Subject, Donny Colello, born 1975 in Metropolis to Tommy and Gina Colello, teenage runaways who gave birth at a Metropolis Open Hands clinic that used to be in Suicide Slums. Freedom of Information records show that the Open Hands clinics were funded by Luthorcorp, a pet project of Alexander Luthor to collect a broad range of genetic material from unsuspecting mothers over the late 70's.

According to the records the mothers were given free supplements that were provided by Luthorcorp to take during their pregnancy. None of these supplements have ever been recovered but from the few women who survived giving birth showed minor forms of genetic manipulation that had been passed down to the child.

Donny seems to be one of the few subjects that reached adolescent, the records I have showed he was monitored by Luthor agents over the years, so I have a more complete record of his journey. He was wildly aggressive, his mother passed away young, and he was taken from his father at age 6, after he had been incarcerated. He was put into foster care, kept by a series of Luthorcorp employees discretely so they could regularly monitor his condition.

From what I could tell this was what Lex would eventually turn into Cadmus.

I didn't have any other files, but it's obvious from the notes I have they were monitoring several kids like Donny, which is a problem for another day. Donny presented aggressive tendencies, bullying, fights, behavior escalating into real violence. Most people believed that he was just his father's son, a bad seed…but the Luthor people knew better.

Donny gave off a scent, a subtle one but one that was potent to all males. If they were aggressive themselves it started fights, bad ones. Other boys would just dislike Donny on spec, and it would lead to inevitable fights for who was the dominant one. To outsiders it looked like boys being boys, but it was much more.

To other boys though, passive ones, ones that would nowadays be referred to as betas or effeminate, the scent had a completely different effect. The scientists found they were drawn to Donny on a primal level. They enjoyed being dominated by him, most of them slipping into homosexual activity even though they had identified as completely straight before this.

Before they could get some real results Donny and some friends knocked over a Big Belly, shot a clerk and were thrown in jail for 20 to life. Unfortunately for Donny the facility he was sentenced to was a private detention center owned by Luthorcorp where he was offered time off his sentence for medical experiments.

Donny was dissected and kept alive for several months, a team of scientists trying to figure out how his scent glands worked. They ended up putting his corpse in cryogenic freeze and stored it away, hoping that in the future someone could unlock the secret locked in his genes. And that was where he stayed, for decades it seemed. Lionel Luthor's plane mysteriously crashed, leaving his son Lex in charge, most of these black box projects were ignored until Superman hit the scene and Lex went looking for anything that might give him an edge.

And Cadmus was born.

Even then Donny might have never been found if it wasn't for Krypto.

One of Clark's dustups with Lex included Supergirl and Krypto and one of the Mercy units got a good hit on the dog, leaving some of his blood behind. Never to waste anything Lex put the blood under a battery of tests and came up with some knowledge that no one had guessed.

Where humans had a distant relative in simians, Kryptonians shared their ancestry with canines. It was millions of years removed, but deep in their DNA they had some of the same markers wolves and dogs had here on earth. Well with this information Lex went to the database and see if that gave him an advantage of some kind…

And Donny's name came up.

So, with all of the 21st centuries technology, Donny's body was thawed out and his DNA harvested…a clone was made and accelerated to maturity, false memories implanted, and a handler given. And just like that Donnie was born. Lex, not being a fool, made sure that the clone was made without the ability to produce vital enzymes needed to keep him alive. The "uncle" made sure he was given his supplements weekly, and he was put in close contact with Conner.

And things went downhill from there.

Donnie's scent ended up triggering a reaction in Conner, opening ancient neural pathways that hadn't been active in a Kryptonian's brain since they cowered in caves. Just like the kids with Donny, Conner found himself drawn to the new boy, a weird attraction that seemed to cross sexuality lines. But unlike the human boys, the change in Conner was doing much more.

His neural pathways were being changed, permanently, bonding him to Donnie in a way that no Kryptonian had been bonded in millennia. In the past I am sure it was some evolutionary tool to create social structure, but now, it just made Conner his slave.

I paused, stopping my recording to get my thoughts. The idea that Conner was bonded to this guy, that his brain had been twisted to…

Nope, not going to say the word love.

So, knowing what I know, this was starting to make sense. Donnie was dying, his body was breaking down from Lex's tinkering and Conner was trying to save him. But how? I mean not trying to be mean, but Conner locked himself out of the Tower three times because he forgot how the verification process worked, and I'm supposed to believe he knows enough about genetics to grab specific things from STAR labs?

When Conner was…lost, I did a crash course in cloning. I wasn't an expert, but I knew enough to know Conner wasn't being random, he was actually going after the right things, which begged the question, how?

There was no way Donnie knew anything about genetics, according to the notes the "uncle" left, Donnie's memories had been implanted with what they could recover from Donny's brain, he didn't even understand cell phone technology much less cloning tech.

So where was Conner getting his information?

Using old STAR labs inventory, I backtracked where he had been and most likely what he had already taken. The first dozen or so were chemical depots, which made sense, it was going to take a lot of work to get the clone's system up and running again. It was the last five that had me confused. He was hitting equipment storage, specialized pieces of hardware one might use in cloning, which made even less sense than the chemicals.

Let's assume Conner had suddenly become a genetic master and knew what chemical combination he needed to fix the clone, how was he administering it? He would need equipment, but the equipment he was taking wasn't enough, he needed more, a place with power, computers…but off the grid.

I am seriously thinking I need to reevaluate my expectations of Conner's intelligence.

So, all I had to do was look at what he was taking, look at what he had taken and figure out what he needs. How hard could that be?

Fuck I need some coffee.

Conner

You know after awhile all STAR labs look the same.

I was somewhere in Wyoming, and it looked exactly like the one in Pittsburgh. Same layout, same setup, same security system, it was giving me major DeJa'Vu. I had the component I was looking for in my mind, thanks to Dubbilex, but it didn't help me actually find the damn thing. Luckily the interior of the place was guarded only by sensors and cameras, both easily bypassed by Tim's bypass panels he had stored in the cave.

He had taught us all how to use them back in the day, and they worked well enough to get me in the building and let me walk around in leisure. Lemme tell you one of the things that is complete bullshit about being a clone of Superman. X-Ray vision. See it sounds easy right, you squint, look though something, boom, easy as pie right?

Bullshit.

See Clark may have that level of control, but I don't. Sure, I can see through things, but I see all the way through them! He had a much finer level of control on his and it was times like this I wish I had it too. I could scan the crates, find my thingy and get the hell out. Instead, I am going box to box looking at the packing invoice to see if it has what I am looking for in it.

This is why I need a lot of time to do this.

I thought about bringing an iPod while I looked but with my dumb luck, I'd be shaking my ass while security was behind me. This was the 6th equipment hit in a row and I was getting bored with them, most of these were glorified storage units, the outside security was what made them special, and Tim's doohickey took care of that, so it was basically me wandering up and down, wishing people wrote neater when they left inventory lists.

I was about an hour into looking when I found the right box.

Dubbilex had given me a mental image of the machine I was looking for and then another image of the part I was looking for inside of it. I popped the crate open and pulled the huge monstrosity out, onto the floor. I touched the surface of the machine and every single panel popped open with just a small push of my TK. There had been many, many conversations about not destroying the machine while taking the part out. A lot of these components were so rare there were only six or seven in the world, so if I went all Hey Kool-Aid on this thing and break it was going to be that much harder finding another one.

I knelt down and started to look through the guts of the thing, waiting for my mental image to sync up with something I was actually looking at. I was using my TK to pull circuit boards out carefully; a lot of these things were deep inside, and it took some digging to get to. I had pulled the center out and I saw something that looked a lot like what I was looking for.

"You have to make sure the grounding wire is disconnected, or the crystal can crack."

I nodded, "I know, I see…"

And I froze.

I glance over and Tim is crouching down next to me in uniform, "Conner…" he says, and I freak.

I strong push with my TK and he goes sliding back, I grab the component and pull it free of the grounding wire and tuck it in my jacket.

"Wait!" he cries out, "Just give me a second."

I pause, I owe him at least that.

"I know what's going on," he said slowly, "I know about Donnie, and the scent, and I know he's dying…"

I nodded.

"I can help you, I can."

"Why?" I asked, not believing him.

"Why?" he sputtered, "Because you're my friend Conner, I want to help you."

"You really wanna help?"

He nodded, "I do, look…Jonn can fix this, I know he can. It might take some time, but I know he has the ability to get in there and fix all this."

I cocked my head, "John who?"

"J'onzz? Martian Manhunter?"

Now I was completely confused, "How can he help Donnie get better?"

He shook his head, "No, I mean he can fix your brain, get you back to the way you were."

And there it was.

"Fix my brain?" I said, taking a step back.

"Conner, you're not yourself," he said moving towards me.

"No, I'm just not who you want me to be."

"Conner, he screwed with your mind…"

"Go away Tim…I'm fine."

His hand moved to his hip, and I knew he was making his move…so I made mine.

I let out a sharp burst of superbreath, hitting him square in the chest and throwing him back across the room. He did a backflip and had his cable gun out, but I was already gone, I went straight up, bursting through the ceiling and going suborbital before he could get to his feet.

I had no idea what kind of tracking he had in place, so I took off towards Japan and ditched low once I hit China. I was across Asia in about ten minutes and then paused to see if I could see anything following. Once I was sure I was alone I took off across the Atlantic, flying as low to the water as I could to avoid a heat signature.

Damnit why did I think he would understand?

Tim

"And then he took off like a rocket, the drones I had outside didn't even register him leaving until he was miles away."

Bart was sitting in the control room with me nodding, "Uh-huh."

"And I don't know, I mean how deep is the actual Conner buried in there…maybe I made a mistake in trying to talk to him."

He nodded again, "Uh-huh."

I paused, "And then he came back, and we made passionate love right there in the facility."

He blinked twice and shook his head, "Wait what?"

I sighed and held out my hand, "Give them to me."

He looked like he waned to argue but then put his hands to his eyes and popped out the VR contact lens he had brought with him from the 30th century. Bart had a bad habit of getting bored with normal speed conversations and watching movies while just nodding. I put them in my belt, "As I was saying…"

He talked over me, "As you were saying you made a mistake in talking with him and I agree, everything you said was a huge mistake."

That stopped me, "How?"

"Wow, you know when we first met, I really didn't think you'd ever be Batman. I mean your whole vibe, the way you come at things, they didn't sync up with the historical records that had survived about him. But the more I hang around you I am almost certain your future has a pair of Bat Ears in it."

I waited, knowing he'd get to a point.

"Because everything we know about Batman said he was insanely intelligent but was so smart he believed his way was the only way to fight crime so refused to change. Sound like anyone?"

"Bart…" I warned, prompting him to get there.

"Of course, he attacked you, you attacked him!"

"I did not! I was…"

"You told him his mind was wrong and that he needed intense telepathic conversion therapy!"

"But he does!"

"He doesn't think that!" he snapped back, and I closed my mouth. "I mean come on Tim, to him he is perfectly normal, he's doing what he needs to do, and you come in and say no, you're wrong, let me change you. How is that not an attack?"

God, I hated it when he made sense.

"You think because you are so smart that your choices are automatically right, and you expect all of us to just agree with you. That is who Conner is now, like it or not, and if he is in love…"

"He isn't in love."

"…if he is bonded to Donnie, then you coming in and saying hey, let's mess with your brain is an attack. I mean what if I told you that Batman has conditioned you to follow in his footsteps, your brain has been altered and you need to be fixed. Would you believe me?"

"No."

"Then why should he?"

We sat there in silence, his words bouncing around my head like a ricocheting bullet, destroying one preconceived notion I had after another. He was right, this is who Conner thought he was and by walking in and challenging that all I did was prove to him I wasn't on his side.

Shit.

"Ok," I said pulling the lenses back out, "Point made."

He smiled and put them back in, "So now what?"

"I don't know," I said linking my suit's data with the Tower, "He took this," and an image of the component he took came up, "I get he's trying to help Donnie, and the chemicals made sense, but why all this tech now?"

Bart looked at the screen, "Hmmm, why would he need a hard light refractor?"

I glanced over at him, "You know what that is?"

He nodded, "Oh yeah, it's pretty common place in the future, it's used in splitting photon streams into even smaller photon streams. It's in every dermal regenerator in existence."

Now I was even more confused, "But…that's the 30th century use for it, what's the 21st?"

He shrugged, "I mean same thing I assume, the only tech that would need in on Earth right now are Thangarian. All the med tables we use have photonic printing to heal, if you had a refractor like that, I suppose you could use them for gene editing."

He wasn't trying to save Donnie, he was trying to fix him!

"But no one outside the league has access to that kind of tech right?" He shook his head. "Thanagar gave us that tech when the Hawks joined the League and I know they keep a tight lid on it, so if Conner was using one of our medtables, it would need to be remote, off the grid, self-contained, never visited…"

And it hit me.

"Sonofabitch," I said, jumping up and running out the room.

I heard him call after me, "Hey, you wanna jerkoff before you go? Blow off some steam so you're more relaxed?"

I shook my head, I prayed he would never change.

Conner

Once I hit the coast I dove into the water and came up through the underwater access tunnel they had setup for Aquaman to come and go. I dried off and made my way to the medlab, halfway there Dubbilex appeared next to me, floating at my side.

"You were successful," he said, already reading my surface thoughts.

"I got the part," I said, trying to keep the emotion out of my voice.

"It was inevitable you would run into him," he said, reading the rest of my thoughts.

"I know, but…" I stopped talking, Dubbilex knew how frustrated I was. I mean I knew Tim wouldn't approve but hearing him just straight up say I needed my thoughts fixed…

"He doesn't understand, most people wouldn't," he explained as we walked into the medlab, "That is a reality you must accept."

"I just want him to get better," I said, looking at the statis tube Donnie was in, "I'll worry about the rest later."

Dubbilex nodded, "Do you want me to walk you through the installation?"

I glanced at him, "Do you think I have any idea how to put this in?"

He smiled, "I was being nice."

Over the next hour he telepathically showed me how to install the part and then program the medtable to integrate it automatically. It took three tries but finally the lights came on and the thing started to hum.

"That it?" I asked, watching the machine warily.

"I believe so," Dubbilex answered, "We will have to wait and see if the machine accepts it."

I just stood there, not sure what to do now.

"You're upset," he said, no doubt still feeling my emotions.

I nodded, "This has to work, it just has to."

The only sound in the medbay was the humming of the machine and the pounding of my heart…

"Would you like to speak with him?"

I looked at the projection, "Who?"

He nodded towards the tube, "Donnie, I can link your minds so you can communicate."

"YOU CAN!" I asked, almost jumping up and down.

He smiled and nodded, "Grab a chair and sit next to the tube."

I grabbed a chair and pulled it next to the tube and sat down.

"Ok," Dubbilex said, moving towards me, "Lean your head against the tube, now close your eyes…"

I felt the cool glass on the side of my face and then…

My eyes opened and I was sitting in the bleachers back at Smallville High. It was empty and light was off, it was super bright, making the whole thing look like a dream…

"Hey."

I looked over and he was there!

He looked so tired, he had his jacket on and was huddling into it like he was cold. There were dark circles under his eyes…but he was still the best-looking thing I had ever seen.

"Hey!" I said, moving closer to him, "How are you?"

He gave me a weak smile, "You tell me."

That was right, he passed out, he has no idea what's going on.

"You're sick," I said hesitantly, "When they cloned you, they made sure your body couldn't survive without help. Your uncle was feeding them to you on the sly, it's a failsafe to make sure you couldn't escape."

He gave a chuckle, "Good idea."

I pressed my forehead next to his, "Don't worry…I'm going to save you."

He was quiet for a long while and then he asked, "Why?"

I pulled back so I could look him in the eyes, "Why what?"

Each word looked like it drained him even more, but he said, "Why save me? You should let me go."

"Screw that, you're…"

"I'm a clone, a weapon literally made to screw you up, which I have. You should just let me die and you can be free."

"Hey," I said, making him look back at me, "I'm a clone. I was made as a weapon to screw Superman over, so what does that say about me?"

He laughed and then began to cough, when he recovered, he looked up at me, "You're Superboy, you can do anything you fucking want." He collapsed into coughing again and I was growing concerned.

I looked up, "Dubbilex, can you lend him some of my strength? Will power? Whatever it is that passes for energy in here?"

His voice echoed in my ear, "Of course Conner, hold on…"

I felt something touch my soul and then I got a little cold…

"Oh wow," Donnie said, sitting up, "Feels like I downed a Red Bull."

I looked over at him and he seemed better, stronger…more alive.

He just stared at me for a few seconds and then smiled, "God you're beautiful."

I felt my heart exploded and I moved closer to him, kissing him hard. He laughed as I kissed him over and over, just not being able to get close enough to him. He grabbed my head and pulled me down onto his lap, looking up at him.

"I missed you so much," I gushed, "I've been going so hard to find the things you need but I come home at night, and I just curl up with your jacket…and I cry…Donnie please…I can't…"

"I know, I know…you're such a good pup."

The words made my eyes sting with happy tears as he leaned down and kissed me properly, I pulled him down and made him kiss me harder.

After a long make out session he pulled back, "So question?" I nodded. "Why are we in the gym?"

I felt myself blush, "Probably because this is where I first noticed how hot you were."

He smiled, "Oh really?"

"While you were playing basketball, I couldn't look away."

"You perving on me Kent?"

I nodded.

He leaned down and kissed me again, "You wanna play?"

"Play what?"

"Basketball, let's make it interesting."

I was getting excited, "How?"

He raised an eyebrow, "Strip? Each time one of us makes a point the other takes a piece of clothing off."

"And when one of us is naked?" I asked.

He just smiled and I felt my body react.

"Oh yeah, let's play," I said sitting up.

We laughed and raced down the bleachers to the court, it was the happiest I'd felt since he collapsed.

Tim

This time I used Dick's JLA code to use the teleport tube they have in Happy Harbor. There was a house about five miles away from the cave that held a tube in case the cave was ever lost, and we needed a transport point. It was completely off the grid and was registered nowhere in case the internal net was compromised.

It was a literal back door.

I was in civilian clothes, I needed to get around and Happy Harbor was far too small to stay hidden. I walked out of the house and made my way to the beach. I wondered what it was like to live here, Happy Harbor had always been a place where JLA secrets go to die, did the residents know? Suspect? Or did they just think it was a weird town that had weird things happening?

Once I got to the beach, I looked for a huge rock that was just off the main road. It was a massive boulder and looked like the town just built around it. I made sure no one was around and placed my hand on the surface…a couple of seconds and a panel appeared in the center of it.

I'm not sure why this was made, but this console was a master control node that could override everything in the cave in case it was taken over. With the transporter and this console, I had to assume something happened in the past because this all reeked of Bruce and him fixing holes in a system after the fact. The console let me access the cave systems without getting close enough for the scanners to register I was here.

Like I said, a total Bruce job.

I get in and see the base is fully operational, the power is on, the system is active…ah he turned on the Joshua protocols, clever boy. I checked the cave first day, not thinking he would be smart enough to take it off the grid. He'd been here the whole time and I had no idea! The medbay was pulling major power, but internal sensors only show Conner is in there. He turned on the Wendy Werewolf detection system on, so if I had approached the cave, it would have warned him.

Damned if he hadn't been listening to all those times, I taught him how to run the system. If this wasn't so serious, I'd be proud. I turned off the detection system and locked out his access to the command codes, I didn't want the cave listening to him if things got heated again. I sealed the back entrances, closed the Aqua tunnel and slowly lowered the blast doors on the armory. No escape, no help, just him and me.

I closed the terminal, and the rock went back to being a rock and made my way to the cave. I slowly made my way towards the medlab, just because the sensors didn't show anyone else in the base means it was really empty. I walked into the large room and saw Conner asleep, head leaning against the statis tube.

I had brought a set of power dampeners with me in case things went south again, but seeing him just sitting there, so peaceful, the thought of just putting them on him before he could wake up passed through my mind and just as suddenly a creature was standing before me.

"Good evening Mr. Drake," the goat headed man said, "May we have a conversation."

It took me half a second to realize he wasn't showing up on my contact lenses, they had limited scanning capabilities like my mask and registered nothing at all.

"Who are you?" I asked, hand near my waist, I may not have been in uniform, but I had brought a batarang or two just in case.

"My name is Dubbilex, and I am a friend of Conner."

Dubbilex? Ah…I've heard that name before.

"You were his trainer in Cadmus," I said, "You helped educate him."

He smiled and gave a little half bow, "One in the same, a pleasure to meet you."

"If you don't mind me asking, what are you doing here?"

"I am here helping Conner; can I ask the same of you?"

"Same, you're a telepath, that's how we're talking?"

He nodded, "I am, and before you ask, no, I will not alter Conner's mind against his will."

Damn.

"But why? His brain has been changed; he isn't the same person!"

He cocked his head, "That is true, but Mr. Drake, no one is ever the same person."

I made a face, so he went on.

"Brains change over the course of people's lives, you began your career as a crimefighter in your early teens, you brain has developed significantly since then, you are literally no longer the same person you were."

"That's difference, that's a normal process of aging."

"And this is a normal process for a Kryptonian, an ancient one but Conner's brain has changed, that is a fact."

"So, help me change him back!"

"And if he came to me asking to change you back to the adolescent you once were? Would that be right?"

"It isn't the same, it's not real."

He paused and then seemed to choose his next words carefully, "Not real to who?"

"He has been changed! Altered! Against his will…"

"Are you sure? Are you certain it was unwilling on Conner's behalf?"

I stopped.

"You are making some dangerous assumptions, and I'm sorry they do not make you sound much like his friend."

I took a deep breath, I was doing it again, just like Bart said. I was just trying to slam my way through and not listening to anyone else. After a second, I said, "So what am I missing?"

He smiled, "Context. Would you like me to provide some?"

I thought for a second and then nodded, "Please."

He smiled and gestured towards the tank, "Please pull up a seat and relax."

I thought about slapping the collar on Conner and just getting this over with but if I really wanted to know what was going on, this was the only way. I dragged a chair over next to Conner and sat down, "Now what?"

"Take his hand," he said, "And lean your head against the tube."

I took Conner's hand, as always, I was struck by how warm he was. I remember one night we were on a stake out and I was on the wrong end of a 30 hour stretch and had fallen asleep. When I woke up, I had leaned into Kon, and he had been so warm…like my own private security blanket. Of course, I panicked for a moment but then decided to pretend I was still asleep and stayed there, just enjoying the heat…

"Ready?" he asked, and I nodded.

I felt something brush my thoughts and…

I was in a gym, on a basketball court…in just a jock strap and sneakers?

"Come on Kent, take the shot."

I looked up and felt my heart literally skip a beat. I was face to face with the most beautiful man I had ever seen in my life. He was, he was flawless…so much so that I just stared at him open mouthed, the basketball in my hand frozen in place. He was in just a pair of jeans, sweat glistening off his bare chest, his biceps seemed like bowling balls…I had never seen someone whose body put Dick's to shame.

But here he was.

"See something you like?" he asked, my head nodding on its own. He laughed and took the ball out of my hand and took off down the court. I turned and watched his ass in those jeans, my whole body was reacting to him like I had never seen a man before. He easily dunked the ball and turned back to me, "That's another, come on, pay up."

I was confused for a moment then realized I had lost, which meant losing another piece of clothing.

"Come on," he snapped, "Strip!"

I felt a thrill move through me as I kicked my sneakers off, it felt so good doing what he said…like a warm, relaxing feeling that was pure dopamine. I smiled as I kicked them aside, "Let's try that again."

He arched an eyebrow and tossed me the ball, "Oh puppy wants to growl now?"

I literally felt my knees get weak at him calling me puppy and caught the ball, dear god how hot was this guy?

"Well come on, show me what you got."

I felt the urge to show off, just being around this guy made me feel like I wasn't worthy to be with him, and I was desperate to prove I should be. I wasn't great at basketball, but I was no slouch, I was in great shape and my reflexes were on par with a professional athlete. And still as I dashed towards the basket I felt like I had two left feet as he moved to intercept me.

It was hard not to stare at his abs, they were…I mean they were perfect. Dick and Jay had this unspoken rivalry about their abs, they worked on them constantly and it was a huge distraction when trying to train with them. Having this specimen in front of me made it even worse as my eye went from his pecs, to abs to that bulge tucked down his left leg.

He was on me before I even knew it.

He stole the ball and brushed past me, I turned and tripped him, he went falling forward as I jumped over him and scrambled for the ball. I heard him laugh as he grabbed my ankle as I passed over, slamming me to the court.

"Oh, pup wants to cheat?" he said holding me still, coming up behind me.

I laughed as I tried to get free, but it was no use, he had me…

Just the way I wanted it.

"That was a foul," he said with an evil chuckle, "So I get two free throws…first one takes these off," he said, grabbing the side of my jock strap, "The other means I claim what's mine…"

His hands spread my cheeks and I gasped as I felt his tongue snake up into me, causing a low moan to escape my mouth as I pushed back onto his face. My whole body shook as I felt him violate me there in the midcourt, my hands pounding on the deck as he pushed farther and farther into me.

It was like nothing I had ever felt before, I mean it felt great sure, but the fact this guy, this one guy had chosen me to mate…I could feel my eyes water as I submitted to him, surrendering my body. My legs were spread as he kept drawing louder and louder moans from me. I had never been touched like this before, never felt so flustered, out of control…so completely at someone else's mercy…

And it felt incredible!

I was a hole, just a hole for him to use and to pleasure himself on and I had no say in the matter. And normally there would have been a resistance, a struggle to enforce my own will against his…but now…

Nothing.

I wanted him to use me, needed him to. Submitting to him was just everything I wanted and more. He was in control; he was the alpha…and I…I was the happiest cunt alive because I was his bitch. Out of the billions of people on the planet, he chose me to take his cock and to love it.

And I did.

He pulled back and I felt my ass try to follow, desperate for him to be in me in any way possible. I heard his zipper go down and my whole body shook. I could feel my wet hole clench and open in excitement as my cock dripped precum onto the court floor.

"You ready to be bred?" he asked, his cock touching my hole.

I whined and nodded, "Please…"

God, I wanted this…no I needed this.

He slowly pushed into me, and I could feel my hole quiver…it strained against his thickness as he slammed into me without pausing. This wasn't about sex and passion, this had nothing to do with feelings or needs or any of that.

This was about power.

He had it and we both knew it. He didn't pause as he bore his entire horse cock into me, making me cry out in exquisite pain. I arched my back and pushed back to meet his thrust, knowing that my entire life up to this point had been a lie, a waste of time. All the studying and training…all of it just garbage when I could have been letting him fuck me the entire time like the cunt I was.

His hand gripped the waistband of my jockstrap and used them like reigns, pulling them back to ride me hard, making me cry out with each penetration, my voice hoarse from begging for more.

"Yeah, you like that? You like being my cunt?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"MORE!" I pleaded, "Fuck me harder…" I was sobbing as I slammed back into this fuck, his cock destroying my cunt in a million ways.

Even calling my ass a cunt turned me on, because that was what I was, his cunt. There were flashes of ego, outrage that I was more than that but they were so quickly shouted down by the overwhelming joy brought on by submitting to him that they might as well been nonexistent. My life before him, before this cock was fading fast and the part that objected to it needed to die already.

This was my truth, my true purpose. Fuck Bruce and his crusade, let Dick and Jay have it, I didn't care. I had held on for too long and this…this was like coming home. My worries, stress, expectations just vanished as I rocked back onto his shaft, impaling myself like a cheap slut desperate to get my trick off.

He grabbed a chunk of my hair and pulled my head back, bringing me to my knees, "My cunt…my fucking cunt…"

I felt his teeth sink into the side of my neck and my eyes rolled back as I raised my head to let him. I could feel pure dopamine flood my brain as he marked me, my ass relaxed, I began to drool as he sank his teeth into the tender skin of my neck and bruised me, claiming me as his property, leaving proof for all to see.

"Watch yourself get bred," he growled, and I opened my eyes, and we were in the locker room! I was still on my knees, but my hands rested on a large mirror, and I watched my face react as he began to fuck me harder and harder.

Gone was the serious, studious Tim Drake who always needed to be in control. No sight of perfectionist Robin who wanted nothing more than to fill Dick and Jason's shoes. No instead all I saw was the flushed face of a slut, a well fucked slut who wanted nothing more than his pussy to be wrecked by this donkey dick every second of the day. I pressed my hands against the glass as I pushed back onto him, the drool running down my chin saying more to how much I loved this than any words could.

His hand went around my throat and whispered in my ear, "You're mine…this cunt, this body…all of it…mine."

I nodded as he cut off my air.

"Always mine…you will always be mine."

I whined as I felt him thrust faster, bringing his point home with this cock.

"Who do you belong to?" he growled, "Say it!"

"You," I gasped for air, "Only…you…"

He got close and whispered, "Always."

And something snapped in my brain…the whole scene, the whole scenario shifted…and suddenly I saw what it really was.

He was holding my neck, forcing me to look him in the eyes…and he kept claiming I was his…what sounded like bravado, him bragging…I suddenly heard completely different…

He wasn't saying it to brag…he was saying it to reassure me.

"You're mine," he kept saying, "Just mine…no one else's…you belong to me…"

What I took for aggression and for dominance was actually him trying to calm my fears the whole time…he wasn't staking his claim…he was promising me that he would never let me go…

The mirror was stained by my load, my cock exploding from the intense waves of joy and pleasure from knowing I was his…

As his cock painted my guts, he let out a savage growl that moved me to my bones, he bred me for what felt like an hour, his cock just flooding my cunt with his seed…making sure every drop was deposited in his bitch.

He held me there, up to the mirror, making me watch myself take his cum…and loving every second of it.

He kissed the side of cheek, "Good pup…such a good pup…"

His words almost made me cry as I pressed my face against his…

And I could feel it, right there in every part of my mind and soul…

"I'm bringing you out…" I heard Dubbilex say in my mind.

"NO! PLEASE!" I screamed, "JUST A FEW MORE…"

And I was awake, sitting up in the chair.

I shook my head and looked up, Conner was already awake, looking down at me.

He was ready for a fight, that much was clear.

But I wasn't.

I nodded, "I get it, I do," I said, trying to clear my head of all those thoughts, "I understand now."

"Understand what?" Conner asked, hands balled up into fists.

I looked him in the eyes, "You're in love with him, you really are."

He paused.

"I'll help you save him…I will."

Conner looked at Dubbilex and the strange man nodded, "He is telling the truth."

"I am Conner, I felt it, I felt it all…"

He knelt down to looked me in the eye, "You'll really help?"

I nodded, "I swear on my life."

He broke out with a huge smile and hugged me…and I felt that warmth once again.

And just like that, I was on the run too.