Injustice by Evilpixie is one of my favourite fics. Friends get tired whenever I reread and inevitably start gushing about it to anyone who will listen. This is one of those fics I wish I could print out and put it on my bookshelf. This fic is just the product of me wanting more content, and because it rattles around in my brain rent free.

Deep in Superman's Fortress of Solitude, tucked away from the rest of the world, lay a battered and broken Bruce Wayne. He didn't belong there, not just in this fortress, but in this dimension. Everything had turned sour when he had chased Joker into this dimension to try and take him back. Now, he was a prisoner in this icy fortress, guarded by this world's tyrannical dictator of a Superman.

Batman lay idly in bed, his broken leg and hand thrumming in pain, reminding him this was real. Superman had offered him some painkillers, but Bruce had refused, he'd rather keep his mind sharp, he didn't know what Superman (not to mention the rest of this dimension's Justice League) was capable of. Although, the idea of numbing the pain and slipping away was all too tempting, especially when he had to see the face of his good friend doing unspeakable acts to him everyday.

Well, that wasn't entirely true, they were speakable.

He'd been raped.

When thinking about it, Batman tried to broach the subject clinically, like he sometimes had to do when he'd find a group of horrible men and a terror stricken young woman out in Gotham's back alleys. He knew the severity of that word, rape, but he never could give it the full weight it carried along with it. He knew doing so would drive him to break his one and most fundamental rule. Thankfully, there were only a handful of things in this world that would drive him to do that, and he managed to keep them in check, except for, as of late, that is. As the days dragged on and the torture seemed endless, the thoughts of doing it, of killing this Superman, danced around his mind. Like the background music at a busy shopping mall, it was ever present, though changing in volume at different times.

The thought now continued to flutter around his mind at a semi-ignorable volume, as he lay in bed, conjuring up plans of escape. So far, the effort proved fruitless. Batman had attempted to hack the futuristic alien lock that held him, trying to move through the computer screens written entirely in Kryptonian, slowly parsing out bits and pieces of the language. Sadly, he didn't get anywhere with it. When Superman had come in to give him breakfast the next morning, he had made a comment on it.

"Trying to learn Kryptonian, Bruce?" Superman greeted him with a smirk.

Of course Superman would know, he was probably spying on him, even now with his X-ray vision. It made sense. With how obsessed Superman seemed to be with him. He treated him like an object, like a fun plaything, idealizing the Bruce Wayne he had lost in his own dimension's Batman.

Batman glanced over at the stack of books sitting on the bedside dresser. Superman had come in the other day, carrying this lot, along with his lunch.

"I thought I'd bring you a little something to pass the time." Superman stated.

Batman simply stared at him, saying nothing.

Superman looked at him and his face softened.

"I'm not a bad guy Bruce, you know this." Superman said, reaching out to stroke his cheek.

Batman turned his head away quickly from the touch.

"Do I?" Batman said gesturing to the bruises that marred his face, specifically, the insignia Superman had burned into his skin after he had raped him for the first time.

Superman seethed then, raising his hand intending to strike him. Batman sat still, anticipating it. Suddenly though, Superman lowered his hand. He sighed, letting his anger settle down.

"I don't have time for this, but I'll prove it to you, I promise, Bruce."

With that, Superman turned and left, once again sealing him in, alone in his prison.

Now, sometime later, Batman decided to take a small break from formulating and worrying, and actually take a look at what Superman had brought him.

There were a couple of chapter books present, a romance novel, a mystery, and a biography. There were also some activity books, sudoku, and a crossword. Bruce opted for the crossword book, grabbing it and the pen that Superman had left with the pile. He flipped to the first page and examined the square, black and white puzzle board. Clicking open the pen, he got to work.

4 across, 10 letters, nickname for a lover

SWEETHEART

10 down 8 letters, another word for loyalty

DEVOTION

23 across, 7 letters, Held _

Batman tapped the pen on his chin in thought, when suddenly he heard the door open. He glanced up momentarily to watch Superman enter, before burying his nose back into the book.

"How are you doing, Bruce?" Superman asked.

Bruce stayed quiet keeping his eyes focused on the paper.

"I see you've finally touched those books I brought in for you." Superman continued.

When Batman, again, failed to speak, Superman sighed and sat at the foot of the bed. Batman continued filling out words, quiety aware of Superman's intense gaze on him. The look made sweat bead his brow, wondering if Superman would focus that gaze just a little more and burn more brands into his flesh.

Finally, Superman sighed and turned his eyes to the floor.

"I've been wondering why you've been so hostile to me Bruce, I know you don't agree with my new methods…"

"You mean enslaving the whole world?" Batman spat.

"I've told you! I'm just trying to make sure what happened to my child and Lois doesn't ever happen again!" Superman suddenly stood, roaring.

Batman's lip twitched nervously at that, Superman's eyes twinkling dangerously, as if he was, in fact, about to use his laser powers against him again. Superman quickly stopped though, sitting back down on the bed heavily in defeat.

"I know, we've been over this already, but I know I can change your mind eventually Bruce. You're not like this dimension's Batman," Superman murmured, his voice growing more assured as he spoke. "You haven't betrayed me yet, you never would, you never will!"

The room went deafeningly silent again, Bruce staring at his book, Superman at the floor.

"Please understand Bruce, I can't lose you again, not like Lois, not like my unborn daughter."

"So you intend to trap me here until I agree, or are you more keen on keeping me as a pet?" Batman growled.

"No, please Bruce, you know me." Superman begged.

"No," Batman snarled, dropping his book

"No, I don't know you, because the Superman, the Clark Kent that I know, would never do anything like this."

Superman opened and shut his mouth several times, his face changing from anger, to confusion, to sadness. Superman hung his head again, and Bruce continued his puzzle, ignoring him. A heavy silence hung in the air. Although Batman refused to look at him, he was still aware of the figure deceivingly shaped like his friend. Bruce looked at the next hint below.

10 across, 7 letters

To be "led up the garden path"

"I think I get it now," Superman murmured

"Why you're so angry, why you're so frigid."

Bruce lowered his book, raising an eyebrow at that.

"The first night I brought you in, I went outside afterwards, I took a quick flight around the globe, looking at everything around me, hearing bits and pieces of conversations, of the people of earth living their lives, letting it flow peacefully like white noise. I got to thinking… I've been so selfish." Superman said, gazing into his eyes. Batman sucked in a breath. He looked so much like Clark. That gentleness, and eager attitude began to emanate for the first time off of this cold replicant. Could there really be a piece of Clark Kent left inside? After all the horrible things this monster had done, could it really be that Superman was starting to realize what he had wrought, what selfish horrible things he had done to not just him, but the whole world?

Batman looked at him, betraying nothing, but a small glimmer of hope flickered in his chest. Sprung on by Bruce's full attention Superman continued in earnest.

"I realized," Superman said boisterously. "That when we first had sex, I never made sure that you finished."

Bruce immediately scowled, dropping his head back into the book.

"That's why you've been so upset and cold with me isn't it?" Superman remarked.

Batman growled. How could he be so foolish…

"I once accidently fell asleep on Lois after sex, and boy did she let me have it! Guess I haven't learned my lesson!" Superman chuckled.

Batman gripped the crossword book tightly, the glue holding it together creaking and threatening to crack. No matter how much this man looked and sounded like his friend, he wasn't. He wasn't Clark. There was no more Clark, Superman killed him.

Superman put a hand on his knee, and Batman turned his gaze to it like he might shoot lasers from his eyes.

"I'm sorry Bruce, let me make it up to you." Superman murmured.

"No, don't touch me." Batman growled.

"Oh, come on Bruce, please. I know this is what you've been needing, you must be so pent up, and with your hand being broken, it must be that much harder."

" No ." Bruce asserted, trying vainly to put his head back into the puzzle book.

13 across, 9 letters, extremely bad, serious.

"Bruce." Superman called.

16 down, 10 letters, bound to happen

" Bruce !" Superman said, yanking the book from Batman's hand.

Batman finally looked at Clark, his hands balling into tight fists, a deep snarl on his lips.

Superman, put a soft hand to his chest.

"Please, let me do this, I promise, I'll make you feel good." Superman's hands began to trail down his front.

"I'm not a bad guy, I promise."

Superman began to undo his belt, Batman quickly grabbed his hands, Superman looked up at him.

"Don't!" Bruce barked.

Superman looked into his face, almost apologetically.

"Please, Bruce." Superman murmured, freeing his penis.

" STOP!" Batman cried, before Superman suddenly took his whole member into his mouth at once.

An angry moan fell from Batman, as he gripped the sheets at his sides. His jaw tightened to stifle any further noises. Batman caught sight of Superman sucking him in earnest, his cheeks hollowing out. Batman growled, turning his head away, closing his eyes tightly. He didn't want to see the face of his friend doing something like this to him. In the beginning, maybe he could pretend, like this was the sweet, country boy, Clark Kent, but with each passing day that memory was being ravaged by Superman. Anger bubbled inside of Batman, not only was he raping his body, but his mind and soul.

Batman felt as Superman pulled away, moving his mouth to his ear while continuing to stimulate him with his hand.

"Oh, Bruce. My beautiful, beautiful Bruce." He murmured.

Batman couldn't help the moan and twitch of his cock as the familiar voice praised him.

Superman hummed in approval and began to kiss his neck. Batman's fingers twisted in the sheets, white-knuckling them. He didn't want this, he wanted it to stop. Every one of his nerves screamed for him to fight, to beat this imposter off of him and run. But he couldn't run, just like the rest of this world, he was trapped under the suffocating hold of the man of steel.

"Bruce." Superman continued to murmur, moving his lips to his mouth, one hand slipped under his shirt, the other continuing between his legs.

"Bruce, look at me." Superman murmured.

Batman squeezed him eyes shut tighter, as Superman pushed past his tightly pursed lips, invading every square inch of him. Batman's shoulders were tensed at his ears. He didn't want to look at him. He could feel his memory of Clark Kent, of his kind and sweet Superman becoming tainted by this villainous doppelganger.

"Bruce, baby, look at me." A soft hand at his cheek, the same hand of his friend, the same soft fingerprints, the same bones, same DNA. He wouldn't let this man overwrite the superman he knew. He couldn't bear to have Clark's voice, his touch, his smell be given to him. To forever associate superman, not with the super hero and close friend, but with this horrible dictatorial rapist who wore his skin.

"Bruce! Look at me!"

And that sharp voice made him snap his eyes open and there he saw the angry face of one of his closest companions, using a voice he would never use, pulling a face he never would, especially on him. And Batman knew, no matter how much time had passed, a part of him would always associate his best friend with this monster. And Batman took a moment to grieve this loss.

"That's it, that's my Bruce." Superman murmured, caressing his cheek.

Bruce stared at him hard, unshed tears glistening in his eyes. The monster had won, he'd taken everything from him.

Superman kissed his cheek and that was when the first sob wracked his body.

"Shh, it's alright Bruce, let it out." Superman murmured.

Another agonizing sob tore through him.

Bruce couldn't remember the last time he cried like this. It had to be when his parents died. At the funeral, seeing those two coffins lowered into the ground, the finality of it. The realization that this was real, this was happening, he would never see their face again.

Superman gave him one more kiss on the cheek, before going back to orally stimulating him again.

Bruce moaned, long and loud, but not in pleasure, in agony. This spurred on a mistaken Superman, giving everything he had into pleasing Bruce. And Batman finally came, the noise coming from his throat akin to a scream. Superman swallowed him, swallowed up his memories of Clark Kent and left nothing but the hollow shell of Superman.