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Chapter 8

Bruce stopped fighting it after a while. He saw no point in resisting. Each day Kal-El would leave him a meal to eat so he didn't die of starvation. Providing the man with enough fresh water so he would be satiated.

Sometimes the alien would come back early complaining about his day. He could talk for hours without stopping as he stroked Bruce's hair. Smoothing it back as he ran his hands through it and then made it into spikes. The burn on the billionaire's healed but left a scar. Kal-El had burned the bat symbol onto his captive's back. He thought it made his captive look all the more beautiful.

There were days Kal-El would return late in the night and be angry. Unless Bruce did something to displease the alien Kal-El usually did not take out on the man. At times he seemed to be exceedingly gentle when he handled the man. As if he feared of breaking him with the slightest touch. At other times it seemed as if he could care less for the other male's welfare as he bent him over the edge of his desk. Thrusting into him with a cry of pleasure as he plunged into the other man's heat.

Bruce learned to ignore the forced confrontations. He became adept as letting his mind go somewhere else as Kal-El entered him. Noticing he was being ignored the alien began to demand the billionaire participate more. Usually jacking the man off to get his attention forcing Bruce to cry out as he climaxed.

His mind became dull as he was left to constantly idle in the fortress. He had read all the books on the shelves at least three times. Had lost all track of time. Bruce was only dimly aware of when the alien returned each day. If Kal-El should have a day off he spent it in bed with his captive. Playing with his body and taking his time in enjoying his "pet bat" as he liked to put it.

There was a word once in a while about Flash. Kal-El would tell him about how the young hero still constantly searched for his lover. Eventually Flash, even though he was part of the original seven, had left the League all together. Claiming he could no longer deal with helping to keep the world safe. He could not understand why their true leader, Batman, would leave without so much as word. Rumor had it Flash continued his search.

It was on one of the endless days Bruce stared numbly at the wall. He had spent a night of harsh punishment Kal-El as the alien constantly woke him up at least every hour to have sex. Eyes closed he tried to sleep but it would not come. Bruce did that all the time now. He slept. Sometimes he would dream of Flash, of being back at home with him and Alfred. Talking with Tim and helping him train. Dick calling to check up on his "old man" to make sure Bruce was doing all right. Even so the dreams always ended too soon. At times they seemed like a bigger torture than what Kal-El did.

Rolling over onto his back Bruce bit back a groan. His wound had healed cleanly, but Kal-El had handled him roughly last night. Shoving so hard into the billionaire Bruce was positive his tailbone was bruised. With a tired sigh he drew a pillow over his face as he rolled back onto his stomach in defeat. He could spend all day in bed with nothing to do. Kal-El always took the laptop with him and absolutely refused to ever allow the other man near it.

Shifting uncomfortably Bruce thought of Wally. On one rare day when he had found himself at the mansion one early afternoon. With nothing to do except to stare out his window thinking. Alfred had been surprised as well. A mistake had been made in Bruce's scheduling, and there were no business meetings for the rest of the day. His surprise had been even greater when Wally had come home still in his Flash uniform. When he saw Bruce a mischievous grin spread across his face.

"Brucey Baby, Daddy's home!" Flash announced. Bruce sighed sitting back in his armchair as he pretended to ignore the younger man. Snapping his newspaper open he held it up to hide his face as he began to read. The newspaper fluttered as Flash darted behind Bruce's armchair leaning over so his head was beside the other man's eyes squinted as he began to read.

"Whatcha readin?"

"The news."

"Anything good?"

"Nothing new. Just the usual about Batman taking apart a criminal ring. Did you hear about Flash?"

"No, I did not."

"Seems he was beaten."

"When?! Where the hell does it say that?" Flash demanded as he grabbed the newspaper yanking it out of his lover's hands as he began to quickly scan threw it. Bruce's mouth twitched as he resisted from grinning at the younger man. He loved Wally, but sometimes the young man could be so clueless.

"They haven't printed it yet. An outside source told me." Bruce said. Flash frowned rolling up the newspaper as he frowned down at the billionaire.

"Alright young man, tell Daddy who is spread lies about him and he won't beat you." Flash threatened brandishing the rolled up newspaper like a sword. Bruce stood up and came forward, grabbing the younger man's wrist and pulling him forward. Flash yelped in surprise as Bruce smiled at him pulling the man back into the chair with him. So now Wally was forced to sit in his lap with his arms around the older man's neck.

"I refuse to tell you anything. I guess you'll just have to ground me." Bruce said in a husky voice. Wally stared and then grinned as he shifted balancing on his knees as he rose up so he gazed down at the billionaire.

"I dunno. Wouldn't the Batman say this is unprofessional considering I'm in uniform?"

"He would probably say so. But then again he might also be thinking of inviting you beneath the cape. Why, are you too good for me now? Since I'm nothing more than a rich boy with issues?" Bruce teased. Rarely did he find himself in a playful mood. A part of him tossing away the morals he so carefully held out the window when Flash was around him.

"Rich people always have secrets. I could question you for information." Flash answered lowering his voice. Despite himself Bruce was guilty of being turned on when the other man was in his uniform. And Flash being who he was, exploited the hell out of that weakness with his lover.

"Try me." Bruce whispered. Flash grinned as he leaned down and licked his lover behind the ear. His other man gently cradling the older man's head. Bruce moaned wrapping an arm around Wally's waist to pull him closer. Instead of being compliant Wally only chuckled resisting the man as he shook off his hand.

"And you say I have no patience." Flash whispered. His voice had dropped to a seductive whisper filled with intrigue. Pulling up he pressed his forehead to Bruce's as the billionaire glared at him displeased at being denied.

"Wally West, get your ass on the bed and stop being difficult." Bruce snapped. Wally laughed as he tapped Bruce's lips.

"I love it when you get mad."

"You're the only person who does. And I'm only mad because I allow myself to do so."

"Yeah, uh huh. I bet you repeat that to yourself when you have your brooding time. So tell me, when we're done do you ever, you know…" Flash said his voice dropping lower.

"Do what?"

"Masturbate at the Watchtower? You know, when we have to stay overnight for surveillance?" Flash said. Bruce blinked as he stared at the younger man with a shocked look on his face. Flash winked at him as Bruce began to stutter not having an answer.

"Just so you know, I do it all the time. I'll sneak into your room, usually when you're in a shower or talking with someone else. I like to wrap your black cape around me and inhale your scent. I'll lay on the bed and just jack off biting the edge of a pillow so you don't hear me cry out. Once I did it when you were standing right outside the door." Bruce's eyes widened as he listened to the confession.

"I thought it was strange my cape was wrinkled whenever I put it back on. And it had a strange smell to it." Bruce said his eyes narrowing. Despite himself he began to blush at the idea. Flash had always been more adventurous than his more serious partner. Alfred had often said he had never seen two people more deserving of each other. They balanced each other out he claimed.

"Yeah, well, next time I'll just cum in it. I hate to clean up afterward." Flash teased. Bruce frowned as he reached up to draw the younger man's head down. Keeping a death grip on him as he groaned his hips jerking involuntarily when Flash pressed a knee in between the billionaire's legs. Groaning Bruce felt as if he were drowning as his lover pressed harder reaching down with one hand to agonizingly undo the buttons on the front of Bruce's shirt.

"For the fastest man in the world, you really know had to drag things out." Bruce gasped. Wally smiled down at him laughing as reached down to rub the swollen member through the billionaire's pants.

"Yeah, well, the world's greatest detective told me to take my time."

"He's wrong."

Bruce groaned as he clenched his pillow tighter burying his face in it. He wished he could forget Wally. It was painful whenever he thought of the younger man. Memories of Flash haunted him at times refusing to let go. Within the Justice League they barely even acknowledged they were in a relationship. It had taken the League months to figure out what was going on between the too. Actually, now that Bruce thought about it he had only said so when Diana began to show interest in dating him. He had had to tell her the truth. Diana had remained silent then just shook her head though first she laughed until she had tears in her life.

Raising his head Bruce checked the room. Kal-El would not be due back until later that night. He had already left the billionaire dinner earlier that day commenting he had to deal with an alien invasion. Wincing Bruce rolled onto his side as he drew the comforter over himself. His face flushed as he closed his eyes reaching down for his growing erection.

Out of a morbid sense of curiosity Bruce had installed a camera in his room the next day. He had installed three, in fact all aimed at his bed. Flash's confession had him wondering if what he said was true or not. After a few days he organized it so they stayed overnight at the Watchtower. Going up to the top Batman had sat the computer pretending to work. Instead he pulled up a window which allowed him to see what was going on.

It didn't take long before he saw Flash's head pop in around the door. The superhero frowned suspicious of the easy access. He saw a streak of red as Flash checked the small room, went down the hall, checked the adjoining rooms, and then finally came back. He locked the door behind him and went to the closet. Batman quirked a brow when he saw Wally retrieve a black cape taking it with him to the bed.

Leaning forward his watching in fascination as Wally climbed onto the bed wrapping the cape around himself. With a sigh the younger buried his head into the cape inhaling the scent. Batman found himself staring at the console transfixed as he watched his lover. He saw Flash's hand disappear beneath the cape and movement as the man began to jack off. Holding his breath Batman watched with wide eyes.

Reaching down he turned the audio on so he could hear the younger man. Now he could hear Flash gasping as he masturbated one hand clenching the cape around himself eyes hooded lost in the pleasure of his own hand. Then he began to groan his feet tangling in the cape as he writhed his body twisting as he arched his back. Batman was not aware of anyone sneaking up behind him.

"So this is what you do when no one is around."

Batman nearly had a heart attack as on the screen Flash bit the edge of the black cape as he came with a low groan. Suddenly limp he lay there on the bed entangled in the cape gasping quietly. He had broken out into a sweat as he rested there trying to catch a breath. Standing behind Batman with his arms crossed was Superman himself with an odd look on his face.

"No. Someone was breaking into my room. I wanted to know who it was." Bruce snapped as he reached up to turn off the console. Clark blinked glancing at the now empty screen with a quirked brow. His neck had begun to turn red. The man was uncomfortable around the pair though he still showed Batman the respect he deserved.

"Uh huh. Just try to keep it…you know what, never mind. Just know I now have sufficient black mail material on you. You ever go rogue I blast this on Youtube." Clark threatened shaking his fist at the other man. Batman frowned just as Flash flickered in. Having recovered from his ordeal he looked in between the two then raised his fists at Clark hopping from foot to foot as if he meant to take him on in a boxing match.

"C'mon bub, I'll take ya on! You're the best at what you do, but ain't no Wolverine!"

Batman frowned at the reference shooting a glare at the younger man. Clark had only raised his hands backing away from the two slowly.

"You and those damn comics. That's all I hear from you."

"What? I got a thing for the short, angry guy. You know who I really like though is Gambit. This one time he was trapped up in the mountains and he gets himself locked in cell. So he calls for help, but instead of Logan opening the door it's the demi-god called Lo-"

"Enough. We have work to do and you're making a distraction. Go help Superman." Batman had ordered. Clark had looked perplexed when the order was given as Flash sighed heavily and walked away continuing to mutter to himself.

Bruce kept his eyes shut as he felt hot cum stain his hand. He let out a tired sigh as he rolled back over to stare at the ceiling. Had Wally moved on? He probably should Bruce thought as his eyes began to fill with tears again. He cried so easily now a days he wondered how ever lasted all those long years after his parents had died.

Why are you bowing to him? A deep voice demanded. In his mind's eye Bruce saw his alter-ego, Batman, glaring at him. He felt dry laughter escape his throat. The Joker had always called him crazy like the rest of the villians. It seemed now he was losing his mind as well. Finally. Sweet insanity.

"If I resist he hurts Wally. If I try to escape, he'll destroy the world. It's better this way." Bruce said the ceiling. In his mind's eye Batman narrowed his eyes as he shook his head.

He won't destroy the world. It will not burn so long as you live.

"How can you be so sure?"

You don't see it, do you? He wants YOU. In order to have you, you must EXIST. If Kal-El destroys the world he risks never having you again.

Bruce sighed to himself as he closed his eyes. Why bother? He could not overpower the alien. There was no way to escape him.

"Maybe I should just commit suicide. If I'm going insane and I have you for company, then my life really is going to be hell."

STOP BEING SUCH A COWARD! DIDN'T YOU TAKE AN OATH TO PROTECT THOSE WHO NEEDED YOU?! Bruce could almost feel strong hands grabbing the front of his shirt. Shaking him as he was forced to stare into those sightless white eye slits.

WALLY NEEDS YOU! THE FLASH! Or don't you care anymore? He's dying without you there for him. Slowly starving to death because he refuses to give up on you. Or are you so selfish you won't even attempt to escape Kal-El?

Bruce was speechless as his eyes snapped open. He reached up to touch his throat, but there were no marks there. The dream had felt so real for a moment. Blinking he looked around the room suddenly on alert. Just then Kal-El walked in his uniform a burnt mess. Noticing his captive was awake he stopped intrigued a smile beginning to creep across his face.

"You're awake at this hour? Poor thing, you need to rest when I'm not here." Kal-El said soothingly. Bruce tensed his fists clenching the comforter as the alien climbed onto the bed and kissed him on the cheek. Then a thought occurred to him.

"I'm sorry, Kal-El." Bruce found himself saying his mind beginning to work out a plan.

"I just missed you. I hate it when you leave me alone." Bruce reached up and wrapped his arms around the alien's neck and nuzzled his head into the stronger man's shoulder. Kal-El seemed shocked as Bruce buried his head into the crook of Kal-El's neck.

"You do?" Kal-El asked nearly breathless.

"Of course." Bruce said his eyes narrowed as the alien embraced him. His blue eyes like glaciers as he glared at his last Batarang which rested on the nightstand.

"I love you."