his chest as he stared wild eyed at the owner.

Superman stared at him in complete shock. The alien's eyes were wide at finding his comrade in his hideout. He had told no one of its existence. When he reached out to the billionaire Bruce only flinched away still clinging to his cape.

"What are you doing here? How did you get here?" Clark asked. He could hear the pounding of the man's heart. There was a clear bruise on the man's cheek which had turned several different shades of green and purple. What had got Bruce so terrified he would hide out here in the middle of the Arctic?

"Please, no more." Bruce begged. He had begun to shake huddled beneath the cape.

"I said I wouldn't leave. Please. Please." Bruce said. Clark could only stare aghast as he tried to figure out what was wrong with the man. This wasn't Batman, was it? It must be. He knew no other person who looked and sounded exactly like Bruce Wayne.

"Calm down, Bruce. It's me. Clark. You remember, right? Clark Kent, a reporter for the Daily Planet?" Clark said soothingly. Inside he felt a small measure of relief at finding his friend alive. Back at the Justice League everything had been shot to hell. Flash had been on full panic mode demanding they all take action to save Batman. Wonder Woman had come back with claims Gotham was being overrun already with crime. Lois had called him demanding why he had acted like a jerk towards her over the phone. And now to find Bruce cowering away from him in his secret hideout…

"Bruce, please, relax. I'm not going to hurt you." Superman said gently. Bruce shook his head frantically his blue eyes widening with horror as he scrambled backwards away from the superhero.

"Okay, okay. Look. See? I'm not going to do anything." Superman said raising his hands to show his palms. Bruce stared at him his eyes glistening with tears. Slowly the alien walked backwards his cape fluttering around him. He felt a headache building behind his eyes which made him groan internally. It must be the stress of the day catching up with him.

Bruce sat up and stared at him. Clark continued to keep his palms held up to show his hands were empty. Of course, he never used any weapons but it would at least reassure his friend he meant him no harm. He wondered about smiling as well but decided against it. Instead he nodded slowly to Bruce when the billionaire crept closer across the table still staring at him as if mesmerized. Did he really think Clark would ever hurt him? They were best friends.

"Clark? It's really you, isn't it?" Bruce asked shakily. Clark nodded slowly as he waited for the man to approach him.

"Yes, Bruce, it's me. Can I put my hands down now?" Clark asked. Bruce considered this request then nodded his head. With a sigh the superhero lowered his arms but still remained where he was.

"What are you doing here?" Bruce asked. Clark blinked wondering what to say to that. Well, no point in lying now he supposed.

"It's my hideout. This is the Supercave. I got jealous and decided to get one of my own." Clark offered with a kind smile at the bad joke. Bruce only stared at him mutely not daring to approach. After a few seconds Clark dropped the smile as he closed his eyes and massaged his temple. Why did he have such a damn headache?

"Clark?"

"Yes, Bruce?"

"Are you sure you're yourself?" Clark frowned at the question.

"Who else would I be?"

"Kal-El." Clark froze at the name. He opened his eyes as he frowned at his friend. Bruce had regained some of his courage beginning to seem more himself. Barefooted and with the crimson cape wrapped around his shoulders he seemed so vulnerable. Clark felt himself begin to blush gazing at the other man. If he told Bruce right now he looked cute dressed like that he would kill him. He knew it.

"That's my kryptonian name, Bruce. You know I go by Clark Kent anyway. I have two names already, do I really need a third one?"

"Then what would you call him?"

"Who?"

"You know who."

"No I don't actually. I think we need to get you to a hospital."

"NO!" Clark stared at the sudden denial. Bruce was clearly upset as he yelled the last part. Clark ground his teeth together as the pressure continued to build up behind his eyes. His day could not have been that bad, had it?

"Fine, I won't take you to a hospital. You seem physically okay at the moment. Mentally, though, you're losing it Bruce. At least let me take you back to the Watchtower. So J'onn can take a look at you. Or at least tell me why you're so scared." Clark insisted gently. He blinked as he felt black spots appear before his eyes.

"Do you promise to listen to me? You have to believe me Clark, I'm not lying. You're not going to like what I have to tell you."

"I don't like a lot of things, Bruce. One of them is my pet bat trying to tattle when he made a promise to stay." Kal-El sneered as he glared down at the human. Bruce froze his eyes wide at the sudden change. He turned to run but Kal-El came forward at inhuman speed, catching the billionaire around the waist as he spun him around to face him.

"You should know better, Batman. It's not quite that easy. Good to see you ate your lunch. I thought I might have to shove it down your throat." Kal-El said noticing the empty plate. Bruce tried to pull away but he was held in place by a vice like grip.

"I'm sorry." Bruce said dread of being hurt making him break out in a cold sweat. Kal-El quirked a brow surprised at the apology. Then he smirked kissing his captive on top of the head.

"And you are forgiven. Since you seem so eager to please me I'll let it go just this once. I rather like you compliant. See how it works? Isn't it easier to just obey me?" Kal-El asked. Bruce nodded his head as the alien slipped an arm around the man's shoulders. Leading him away from the room back to his bedroom. Bruce's feet slapped against the floor as Kal-El walked with silent steps. Only the swish of his cape indicating he moved at all.

"You'll be pleased to know Wally is fine. Frantic with worry for you, but fine. I also did a bit of babysitting in Gotham this morning. Nightwing arrived to take the night shift and volunteered to stay at the mansion until you were found." Kal-El explained. He seemed almost in a cheerful mood as he talked.

Bruce gave no indication he heard. He had been hoping Clark would be the one to save him. Had relied so heavily on those words Lex had said to him. That the alien remained in heat for only three days at most. Well, it still technically was the third day. Maybe…maybe Clark would be back in the morning. At least he was still in there.

"How has my pet bat been since I've been alone all day? Poor thing, you must have been so lonely." Kal-El said nuzzling Bruce's hair as he spoke. Bruce shifted uncomfortably beneath the unfamiliar touches. Clark had always been taller than him by a few inches, but it had never bothered him until now. He also hadn't noticed how much more muscular the alien was as well. One time Superman had been so happy to see his friend he had run forward and wrapped his arms right around the crime fighter lifting him off his feet.

"Fine. I guess. I slept all day." Bruce answered stiffly. There was always a sinister purpose every time Kal-El showed the least bit of affection for him.

"Hm, once a bat always a bat? I'm not overly surprised I guess. You could have at least did something else than nap like cat all day. Oh well, that just means you and I have more time to spend together." Kal-El said calmly as they walked into the bedroom.

Bruce's fists tightened in the cape around his shoulders as his eyes flickered over to the bed. He supposed when Superman had brought the food over he had made the bed as well. The comforters was smoothed down on all sides. It looked perfect except for the missing pillow which Bruce had taken earlier.

Kal-El continued to talk as he led the billionaire over to the bed. When tugged at the cape Bruce let it go reluctantly dread building up in his belly. Kal-El pushed the man down so he was sitting down and stood there studying him. Bruce fisted his hands in the covers as the alien looked him over.

"I suppose I have been too rough with your body, haven't I? I keep forgetting you're mortal. You know, I once heard the Joker say you're anything but mortal. Funny since he was offering to take off my head at the time." Kal-El commented as he walked away from his captive. He sighed as he drew off his cape allowing it to puddle on the floor.

"How long are you going to keep me here?" Bruce asked quietly. Kal-El cocked as head as if he could barely hear the man as he turned around to stare at him.

"Forever. Or until you die of old age, I suppose. You're still young however and very strong. I doubt you will be dying of cardiac arrest anytime soon." Kal-El retrieved something from his desk and turning around came back to Bruce. The billionaire tensed wondering what he was in store for now.

Still Kal-El's touches remained gentle and tender. He smoothed back Bruce's unkempt hair as he bent down to make-out with him. The kisses were fierce, demanding the other man respond. Bruce had no choice as he pushed back onto the bed his arms wrapped the other's shoulders. Above him Kal-El let out a soft groan as he pressed his erection against Bruce's own limp member. Grinding his hips on the man as he hissed at the friction.

To Kal-El the billionaire was dangerously delicious. As he teased the other man by grinding up against him tucking at the belt loop of his pants. His greatest turn on had been when he had taken Bruce while he had been dressed as the Batman. Just seeing the crime fighter forced beneath him panting heavily as he braced himself against the embrace of the alien almost had Kal-El coming on the spot. When he had finished with Bruce that morning he had gone back to clean the suit. It now hung pristine and repaired in another room of the fortress. What would his pet bat say if he knew his captor's weakness?

Bruce whimpered when he felt the alien tug at the belt loop of his pants. Kal-El had given him nothing else to where beneath the clothes. Ignoring his captive's protests Kal-El slipped his hand down the front of Bruce's pants. Gently massaging the billionaire's limp member as he continued to bump up against him. Beneath him he felt his captive stir trying to pull away. Grinning to himself the alien continued to tug at the swelling member as he felt Bruce continually shifting beneath him trying to break the contact.

"I know you want it, Bruce. Your body knows it too. It craves this. Better than pain, isn't it? Just give in, my little bat. It'll be easier on you in the end." Kal-El whispered into the other's neck. Bruce protested by trying to roll away. The alien kept him pinned down without hardly any effort as he began to tug at the billionaire's erection causing him to grunt with the effort. Kal-El laughed as he saw Bruce's face flush a look of horror on his face as he was faced with continuing on towards his climax or to refuse and be punished.

"No, no, I won't enjoy. You can't make me. I refuse to." Bruce protested weakly. Kal-El only kissed the man's forehead his hand moving faster as he drew the man's erection out fully.

Bruce dug his nails into Kal-El's back groaning as he dug his heels into the mattress trying to ignore the growing pressure building in between his legs. He bit his bottom lip and turned his head away trying to ignore it. Yet as the alien continued the billionaire found himself opening his mouth openly panting as his hips jerked involuntary into the motion of his captor's hand. He even moaned as he began to arch his back writhing beneath the other man as his grip tightened.

"Mmm, see, you like it don't you? I told you it will be easier. You'll even enjoy yourself." Kal-El whispered as continued to jack-off the billionaire. Beneath him Bruce kept bumping into the alien's own swollen member making him groan internally. He wanted so much to sheathe himself in his captive up the hilt. He held back promising himself he would have his own satisfaction soon.

Finally Bruce's pants became more urgent. He jerked his hips groaning as Kal-El jacked him off. When the alien squeezed his hand moving rapidly up and down the billionaire came with a sharp cry. His cum stained his tormentor's hand in white mess. In between white spots were dotted over Kal-El's costume and Bruce's shirt.

Without waiting Kal-El flipped Bruce over yanking down the man's pants. Bruce struggled clawing at the bed as he tried to crawl away. He felt the alien's hand slip down and shove two fingers into his entrance. Slicking the billionaire's cum down until he hit the man's prostate scissoring his fingers as he prepared the man.

Bruce closed his eyes still flushed from his climax. His stomach tensed when he felt the fingers entered him. Burying his head in the covers sobs began to shake his shoulders behind him Kal-El withdrew his fingers. Rising up to sheathe himself inside the other man as he began rock his hips. Thrusting in with wet sucking sounds as he groaned allowed at finally being enter the other man. The alien had been waiting all day to mount the other man. It was a relief when he could finally cover himself in Bruce's tight heat.

He ignored the cries coming from his captive as he pounded into him relentlessly. Knowing he was covered in Bruce's own cum only made him harder. Grabbing the other man's hips he stood up keeping Bruce bent over edge of the bed. He began slam himself harder into the billionaire causing the man to cry out. Kal-El actually growled as his need became more urgent. Handling his captive rougher as with a final shout he spent his hot seed in the man.

Beneath him Bruce had been reduced to quiet sobs. Kal-El sighed closing his eyes completely spent. He climbed back onto the bed, still inside the other man, and began to kiss the billionaire's tears away. Reaching down he began massage Bruce's limp member again to make the other man harden.

They did it twice more in the next hour and a half. Kal-El made the man come again and again against his will until he was satisfied Bruce had been forced to enjoy the entire experience. Afterwards he made the crystals dim as he held his captive in his arms talking to him quietly as he stroked his hair.

Kal-El thought Bruce was the most intriguing creature he had ever known. Dressed as the Batman the billionaire was transformed. Staring down at anyone through the narrowed slits his gaze seemed to penetrate one's very soul. How many times had he admired the crime fighter from afar watching as he swiftly took down his enemies? Striking from the shadows like a cobra before melting back into the night. Even with his excellent vision it always sent a thrill down Kal-El's spine to see Batman approach him. His black cape draped over his entire body hiding the thick muscle beneath. As the man began to talk his voice naturally deep as he spoke. Kal-El almost wanted to make the man talk to him in that voice. He could come at the sound of it too.

He could not understand Clark's shyness of the human. Clark became uncomfortable when he heard of the Flash and Batman hooking up. The two were such an unlikely pair it came as a whole surprise to the entire league. Wonder Woman had only stared at the two, the silent brooding figure and the eager young man. She shook her head and left it at that. Perhaps opposites really did attract.

Kal-El bit at the back of Bruce's neck teasingly as he ran his hands over the planes of the man's body. The billionaire whimpered beneath his touch shrinking away from it. When Kal-El frowned displeased the man crept back shivering. He continued to stroke the man like a pet as he considered what to do with him next.

No one in the league was aware of where the Batman was. Flash continued his frantic search for his lover continually gone as he checked every nook and cranny he could think of. Not returning the Watchtower until he was almost a walking skeleton. Forgetting to eat to keep up with his high metabolism as he searched. When he did sit down for a meal he ate for only a few minutes. Cramming food into his mouth before he was off again. Wonder Woman had been the one to demand the Flash lay down to rest for a few hours. Stating Bruce would have told him the same thing to the superhero. To think it through and look study the clues with a clear head.

"Please, let me go." Bruce's voice cracked as he spoke. Kal-El had wrapped the billionaire in his crimson cape admiring the way the cape made the other man appear. He had never known the man to look so delicate or young as he did right then.

"No. You're mine. I can do whatever I want with you." Kal-El answered chuckling. He kissed the figure huddled against the pillows as he wrapped his arms around the man's waist. Pulling him closer until Bruce's head was cradled against his shoulder.

And so he slept.