White Roses {2}

by EternalHope7

Summary:

Even the darkest of hearts could have and hold love.

A continuation of White Roses with pairings between the DC Trinity. Features one or more of the sides in the relationship with dark and/or evil characterization and intent. A mix of short one shots, short length connected stories, and prompt fills.
(Please read the warnings and heed them. This is a very dark series.)

Chapter 1: A Broken Shard - Dark Diana/Clark

Summary:

Inspired by Star Trek: Discovery and Mirror Universe Emperor Georgiou.

        Diana's heels clicked against the marble floor as she made her way down the hallway. Her sisters saluted as she passed them by. Diana's armor shone in the lights as she continued onward. The golden wings trailed behind her, ready to curl forward and stop any weapon from reaching her. The Queen was certain she wouldn't need it for the next few days. No, for now they'd have peace. It was always like this after a killing.

        Diana flicked her sword to clean the blood off her blade. She sheathed it. Honestly, what had her sister been thinking? Her would be assassin had been so unremarkable Diana hadn't even bothered to learn her name. Their fight had been pitifully short before Diana had run her through. If this was the standards her other sisters had fallen to, perhaps the Queen would need to institute harsher training. They were Amazons, rulers of the Earth Empire! Diana should have at least been made to sweat while she defended herself! The Queen's lip curled in disgust as she reached her quarters. Her slave stopped cleaning to bow as she entered. Diana waved at his washcloth.

        "Put that away," she commanded, "and attend to me." He bowed lower as he quickly set aside the rag. The Queen made her way to the center of the room, to where her plain wooden seat and her standing mirror were. As she took her seat she reached up and pulled her crowned helmet off. Her slave retrieved her hair brush from the stand beside her bed and quietly made his way to her. At the first gentle strokes of the comb, she closed her eyes. He was the only being she allowed herself to relax around. He had been ordered to never harm her - she had pulled that truth from him after he'd gone several weeks without attempting to stab her. Slaves were convenient assassins, so easy to dispose of if they failed in their missions.

        Two of her sisters had attempted just that with her third and fifth gifted slaves. Diana had disposed of them all together. She smirked. One of the ultimate disgraces for her people - dying alongside those weak, trembling aliens. Diana had known her newest slave wouldn't try to kill her, he was a gift from Inquisitor Wayne after all, but a little friendly stabbing was to be expected even amongst those she trusted. Wayne had chuckled when she'd told him what she'd learned.

        "If I wanted to hurt you, I'd do it myself," he'd said. They'd both shared amused smiles at that. She'd thanked him for the slave and never spoken of the alien again. There was always the chance the man might change his mind and ask for the being back. Diana wouldn't allow that. The Queen opened her eyes and looked at her slave through the mirror. He truly was handsome for an alien. His high cheek bones and wavy black hair were always pleasing to look at. One day she would take him to her bed. Toy with that peculiar curl in his hair as she showed him the truest heights of pleasure. The Queen was easing him into being ready for that.

        She wanted his consent. Wanted him to welcome her not as a slave who couldn't say no, but as a slave who wished to say yes. Once he did so, she would have him entirely. Fear was the second greatest motivator, after all - true loyalty was the first. Diana had Wayne's true loyalty along with a select number of her sisters'. She would have her slave's as well. He was too desirable to make anything less of. As the alien continued to brush her hair, unaware of his future, she smiled at him. Perhaps in time she would even give him a name. Something to whisper as she pulled him deeper into loyal servitude. Yes. That would do.

Chapter 2: Queen Of The Dead - Batman Who Laughs/Wonder Woman

        "You know, this would have been harder a couple years ago," Bruce told Diana as he carried her across the street and towards his personally built throne. "You were so much heavier before all this." He chuckled to himself. "All muscle, you know." She was terribly thin now. He'd been careful with her food intake. Starving her until her body had turned on itself, then feeding her enough to just barely keep the woman alive. She peered up at him through half shut eyes. He made his way up the mound of bones and reached his throne. Bruce turned and sat, taking a couple of seconds to adjust Diana so that she was securely seated in his lap. His throne had been much more comfortable when it had still had its skin.

        Then the flesh had rotted away and left him with just bone. Oh well. That's what happened when you made chairs out of your victims. Diana's eyes slowly moved to the scattered bones and wreckage around them. She always did that whenever he brought her out. Like she thought one day things would just go back to the way they'd been. The world was short a couple billion people for that. He'd had time to get very creative in how he killed them. Bruce had made sure to save a couple for her, though. His mother and father had taught him that loving meant sharing - that was why he'd put so much effort into capturing her. He just loved her so much that he had to share this with her. Now if only she would understand that.

        "Can you feel it?" He asked her as he looped her lasso around her wrist. "The insanity?" He knew it was there.

        "Yes," Diana rasped out. He grinned down at her.

        "Will you join me before the end of this month?" The princess took a shallow breath. Another one.

        "No." Always the same answer. He knew one day it'd change. Bruce tugged the lasso off of her and tucked it back onto its hook. "Bruce." Her voice was faint. "Let me... help you..." She reached for him with a thin hand and he took hold of it as he felt love for the woman in his arms. The man pressed light kisses to her bony knuckles.

         "That's what I'm doing for you, silly. You'll feel so much better once we get past your stubbornness. I promise you - you'll feel great! Just like me," he told her. Diana closed her eyes and didn't respond. Or maybe she was too tired to. Years of captivity would do that to a person. He giggled at the thought. Once she finally came around things would get so much better! Bruce would be able to feed her real food again. She'd regain her muscle and then they'd finally be able to wipe out the little pockets of resistance he'd let live. She'd be beautiful as she tore through their pathetic opponents. His princess would finally be his queen. His cheeks hurt at how hard he grinned. One day, he promised himself.

Chapter 3: [I] Defining Gentle - Dark Superman/Batman

Summary:

BatsAreFluffy submitted:

1. Dark Superman / Bruce
2. Bruce is trying to curb some of Superman's violent impulses with as much rough sex and being his punching bag. Secretive use of league tech to heal worst damage between encounters is optional
3. Oh please, yes.
4. Don't kill Bruce please

        Bruce couldn't call these fights. Fights implied opponents who had roughly equal chances of winning. This, he thought as he blinked away the nearing darkness, was incredibly controlled play slaughtering. Every hit to Batman's cracking armor was kept gentle enough to not impale him. His clothing weren't shredded from him with every gust of that cold breath; his skin wasn't melted away under those uncomfortably warm flashes of heat. A light backhand slammed the Dark Knight back into the ground. His split upper lip bled down his teeth. He couldn't make himself roll to his feet again. Bruce lie there and focused on his breathing. Nothing felt broken this time. Good.

        "You okay, Bruce?" Bruce could never tell if Superman really meant it. He could never get a solid read on the man. The alien. That handsome, smiling face gave all the tells of a slab of granite. He tried to ignore the touch of cold that went up his back every time he failed to glean what his teammate was thinking. Bruce stayed down. Superman leisurely floated over to his side and settled on his knees next to Bruce's head. The man was too tired to try to get up yet. He simply stared up at the alien as he finally caught his breath and began breathing easier.

        That mask of a smile went a bit wider and between blinks Bruce found himself staring at smooth skin instead of his teammate's costume. The man eyed the alien's half hard cock. He finally shifted. Superman's hand came up to grip Bruce's hair as the man was tugged against his teammate's lap. He squinted through the pinpricks of pain and focused on his objective. The alien groaned when Bruce licked at his cock. The human had just enough time to open his mouth wider before he pushed down onto it. Experience kept him from panicking. He closed his eyes and instead focused on trying to time his swirling tongue to the way Superman moved him. Clockwise for downward pushes and counterclockwise for pulls.

        The alien moaned. Fingers that could so easily scalp Bruce tightened in his hair as Superman moved him faster. Harder. The man could feel his teammate's cock pulse. He swallowed down the alien's load, his throat working to coax it all down. Superman's hard grip turned gentle. Bruce was pulled back and off. He licked the blood from his lips as he took deep breaths. The hand in his hair disappeared and the man had to focus on staying in his half seated, half leaning position. Superman pushed himself up.

        "I'll see you next week then?" Of course he would. That was their deal. One "encounter" a week and Clark would spend the rest of his days until their next one not "accidentally" breaking criminals' spines and legs. Their arms and hands. Bruce felt cold again as he looked up at the now clothed Superman. The alien always wore that good old hometown smile. From crushing Sinestro's hands to helping a boy get his kitten down from a tree - it never wavered. Goosebumps broke out down the man's arms as he forced a tired smile of his own.

        "Wouldn't have it any other way." Couldn't have it any other way. Their teammates loved to debate and bet on who would win in head on battles, but Bruce knew the truth. Plastic Man and possibly Wonder Woman were the only real defenses they had against the Man of Steel right now. Bruce had to keep the balance. Had to keep his deal. One moment Superman stood smiling down at him and the next the alien was gone. Bruce shivered. He laid down against the cool stone floor. He'd get a couple minutes of rest and head out afterward to the medical cache he'd been stockpiling. It was only a few blocks away from the warehouse. Nothing could remain from their times together - nothing that would risk tying Batman to Bruce Wayne. He closed his eyes. Just a couple of minutes.

Chapter 4: [I] Silence From - Dark Wonder Woman & Dark Superman/Batman

Summary:

CatBat82 submitted:
1. Dark Clark & Diana/Bruce
2. Words are Bruce's weapons, Clark and Diana find different ways of silencing him.
3. Happy either way.
5. Either injustice or DCEU

        "Status report on sector twelve of Metropolis," Wonder Woman told her love as she eyed the many monitors before them. Bruce obediently swiveled in his chair to tap at the keyboard. She walked across the room to stand behind him as she waited for him to read the reports he'd called up.

        "Everything's calm," Bruce told her. She frowned at the hint of sharpness in his tone. "Just like you and Superman have always wanted."

        "Yes," Diana said as she looked down at the sitting man. "We have."

        "One day you'll have to tell me how you hid that for so long." Her eyes narrowed as she watched him closer now. He didn't move.

        "Meaning?"

        "The homicidal ruler streak." Diana glanced at the monitor in front of him. His violet eyes watched her reflection, their glow too inhumanely bright to ignore. He smirked in a mix of bitterness and anger. "I mean, we all know what happened to Clark-"

        "Kal-El," she corrected him. He continued to speak without acknowledging it.

        "But I've never understood why you joined him." Bruce gave a small shrug. "Why did the ambassador for peace start killing people? Your island wasn't blown up - you can't use his excu-" Unhooking her lasso was second nature now around her reluctant lover. The princess moved faster than her human could and she wound it around his neck. It'd be so easy, Diana thought. All she had to do was tighten it and he would die just as Steve had. They were both traitors to peace, she- She reached over the back of the chair and firmly but gently curled her fingers around the front of his neck. With her thumb she felt the steady beat of his heart.

        "Report on how many civilians have died due to criminal violence this year," Diana ordered her stubborn man.

        "Zero." His answer was clipped and short. He glared up at her reflection.

        "And how many civilians died last year because of them?" She imagined she could hear his teeth grind behind the thin line his lips had made.

        "Zero."

        "Who made that possible?"

        "The Regime. Under the leadership of Superman and you, Diana. And." The leather of his arm rests creaked as his clenched his hands against them. "Me."

        "And you've done well," she told him.

        "I've been forced to perform to the best of my abilities," he hissed out. "I hate what you and Clark have done to me."

        "You've helped us save countless lives, Bruce."

        "I. Have." The seams of the leather pulled tighter as his knuckles whitened. She couldn't understand why Bruce still despised his role so much. She and Kal had put him into a position where he would never have to cross his line. That had been a kindness done out of their love for him. Yet he still refused to understand. Even wearing the lasso, he refused to believe the truth.

        "Would you like to say anything else about us?" Diana asked.

        "No." The Amazon unwound the lasso and clipped it back on her belt. Bruce's violet gaze had dropped to his keyboard. He stubbornly refused to look at her again. The man didn't move when she reached out to run her fingers through his hair. An old habit from better times. One day he would see, she knew. He would see, and accept, and join them of his own will. She and Kal simply had to be patient. She'd have to inform their Kryptonian lover of what had happened. They had clipped Bruce's wings - now they just had to break off his fangs.

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        The Kryptonian had canceled his upcoming meeting with the new mayor of Metropolis. The others hadn't questioned Kal's schedule change. Good. Diana had informed him that Batman's biting personality had bled through during a report - Kal had to be firm with Bruce that it wouldn't be tolerated. His words had nearly destroyed the Regime on more than one occasion. The Kryptonian wouldn't risk that ever again. As he continued down the hallway, Kal tapped at the implant just above his ear. He walked slower then. The effects would be immediate. Bruce knew it - knew what he'd chosen to happen by speaking out against Diana. Kal still hadn't fully figured out how he personally felt about this. On one had it was the most effective punishment the Regime had for his stubborn human, but on the other hand...

        Kal reached the observation room and let himself inside. Bruce turned his chair at the sound of the Kryptonian's entrance. The former Dark Knight smiled, his expression so open and loving. The human stood and started for Kal. Kal met him in the middle. They embraced and Bruce clutched at the back of Superman's cape as he relaxed against him.

        "Kal-El," his greeting was warm. He hadn't used that tone since his last punishment and the Kryptonian found himself returning the man's smile. He wanted so much to enjoy this moment with Bruce, but that wasn't possible. Yet.

        "Bruce." He made himself step away from the human. "What do you think of the Regime? Of what we do?"

        "It's necessary," Bruce told him. "I just..." Violet eyes flickered down. "I just wish we'd done it sooner. That I'd done it sooner. I could've saved so many lives," the man continued as anguish made his features pull tight. Bruce reached for him then and warm hands settled on Kal's cheeks. The Kryptonian nearly closed his eyes at that old familiarity. "I could've saved you from him. That irredeemable monster." It felt good to hear Bruce admit what the Joker was. Why had he always been so set on saving a thing that didn't deserve it? Kal had thought he'd understood it once, but not now. And never again. Surely this would be enough to buy them some peace for a while. Kal reached for his implant but Bruce surprised him by dropping a hand to take his wrist.

        "Don't," Bruce asked of him. "Don't end this. I miss you and Diana," he confessed as he looked up into Kal's eyes.

        "I have to," Kal told him. "It's the only way I can help you learn." He reluctantly tapped the implant and watched as that open love was replaced by shuddering horror. Bruce instantly let go of him and retreated back. Kal missed his warmth already. "You know how to stop that from happening again," Kal said. The pale man didn't reply. Certain that he'd gotten them a few more days of obedience from their boyfriend, the Kryptonian left the observation room. Sometimes, he admitted to himself as he started back the way he'd came, it was tempting to just leave the loyalty program on. Diana would never stand for it. It would be too easy. They'd made their world better by making hard decisions and this was one more he was willing to make.

Chapter 5: [I] Fix[ation] - Dark Batman/Superman

Summary:

Hannijr submitted:

1. Dark bruce Falls in love with Clark, but clark is with Lois.
2.for a change i realyyy like to see injustice lord dark batman/good superman.
For smut yess yess yess.

        The Man of Steel had been everything Bruce had loved. Kind, caring; so down to earth. Those warm, open eyes and that easygoing smile. Bruce had used to loathe Lois for beating him to such a wonderful man. The way the two had laughed together, so carefree in their time with each other, had made him hate her to his core. What good was Lois Lane? She couldn't protect Clark from any of the people and beings the League fought on a near daily basis. She'd never been there after a hard mission to watch over the bruised Kryptonian, never held the man's shaking hand after near deadly run ins with Kryptonite enhanced lunatics. She'd never been there for Clark, not like Bruce had been. But she'd met him first, gotten his heart first, so Bruce had been made to tolerate being second best as the League's never-ending battle against crime continued.

        The Joker, that utter madman, had ironically been the key. In one fell swoop he'd destroyed Metropolis and Lois, along with half the League. A million lives lost in the span of a heartbeat. It had been... devastating. Bruce had never lost so many friends and coworkers at once. It had hammered home that his half measures hadn't been enough. Would never be enough. While men and women like the Joker lived, no one could ever be completely safe. So he'd done what had needed to be done. Started his crusade by entering the other's prison cell and cutting the madman's throat. Watching as the life drain from those amused eyes. He'd let the bloody Batarang drop as he made his way across the silent police department. No one had made a move to arrest or restrain him. No one had spoken. They'd simply stared. He'd walked out a free man with a new purpose.

        News had spread of his killing like fire through a dead forest. Loud, crackling, effective. That night a robbery had taken place on Main Street - more proof that some people weren't worthy of being called people. He'd swept across rooftops to find the best angle for taking the masked duo out when the first responders had shot them dead instead of moving in to arrest them. Bruce had slipped his weapons away and stood from his crouch. He'd taught the people of Gotham to watch the rooftops, and the moment he'd straightened the two cops had looked up at him. He'd seen their faces in the flashing blue and red lights. Seen the look in their eyes. They'd understood, like he had, what had need to be done. Bruce had thought about leaving then. Slipping away back into the darkness to continue on through the night.  The darkness had never gotten him anywhere; never gotten him lasting results. Bruce had descended down into the strobing lights instead.

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        His new approach to making real peace hadn't been without opposition. Diana had dared to resist; inspired League members like Shayera and Cyborg to act against him. They'd all seen the unforgivable depths the criminals they insisted on protecting would sink to - why couldn't they understand that there was no redeeming them? They'd refused to listen to reason; to him. He could have forgiven them in time for that, but then Diana had interrupted Clark's mourning. Taken the Kryptonian away from his farm and whispered lies that Bruce had gone too far. He couldn't forgive that. Would never forgive seeing Superman sweep down to save the lives of criminals Bruce himself had marked for execution. He'd felt white hot rage then. Not at Clark, never at him, but at the others. They were using the Kryptonian! Twisting his grief so that he'd act against the very people trying to prevent a Metropolis from ever happening again!

        Bruce had had to work quickly after that. He'd never wanted to use the countermeasure plans he'd created for his friends, but they'd forced his hand. He'd infected Cyborg. Taken down and trapped Barry. Removed Hal's ring and locked it away. The rest of the resistance had gone to ground after that. All but Clark, who'd instead flown to his house. The Kryptonian had let himself inside and made his way to the Batcave. Bruce had waited for him. Grief made the man look so different. Smaller. More fragile. Clark had pleaded with him to change his mind. To go back to the way things had been. There was no going back, Bruce had told him. Taking down Clark had been the hardest thing he'd ever done. The Man of Steel had looked up at him in betrayed sorrow and Bruce had watched over him until he'd slipped into unconsciousness. He'd held the Kryptonian close then. Finally kissed him. Never again, Bruce had promised himself. He'd never need to do that again.

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        He hadn't. All Bruce had needed to do was keep Clark away from their slander. He'd given the man time to mourn his loss; helped pick up the broken pieces and put the Kryptonian back together. It had taken three years, and it had led him to here and now. Clark's farm was quiet. Peaceful. Bruce always felt more relaxed whenever he visited. Once the last vestiges of the resistance had been dealt with he'd be free to live with Clark full time. For now, however, he'd be satisfied with what he had. The smell of cooked ham greeted him as he opened the door. Bruce slipped his shoes off and padded through the living room and into the kitchen. Clark had already set the plates out. The meat was still warm. The side dish of cheese and the dessert of baked cookies was just as good as always. When they finished, Bruce cleaned off their plates and set them in the sink.

        He turned back to Clark. Smiled as he kissed him. Undid the buttons on the Kryptonian's plaid shirt and peeled back the thin fabric to reveal his chest. Clark slapped a hand over his own mouth as Bruce kissed at his jaw and gently tweaked his nipples. He tongued down that heaving chest and mouthed at the bulge beneath the other man's jeans. Clark whimpered as his cheeks went a deeper shade of red. Bruce unzipped those faded blue jeans and reached beneath the man's underwear to cup his length. Clark made a strangled sound of helpless arousal as the billionaire stroked him and rubbed at his balls. Bruce felt his own breathing gradually quicken as warmth pooled in his stomach. He undid his own pants. The Kryptonian was still loose from last night - all it took was a few quickly wettened fingers to reopen the man for him. Bruce gasped, amazed at how good Clark always felt as he pressed into him. Clark's whimper made heat run up Bruce's back. The Kryptonian trembled as Bruce continued to rock into him. His moan cut off in a strangled gasp as he came and the sound and feeling of it pushed Bruce over the edge.

        As they stilled and tried to catch their breaths, Bruce leaned against the man. His, he thought, as he looked into those warm eyes. Clark was finally his and Bruce would never allow another Lois to come between them. He had been second, but there would never be a third.

Chapter 6: [I] Only the Beginning - Dark Diana/Bruce

Summary:

PRAISETHEWALLS submitted:

1. Dark Diana / batman
2. Amazons control the world and enslave the men, superman is dead, Diana finally destroys the resistance lead by batman and captures Bruce. Bruce is her husband, and she wants him back, so she must "break him". Bruce resists but breaks and succumbs to her will; Diana wins and gets what she wants. The final scene shows a defeated Bruce starting a family with empress Diana.
3. smut yes
4. don't kill Bruce
5. setting doesn't really matter

        Diana squinted as she descended into the thick, black smoke. She could hear the humans around and below shouting to each other. Hear the pop of gunfire that mingled with the grunted shouts of her Amazon sisters. The empress ignored them as she continued downward. Diana reached the church doors and tugged the left one open. Alone, she strode inside.

        Walking down the carpeted hallways brought back good memories - the smiles of her former friends along with the faint but growing sounds of the wedding song that had played for her. Diana reached the main doors and let herself inside. She walked down the middle of the aisles. Each pew had the weapons and bits of uniform that each of the Justice League members had used. and worn Hal's dead ring was beside the bent and twisted maces of Hawkgirl and Hawkman. The Martian Manhunter's cape had been carefully folded alongside the pieces of Aquaman's trident. She continued onward.

        There were more pieces and remnants across each pew. There was Supergirl's cape by what was left of the Blue Beetle's armor. And there in the front pew, where he'd sat so happily a year ago, was what little remained of Superman's cape. Diana smirked down at it. Taking down the Man of Steel had been the turning point in the Amazon war against Earth - where the futility of it all had begun to truly set in for the gradually losing side. Her smirk softened into a smile as she looked forward to the only man who hadn't given up yet.

        "You loved me," Bruce quietly told her. He had his back to her as he looked so terribly out of place in a church that had celebrated light and color.

        "I still do," Diana replied.

        "Then why? Why did you do this?"

        "Humanity proved to me that they were incapable of self-rule. How many wars did we have to stop?" she asked him. "How many civilians have died at the hands of men with too much power?" Diana heard the sound of metal clack against the ground. Smoke drifted up to wide around her husband's dark form.

        "This ends today," Bruce promised her. He hadn't argued her point.

        "No," the Empress said as she drew her sword and smoothly slid her shield into place, "this is only the beginning." As the dark smoke completely covered him, Diana flew toward him and victory.

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        Diana was surprised to find her husband standing at his window as she entered his old office room. The sister she'd assigned to guarding him had alerted her to the change in his behavior. The naked man, for she knew better than trust him with anything, peered down through the glass at his city below. He didn't look up at her approach. Didn't try to move away when she wound her arms around his shoulders and bare chest. Mm, another surprise. The empress cocked her head to look down at him as she brought her hand up to lightly trace the glowing thread of her lariat. She'd bound him in it not long after the start of his captivity. Diana had accepted that it was the only way to force him to see the truth he'd spent a lifetime rejecting. The empress paused and her eyes widened as she watched silent tears trickle down her husband's cheeks.

        "Bruce?"

        "You..." Bruce swallowed. "You were... right." Diana's hands stilled on her lasso. "I-" He took a shuddering breath. "I was wro-" The empress reached up to seize him by his chin. She turned her husband toward her then and he accepted her kiss without even a hint of struggle. Ecstatic at the taste of true victory, Diana deepened her kiss as she held him closer. Her opened his mouth. Let her tongue glide over his teeth before she circled his. Bruce's groan was smothered by their kiss. Her husband's cock rose as it hardened under the skillful twists of her right hand. She tightened her left hand against the back of his neck as she drifted slightly upward. Not enough to force him to bend back for her, but just enough for his blindly groping hands to finally find her underwear. He brushed aside the slitted fabric of her short skirt to tug her underwear down. A few slight movements were enough to get it to drop down off her legs to the floor below.

        Diana felt herself grow warmer and wetter with his every touch. Calloused fingers stroked at her thighs and her sides. A warm hand closed on her breast. She broke their kiss to let him briefly gasp for air. The moment her husband recovered she guided his head down to her chest. Diana felt her skin go flush with arousal as Bruce heeded her silent command and pressed his mouth to her breast. Her eyes narrowed with pleasure as he circled her tit with his tongue. His first impassioned suck made her hand tighten in his hair. Diana felt another pulse of warmth at that as wetness trickled freely down her leg.

        By the Gods, she'd missed this. Him, like this. The empress wound her legs tightly around the shuddering man's hips. A brief forward glide forced him back against the glass as her knees knocked against it. She held his weeping length in hand as she adjusted herself over it and then sank down so that he entered her. Yet another blessing from her Gods - his fully human body couldn't hurt her in the slightest. Just as Bruce had been like before his resistance, the suddenness of her actions made him jerk back. His head smacked against the glass as he moaned. Diana used her gift of flight to sink further down onto him. His eyes shut as his voice rose to a broken keen.

        Her wet walls tightened at the sound and the empress groaned with him as she worked her hips. Bereft of pleasure until now, her husband's usually skilled hands simply clenched against her back. Diana wouldn't fault him. It had been so long since she'd last been able to enjoy him like this. She held him closer; tighter, as she met his stuttering thrusts. Diana had finally won. Her husband had been brought to heel. Made to see that her way was best. At last. The feeling was so good, so sweet, that her victory and his submission was all she needed in that moment. She shuddered as she clenched tightly around his length. They came together then, her husband filling her as she orgasmed. Her walls quaked and repeatedly seized against him as they both groaned at the feeling.

        Once her high had faded, Diana decided against pulling off and back. She instead kept her legs locked tight around her husband as he rested his head against her shoulder. Hers, the empress thought as she ran her hand through his sweat drenched locks. He was hers, and she would never let him go again.

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        Their union, Diana learned after a short time, had born fruit. The child that now grew within her cemented her goal of a better future. Her princess would receive the best training she and her husband could give their daughter. As if sensing her thoughts, Bruce shifted in his throne by hers to face her. He reached out then to gently rest his hand on her stomach. The look in his eyes was warm and loving. Diana covered his hand with her own as she threaded her fingers through his. Her empire. Her husband. Her daughter. This was what they had been meant for; made for. She would guide them all.

Chapter 7: [I] Nature - Dark Superman/Batman

Summary:

13Midnight_Muse submitted:

1. Dark Superman/Batman w/ possibly unrequited Wonder Woman/Batman
2. Bruce finds out that Superman is actually evil and offers himself up to him to keep Earth safe. Bruce can still have or had a crush on Clark before he finds out. On the outside, the JL is thrilled for the "happy" couple while Diana has her suspicions, but it was dismissed by herself as envy.
3. Yes but implied works too
4. Bruce isn't hurt too much; it can be rough but not too rough like broken bones and such
5. Justice League: TAS but it doesn't matter much if you don't want to use it

        Diana politely clapped along with the others as Bruce walked down the aisle. He looked handsome in his pure white suit. The man caught her eye and winked as he walked past her, arm in arm with his butler. She winked back and hoped her smile stayed strong. The Amazon averted her gaze as the two men continued onward. She felt like a fraud. Bruce had finally found true happiness and here she was, wishing he was walking towards her instead of Clark.

        Shame pushed at her heart as she looked back up to the two grooms. Upon learning of their engagement, for several horrible days, she'd been... suspicious. Had Bruce's smiles been genuine as he talked with Clark? Had his withdrawing from League activities during the wedding planning truly been his idea, or had it been-? Diana clenched her hands into fists. To even think back on those thoughts while her best friends were having the best day of their lives...

        She was a poor friend. A poor confidant. Bruce was no pushover. He'd shown time and time again that he had a will of iron. And Clark - he was a paragon among men. An inspiration for them all with his kindness and good acts. That she'd even thought for a moment that there was anything else besides pure love between them was a shame she would carry for some time.

        All Diana could be now was supportive. If she ever went beyond what others thought normal, well, no one would know she was making up for her own jealousy. Perhaps, the woman thought as she and the other guests sat, she would confess to the two one day. Once they were all old enough to look back and laugh fondly at her silly thoughts. As Alfred handed Bruce off to Clark, Diana tried to ignore how her fixed smile hurt her cheeks.

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        Bruce held a monster's hands. The pastor's speech was a low drone in the background as the vigilante stood perfectly still and stared smilingly at Clark. He could feel each near painfully fast beat of his heart. He knew Clark could hear it. Was the alien enjoying hearing his fear? He'd certainly seemed to enjoy it that day. God, he and the League had been so stupid. They'd all believed the fairytale sob story - a planet and people gone, a loving couple sending their last hope out into space. Stupid. Everyone had been fooled by those parasitic, very much still living Kryptonians.

        He was marrying a goddamn cowbird. That was how Clark's original people lived. Still lived. How he lived. And Bruce had let himself be fooled by that smiling facade for years. Had admired the Kryptonian's heroic acts, not knowing they were simply means to further ingratiate himself to humanity. Acts, meant to hide his merciless killings of people who became inconvenient to the superhero. God, Bruce hadn't even meant to find out the truth. He knew now, though, that Clark had set that plan in motion. The alien had taken the time to teach him his language. Pretended like it was a cultural exchange as he lured Bruce further along.

        And Bruce had fallen for it. Fallen for that charming smile and those increasing invites out the Fortress of Solitude. Fallen for it until the moment he'd helped translate Clark's personal book from his parents. Just some more text, he'd thought at the time. Then he'd finally caught up to what the words meant as he wrote out those sentences. And the alien at his side, always at his side, had given a fond laugh at the look on his face.

        Bruce kept his smile in place as he continued to stare into those warm blue eyes. He spoke his vows without hearing a single word of them. He'd spoken other words that day, once he'd realized the terrifying gravity of humanity's situation. Their greatest protector could turn on them faster than the blink of an eye. Could wipe entire continents off the map and then push their planet into the sun to finish off the survivors whenever he got bored of his borrowed "nest". Bruce had talked and spun a deal faster than he'd ever done so before. And Clark had worn the same smile through all of it. Smiled, as he listened to Bruce's offered terms. Smiled, as he said yes. As Bruce had immediately proved his devotion to their deal by leaning in to kiss him.

        The superhero's mouth was moving. Bruce watched those perfectly straight teeth as Clark continued with his own vows. It was likely something just as charming as he had been. The paster said more words after that. Clark gave that same smile as he leaned slightly forward. Bruce matched the move and kissed him just as he had that day. They parted then. The pastor spoke once more, and Bruce looked out at his silently applauding friends. The Kryptonian's hand was warm around his. They both waved. Made their way out of the church.

        Clark cradled him close then, still that unwavering picture of the perfect man as they ascended into the starry night sky. Bruce rested his head on the alien's shoulder. He knew what would come next. The consummation of their marriage and their deal. It would be a means to an end, he told himself. The only way to keep Clark from continuing to eliminate his human counterparts. As the Kryptonian flew onward, he gave another smile to Bruce. This one was sharp - confidant and victorious.

Chapter 8: [I] Shield- Dark Wonder Woman/Batman

Summary:

Markus submitted:

1. Yandere Wonder Woman - Bruce Wayne
2. Diana being rather overprotective after Bruce returns.
3. Happy either way.
4. Don't kill Bruce please.
5. Post Batman: The Return of Bruce Wayne

        Diana hadn't known she could miss a sigh of all things but listening to her love sigh as he looked up at her made her heart warm. She smiled down at him she waited for him to speak.

        "You know, I really don't think the Prime Minister of Finland is going to be a threat," he told her.

        "She won't be." Diana had watched news coverage of the younger woman. She was no warrior. No expert in battle. An easy opponent if need be. Bruce sat forward at his desk to put his elbow on the smooth wood. He rested his chin on his knuckles.

        "You also know I don't need you there. Batman Incorporated has hit a few bumps," he continued, "but nothing actually dangerous."

        "Yet." It was always 'yet' with the man before her. Danger loved him as much as she did. It was a rival she'd decided to end the moment Bruce had come back to life. As he'd surfaced and coughed, his hair sculpted to his face by water, she'd sworn on her endless love for him that she would never lose him to it again.

        "Diana..." He hesitated; spoke more softly as he continued. "I'll be fine. I'm alive. I'm here."

        "You weren't," she replied. "You died. You were gone." Diana reached out then to feel the living warmth of his cheek beneath her fingers. She had lost him. "Never again," she repeated her promise. He gave her a tired smile.

        "I don't think we get to make those promises with what we do."

        "I do," Diana assured him as she straightened. Their world, and the worlds beyond them, simply had to be taught that she would no longer accept threats to her love. If their enemies refused to learn... The Amazon had never sworn, as Bruce had, that she would avoid taking a life. If it came to that, he would doubtlessly disapprove. Passionately. Yet just as he governed his own actions, so would she be her own guide. Her love was good - a better man than nearly every other man she'd met since leaving the island. Their world couldn't afford to lose such a guiding light again. Without him, Diana knew in her heart of hearts, they would be lost. So she would stay by him. Never let him leave her sight again. Bruce merely sighed again as he sat back and returned to typing on his laptop. He clearly thought this to be a passing phase of hers. It wasn't. She'd simply have to teach him that as well.

Chapter 9: [I] In War, Victory - Dark Batman/Wonder Woman

Summary:

OverseerOfHimself submitted:

Could you write a Dark Batman/Wonder Woman about God of War Batman breaking her mind and turning her into his perfect champion?

Notes:

Warning: Murder

        The screech of Diana's sword smashing off of her bracelets filled the air. Bruce turned with the deflected momentum to swing again at the cowering Penguin. Diana, who'd been forced back from the hit she'd stopped, turned just as Bruce had to snag the criminal by the scruff of his neck. She tossed the screaming man beyond the slash of her sword. He landed on the crack concrete and rolled to a trembling stop.

        "Stop this, Bruce!" Diana pleaded as she fell back and rolled to the side to avoid another heavy slash. Bruce pivoted as he brought his foot back and then swung it into her side. The force of his kick sent the Amazon skidding across the road.

        "You know how to stop me," Bruce told his beloved as he faced the criminal once more. The pathetic bird went bone pale as his approach.

        "This is wrong!" The Penguin cried out, "it's wrong! You can't do this!" Long nails scrabbled against the cement as the criminal began to crawl away from Bruce. The God of War didn't bother with turning the man over. He planted one foot in the middle of the Penguin's back and loped the man's head free of his neck. Bruce ignored the spasms of the dying body below him as Diana gave a cry of horror.

        "No!" She forced herself up and extended her arms as she flew at him. Bruce crouched in the moment that she reached him to shove her away. "Bruce!" She didn't dive back at him, instead circling beyond his reach. "Please, stop this!"

        "You can stop me," he said as he stepped off of the corpse.

        "This isn't you - this is the helmet!" Bruce took the pause in their fight to appreciate her. Even after weeks of near nonstop fighting, failure after failure to halt his bloody path across the world, she was still beautiful. Her dirtied, torn outfit merely accentuated how durable she was. In the war for survival, Diana was the natural victor amongst the dying vestiges of humanity.

        "You could be so much more," he told his love. "The Amazons may have sent you out as their ambassador, but you were made for war, Diana!"

        "I was made to protect the weak!" Diana argued.

        "And you fail because you won't do what's necessary." Her expression twisted in conflicted agony at his words. "You know how I defeat Ares." He turned her sword in his grasp to offer her the hilt. "Do it."

        "Never!"

        "Then continue to fail." Bruce shifted and strode down the empty Gotham street. He knew Diana just as well as he knew himself - he sidestepped her attempt at tackling him from the side. She had yet to attack him from behind. A coward's move, he could remember her calling it so long ago. Wrong. It was merely another way to victory. Diana's sword brightened to a shining white in his hands as he swung the heated blade. She cried out as it cut through her armor and slashed up her back. Diana careened away from him but he easily followed after her. He'd meant what he'd said. She could be so much more. Would be. Just as the helmet had taught him, he would teach her.

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        Bruce finally caught her in the shadows of an alleyway. Out of all of his Rogues, Bruce had come to hate her the most since his enlightenment. Catwoman had never been willing to commit fully to either crime or him. She gracefully walked the edge of the fence, always playing both sides to her favor. Her lack of will reminded him so harshly of his own past half efforts. War, but peace. A lie. Her claws clicked against his chest plate as she pushed off of him and vaulted over his back. He caught her by the ankle before she could land and used his grip to slam her into the pathway. She wheezed as she curled in on herself. Bruce bared his teeth as he raised Diana's sword high. She would die just as his weakness had-

        The hilt was wrenched from his grasp. He looked up as his love yanked the sword away with her lasso. She caught the hilt with ease. The sword looked so natural in her hands. She'd been made for war, made to wield it! He just had to show her that! Bruce didn't need her weapon to kill the criminal before him. He hooked Selina's shoulder with the tip of his boot and turned her onto her back. "Wonder Woman," the woman weakly wheezed for aid. Her hands were still pressed to her chest as her eyes went wide at the sight of his raised boot above her head.

        Blood splattered against Catwoman's costume and the criminal froze. For one brief moment agony tore through Bruce's senses as he looked down at the sword through his chest. His pain faded back into nothingness as elation and strength surged in its place. He stepped off of Catwoman. Allowed her to scramble back as he turned to face Diana. His love's hands shook as the desperate look in her eyes morphed into horror.

        "I- I-" Her voice stuttered into silence as Bruce took a bloody breath. She'd struck him from behind. A fatal blow. He grinned as the power of battle sung in his veins. The Amazon landed and stared in growing horror as he slid the blade free from his chest. He could feel the slight tingle of his heart and right lung knitting themselves back together. Bruce could feel Diana now. Feel how her mind spiraled in terrified realization as he reached for her. He brushed her cheek with the back of his gloved hand and she collapsed to her knees. He drowned her heart under the sway of war. Of victory. She screamed then, more beautiful in that moment than he'd ever seen her.

        He ignored the hammering heart he could hear behind him. The criminal would live to die another day. He had his love now. Diana was all that mattered. Her mind splintered and cracked beneath the weight of his will - he was too powerful for her to deny any longer. She had struck him. Killed the mortal man inside the armor. He owed himself to war now - to the helmet. Diana's scream heightened into a wail as he dug deeper into her. As the Amazons worshiped their gods, so would she worship the God of War.

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        Just as there was only one war, there would be only one god. Themysicra had learned its lesson, its warriors ground beneath the heels of his boots and the sword of his only, devoted champion. He looked around the smoldering remains of the island's temple and admired how right the ruins looked.

        "Bruce." He turned at the voice of his love. She stepped over the bodies between them without a second glance as she made her way toward him. Diana raised her arm to show him the head she held by its hair. He smiled at the slack features of her mother. "It's over. We've won." They had. She dropped the head and rested her bloody hands on his shoulders. Bruce wrapped his arms around her as she leaned in to kiss him. He drew her closer as he kissed her back. He had his war and he had her. They were all he needed.

Chapter 10: [I] Only Natural - Dark Superman/Fem!Batman

Summary:

Alina submitted:
Female Bruce/ Dark clark

Clark taunts fem!Bruce with the fact that she had an affair with Clark while he was married to Lois and seduces her again to prove to both himself and Bruce that Bruce could never act against Clark.

Please smut!! Like Bruce being in denial that she loves Clark while still taking him eagerly.

Injustice 2 Superman ending, just that instead of controlling Bruce via brainiac, Clark revives their affair which had ended after Bruce started the insurgency in injustice 1.

        Bruce's breaths came in short gasps as she sprinted down the dark alleyway. How the hell had things fallen apart so quickly? Brainiac had united her Insurgency and Kal's Regime. She'd fought side by side with Superman and Wonder Woman, and things had started to feel like the old days... Her small, desperate hope had lived like a pain in her chest right up until Kal had sidestepped her attempt to reason with him and scorched the alien's head from his neck. Bruce had... retreated. Leapt through the nearest opening. Ordered everyone who'd stood with her to go to ground as she'd spread her cape wide and glided away from Brainiac's ship. Neither Kal nor Diana had plucked her from the sky. She'd landed at a run, hiding locations flashing by in her mind's eye as she made her way through the ruined streets.

        To here and now. The sound of her boots echoed off the bricks below as she- Kal appeared before her. Bruce sucked a breath in as she instinctually flinched. Slamming into him was like running full tilt into a wall. Her body ached as she fell back, but an arm wrapped around her waist before she hit the ground. Kal fisted her utility belt with his free hand and broke the clasps open before she could even blink. He didn't even look up as he casually tossed it away into the distant night sky. Bruce's heart hammered in her chest as she looked up into his bright blue eyes. He smiled then as he shifted his supporting arm downward so that his fingers could curl against her hip. The shift forced her to grip his elbow so that she didn't dip lower.

        "I think it's time you stopped playing games," he said. She hated how casual he sounded. As if he hadn't just taken a man's life. As if he hadn't killed so many over the years!

        "This isn't a game, Kal!" He brought her waist flush to his and the woman hissed in frustration as the move lifted her feet from the ground. She let go of the man's arm to put her hands to his chest as she locked her elbows. Amusement twinkled in his eyes.

        "You're right. This was a punishment."

        "It- What?" What was he talking about?

        "You don't have to keep doing this to yourself," he said.

        "What the hell are you talking about?" Bruce demanded as she tried to twist out of his grasp. It was a useless attempt. She couldn't budge an inch away from him.

        "For what you did," Kal told her. "For being with me behind Lois's back." Bruce froze, feeling as if he'd iced her to the bone with a single exhale. "She wouldn't have blamed you, B. With everything we went through together, it was only natural-"

        "Stop!"

        "When you came to me." Her fingers be damned! Bruce made a fist and lashed out at that smug, all-knowing expression on his face. He caught her wrist. Instead of squeezing 'til her bones snapped, he instead brought her clenched hand to his mouth. She stopped feeling the cool night air as he kissed her knuckles. What. What was he doing? "You were so ashamed," he murmured, "so afraid Lois would find us."

        "I-!" Her words died in her throat as he then kissed the inside of her wrist. Bruce couldn't understand. Why wasn't he hurting her? Yelling about how she'd betrayed him? "What are you doing?" She hated how the question came out quiet.

        "Showing you that I finally understand. I couldn't get why you'd turned on me. Why you were fighting a battle we all knew you couldn't win." That damned amusement was back in his eyes, along with a look she didn't want to identify. "You were doing it for her. If you'd wanted to take me down, you could've. You didn't."

        "I couldn't get to your backup weapon!" His smirk widened, as if Bruce had just handed him his victory somehow.

        "Is that what you tell yourself for why you brought those duplicates over?"

        "It's the truth!" Her fear had given way to confusion now. Kal let go of her wrist then and her confusion stuttered as he reached back to take hold of her outfit's zipper.

        "No, it's not," he confidently said. "You just didn't want to fight me one on one. You never have."

        "Stop, Kal," Bruce told him. She felt the first touch of the cool midnight air against her back as he smoothly and unhesitatingly unzipped her. His hand was warm against her back. "Stop it, now."

        "Have you touched anyone since me?" he asked her. She hadn't. His fingers slid beneath her outfit and moved up to her shoulder. Bruce shuddered. Kal's eyes darkened before he paused; cocked his head up as he finally looked away from her. For a moment the man didn't move. She stayed still as he let her feet touch the ground. His hand left her skin and she tried to ignore how cold she felt. He withdrew then and floated away from her. "I'll see you soon, Bruce." He streaked away into the night sky, and she breathed for a moment, then another, before she turned to continue sprinting down the alleyway.

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        The Insurgency had gone radio silent as they went to ground. Bruce hadn't looked for any of them yet. She'd chosen instead to temporarily hide in Gotham under a new identity and a sporty outfit - a blue skirt with a matching top. No one had given her a second glance as she'd entered the fast-food joint and taken a seat at the nearest booth. The last few days had been taxing. For all their brave talk, the governments she'd helped prop up had crumpled like loose sand beneath Kal's heel. The world had reverted to Regime rule with an ease that made her stomach hurt. Seeing a year of progress swept away so easily-

        "Thanks for waiting for me." Bruce briefly went rigid before she purposefully relaxed in her seat. Kal, dressed in a plaid shirt and worn jeans, gave her a smile as he slid in to sit beside her. "How're you doing, dear?" What the hell was he doing here? How had he found her!? Bruce's eyes darted around to the other patrons. No one gave any sign that they'd recognized Superman yet.

        "I'm fine," she replied as she plastered on a smile of her own.

        "Sorry that it took me so long. You know work," he continued with a shrug, "the hours are crazy."

        "Speaking of hours-" He reached across and settled his hand on her wrist. His thumb circled the inside of it. She thought about how he'd kissed her there and shifted in what she told herself was discomfort. Bruce cleared her throat. "I should be going."

        "Oh?" The hand on her wrist withdrew, instead dropping down below the table to take ahold of her thigh. Bruce paused at the unexpected change. His fingers rubbed the same circles against her bare thigh for several moments before they slowly drifted down. Down to the hem of her skirt. Bruce went completely still as his fingers dipped below the fabric to pointedly rest against her underwear. She swallowed, unable to speak at the sheer audacity the smiling man beside her was displaying. They were in a public place. Why was he- The fingers began to lightly glide up and down the thin fabric. "I think you should stay for a bit. It's been so long since I've gotten to see you."

        "It has," she replied. Blue eyes stared unblinkingly into her own. His touch was warm. She took a small breath as he stroked her with increasing firmness. Bruce hated how she felt the beginnings of arousal.

        "I'm glad we're getting to talk. I got to speak with your boss about your hours - they're inhumane," Kal continued. She felt something twitch deep inside of her as he continued to rub at her. "I can't believe he expects you to do that much for the company." Bruce felt the first trickle down to wet her underwear. Kal's smile widened.

        "I'm the only employee he can count on. The rest jumped ship to our rival."

        "Oh? Why?"

        "I don't know," she said as he shifted the damp fabric aside. Bruce tightened her hands into fists as his first finger slid into her wet folds. "I got a look at the brochure they sent by - the new offerings were garbage."

        "Were they?" he asked.

        "They were," Bruce assured him as he continued to gently thrust his middle finger deeper into her. He gave a few small thrusts before tugging his finger back to the very tip of her entrance. Another finger joined his first and she felt her breath hitch. Bruce hated how she felt herself part so easily for him. As if this were something her body wanted. "I told them they'd regret it. I was right." Kal cocked his head at her as he continued on with the act.

       "Were you? Did someone reach out to you and say that?"

        "No." She shook her head. "But I can see it. They're not happy there. It's-" He scissored his fingers within her and Bruce's hands clenched tighter at how good her felt. Why did he feel good? Kal wasn't the Clark she'd fallen in love with. He wasn't the man she'd gone behind the back of a respected woman for. Then why could she feel her cheeks flush as he continued to work her open? Bruce shifted on the booth as her legs inched wider apart for him. "They're good people. They shouldn't be working there." How the hell did Kal look so unaffected by this!? She couldn't see even the slightest hint of arousal from the man! No quickened breathing, nothing! Bruce looked away from him as he began to work a third finger past her now thoroughly slick walls. The stretch made her shiver.

        "Well, then maybe you're looking at things wrong."

        "I-" God, he was finger fucking her. In public. What the hell was wrong with him? And why the hell was she letting it affect her like this? "Nn," she couldn't stop her small whimper at the slow yet firm pace he was setting. "I'm not wrong."

        "Well, you can't know until you try," he reasoned. "That's how we met, after all." Shame coiled inside her heart at his blatant double meaning. As if they had a mind of their own, her hips stuttered forward to push his fingers deeper. Bruce sharply inhaled through her nose as her fingernails dug crescent moons into her palms. If she pushed much harder the skin would break.

        "I know, K- Kent." She didn't dare call him by his name. Not when any one of the patrons around them might hear her. His fingers were unyielding as they stretched Bruce wider and wider. Good god, he had to be planning on actually fucking her with how wide her was working to open her. The realization instantly made her think back to the past. About their nights together - how she'd always wound up beneath him. Her legs over his shoulders, or around his waist. Her nipples sore yet sensitive from how he'd tweaked and sucked at them. And lord, his, his- Bruce shuddered as heat spread deep in her stomach. She gave a low whine when he withdrew his wet fingers and wiped them on the edge of her skirt.

        "Are you okay, Layne?" The woman shuddered at the nerve he had to combine her name with that of his late wife. "You're not looking so good." The man pushed himself up out of the booth and offered her the very hand he'd just been fucking her with. "Maybe we should head out." She shouldn't take his hand, she knew. Bruce watched as her own hand reached for his and a smirk briefly cut across his faked concern. "Come on, let's go home." He helped her up. Curled his arm around her waist as he pulled her close and rested his hand against her stomach. For once she was glad for his super strength. Her feet barely touched the ground as she leaned on him for support. The young cashier at the register thanked them as they passed him, and Kal waved with his free hand before he opened the door and let them out into the slowly brightening light of the sunrise. Bruce bit back another whimper as her innards spasmed in demand. She felt another trickle of wetness trace its way down between her thighs.

        Kal followed the twist of the curb before he stepped into the shadows of the alley behind the joint. A few steps were all it took to place them behind the back dumpster - she groaned as he boxed her in against the brick wall. Kal didn't waste time with pulling her underwear down, he simply tore the sides like they were tissues and let the now ruined undergarment drop to the ground. Bruce flushed with embarrassment. He undid his jeans and freed his cock. It stood tall as her heart hammered. His hands found the back of her legs and damn her, she eagerly clasped her arms around his neck. Brought her legs up to straddle his hips so he could guide her down. She felt the firm press of the head of his cock to her twitching folds and couldn't stop herself from groaning as he gradually entered her. The stretch and burn danced on the fine line of pleasure and pain.

        "I knew it," he breathed, victorious. "Knew you couldn't give me up. Just look at you," he softly hissed as he began to slowly rock inside of her. Her traitorous walls clung to his length with each downward drag. The heat was getting worse. She moaned, low and needy as he began to increase his pace. It- It was just because it... it had been so long. Bruce should've found someone else. Anyone else. But C-Kal, he was- He was always so g- so- His next upward thrust made her walls suction tight against him as she cried out in release. Several short thrusts were all it took for him to spill within her. Bruce shuddered at the feel of him as she felt exhaustion begin to set in. Kal didn't pull out, opting instead to press a hand to her back. As he cradled her close, she clung to him for support.

        "You never wanted to win." Kal's voice was slightly labored as he spoke to her. "You know that. So it's time," he paused to take another breath, "for you to stop playing at rebel. You're going to be who you were pretending to be - a nice Gothamite girl who loves me." She, she didn't- As if sensing her thoughts, he gave a small thrust. She shuddered against him. "It's over, Bruce. Say it." It... It wasn't. Was it? After six years of fighting, she'd been knocked back to square one after a single alien invasion. Could she spend another five years trying to claw her way back to where she'd been? There were so few Insurgency members left. Could they live that long? She... She... Kal gave another pointed thrust and her tired legs jerked with the movement.

        "It's..." Bruce swallowed the lump in her throat. She looked up into his expectant expression and whispered what he wanted to hear. "It's over."

Chapter 11: [I] The First Day - Dark Justice League/Superman

Summary:

ketchup_puppy16 submitted:

Pairing - Yandere!Justice League/Superman
Plot – After seeing their golden sunbeam almost bite it from Luthor to Doomsday to Brainiac they decided no more. When Clark took a week to be with his folks on the farm his lovers took the chance to do some of their own vermin control. He tried to stop them when he found out, but Bruce is always prepared.
Fandom – Superman - All Media Types
Scenario - Predator/Prey

Notes:

Warning: murders

        "Are we agreed?" Bruce asked as he looked around the table. The others each met his gaze as they nodded. He felt some of his tension in his shoulders drain at that. He'd been worried that one of them might object. What he was proposing, after all... But no, every member at the table was thoroughly engrossed in the sorted documents he'd given them.

        "So is there a reason I'm going after Wonder Womans' villains instead of her?" the Flash asked as he gestured at the profiles before him.

        "These are some pretty odd pairings, right?" the Green Lantern nodded along with the speedster as he looked at his own collection of Superman's enemies.

        "I've considered every option," Bruce told them. "We can't afford to waste time fighting people who know most of our moves. When we do this, we need to do it hard and fast," he explained, "because as soon as one of us publicly kills one of them, we're going to be in a race against time for when it reaches Superman."

        "I'm assuming you have a plan for when that happens?" Hawkgirl asked of him. Bruce nodded. As the others sat forward to listen, the man began his outline.

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        From the end of the League's meeting to now, it had only taken Wally five minutes to work his way through the list he'd been given. The first four minutes had been devoted to hunting down each person and vibrating his hands through their chests before hiding each of them. He hadn't slowed to stay and watch as their bodies caught up to their deaths - he'd sprinted onward in search of Cheetah and found her in a small coastal town to the East. Her curse gifted her with just enough speed to see him coming. She'd just barely dodged his fists and snarled as she'd scratched at him. He'd sidestepped it and swirled his hands in tight circles to blow her off her feet. She'd twisted midair in an attempt to land. Wally had snapped his hand forward to impale her through her stomach before she could. Wally hadn't come out of the Speed force, instead carrying her past the almost completely still civilians around them. He'd then pitched her into the cold depths of the harbor before turning on his heel to continue running. That wouldn't have been enough to kill the Cheetah, but it'd slow her down for a little while. He'd find her once again when they were done with what was coming next. For now, however, he focused on making it to the Batcave for his part in the man's plan.

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       "You- you can't do this!" Luthor's voice was like the screech of metal in Bruce's ears as the man sprinted down the hall and shoved his hapless employees out of the way. The vigilante followed their target as he turned the corner and smashed into the waiting wall of Green Lantern's construct. Bruce didn't give the man time to catch his balance. He flicked his Batarangs between his fingers and let each fly. They tore through Luthor's pristine suit and pinned him to the wall behind him. Bruce wanted to gloat, wanted to savor this moment, but they were running out of time. He could hear the terrified calls for help from Luthor's employees.

        "Do it," he told John as J'onn phased through the wall to hold the CEO tight to the wall. A flash of green light was all it took to behead the trapped man. Cries of horror and terror went up from the fleeing people around them. Bruce ignored the growing chaos as he watched the headless body topple to the floor. That, he decided, had felt good.

        "Batman."

        "I know," he told the Martian Manhunter. "We should get going." They likely only had minutes left now. J'onn phased back out of the building as Bruce and the Green Lantern headed for the nearest window. As one, they smashed through it and leapt out.

---

        Shayera slammed her mace into Harley's side and listened as the crazed woman shrieked in pain. The strobing lights of the carnival tent flashed around them as the costumed maniac stumbled black and clutched at her wound. She looked from her bloody hands to the glinting tips of Shayera's weapon in dawning realization.

       "Hey. You... you ain't playin' around..." The Joker's cackle made the Thanagarian's skin crawl as she ducked a desperate kick from the other woman. She swung upward to knock Harley off balance and to the floor. She then firmly planted her foot against the woman's stomach. She clasped her weapon with both her hands as she drew back and then swung down at that terrified face with all of her strength.

---

        Across the room from them, Diana finally succeeded in catching the nimble Joker by his neck. She hauled back on her lasso and pulled the man towards herself. The madman's grin was stretched wide as he went to his knees before her. Wild green eyes turned from where Harley and Hawkgirl were to her. A gleeful understanding shone through.

        "You're finally doing it, aren't you," he managed to say as she reached down to put her hand against the curve of her lasso. "Hehehe, I always knew-" She pushed the rope tight around the Joker's neck and put her full weight into strangling him. "You all... had it.. in-!" Diana ignored his words and pulled until she heard that telltale pop. The man went slack then, his grin still wide as he slumped to the ground. The Amazon grimaced in disgust as she undid her lasso. Diana turned to watch as Hawkgirl straightened and rested her blood specked mace on her shoulder.

        "Good riddance," the other woman muttered.

        "Agreed." Their comms went off simultaneously then. The sign. She shared one last look and nod with Hawkgirl before they both made their way out of the tent and took to the air.

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        Clark yawned as he relaxed back in his bed. This was nice, he decided. Getting to take a weeklong break to be closer to ma and pa was a kindness his teammates had been set on doing for him. He'd have to thank them once he got back to the Watchtower. For now, however, he was just happy to be home.

        "Clark? You comin' down, son?" his pa called up to him. Clark covered his mouth as he yawned again.

        "Yeah, I'm coming." He reluctantly pushed his sheets back and got out of bed. Folding them only took a second. He made his way down the hallway and walked down the old wooden steps to the ground floor. His pa had been waiting for him - the older man flashed him a fond smile.

        "Martha's almost done with the batter," he said as he nodded to where ma stood before their little kitchen TV. Pa then walked into the kitchen and took his seat at the table.

        "I could-" He began to offer, but ma turned sharply and stuck her whisk in his face.

        "Oh no you don't, Clark," she chuckled as she spoke. "You remember what happened the last time you tried to whip?" Clark's cheeks went pink.

        "I was eight, ma!"

        "And you whipped it harder than cement," pa reminded him with a grin.

        "You're both never going to let me live that down, are you?" Both his parents shook their heads. Ma turned back to the TV as pa reached across the table for the remote.

        "You mind if I turn to the news?"

        "You go on ahead - I'm early done here anyway." As ma stepped aside to let them both see the screen, pa flicked the channel from her show to the local news. Clark made his way around the table to his side. He reached for his chair and began to pull it back when ma gasped. Her bowl dropped from her hands and the Kryptonian sprinted the few steps it took to catch the bowl before it shattered.

        "Ma?" He looked up at her and felt uneasy as she paled and took a step back.

        "By God," pa's horrified whisper made him turn to the older man. "Look!" Clark faced the old TV screen and stared in disbelief at the handheld footage that was being relayed there. On it, Bruce pinned Luthor to the wall behind him as J'onn phased through to grab hold of Clark's enemy. There was a bright flash of green and then-

        "Oh!" Ma covered her mouth with her hands as she stumbled towards the kitchen table and took a seat. "Oh, Lord..."

        "-and we're getting reports now of more killings by the Justice League," an offscreen news anchor continued in a low, disbelieving voice. "None of the superheroes or superheroines have given any explanation for their actions, but the newest press release from the White House indicates the belief that they're being mind controlled. By whom or for what reason, we have yet to determine..."

        "Clark, don'-!" Pa was too slow. The Kryptonian sped out of the house and picked up speed as he flew across their fields. His stomach clenched as he thought of what he'd just seen. There was no way the Justice League was acting on their own. The White House had to be right - but who could be strong enough to bend his lovers' wills to his or hers? Clark knew there was small scale mind control, but this? All six other members of the League? His heart pounded so hard that his chest hurt. Did he dare risk going to the Watchtower? The Hall of Justice? No. Whoever had done this to his friends likely had traps there for him. Lord, the thought of himself being made to kill... Clark was glad he hadn't had time to eat. Under their control, he'd be able to take out so many people... Clark shuddered. No. The Watchtower and the Hall might not be safe. That left the place only he could enter. The Fortress of Solitude. His decision made, the Kryptonian sped over the blurred cities and streets below as he made his way toward his second home.

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        He was relieved to see that the key was still in place as he neared the snowy Fortress. Clark flew down to push against it, intending to slot it into place, before he noticed movement. Diana and Bruce stepped out from the shadow of the keyhole. The Amazon reached for her rope and unhooked it as she leapt into the air. Clark inhaled and blew away her attempt to lasso him. Undeterred, she flew straight at him. Diana slammed into him with a crash of thunder and they both struggled to grab the other.

        "Diana, stop! It's me!" he pleaded with her.

        "I know," she replied. Clark summersaulted midair and managed to toss the woman away from him. A flash of green made him duck the constructed claws that attempted to close around him. Clark flew lower- And cried out as Hawkgirl's mace spun out from behind the key to smack him across the face. He held his cheek as the Thanagarian woman emerged from her hiding place and dove for her mace. Clark took another hard inhale and blew the weapon down into the snowbanks below. He had to get away from their trap! The man turned in preparation to streak back across snow. He only made it several feet before hard, small objects ripped into his legs. Clark cried out at the unexpected pain as he plummeted downward. What-? A green bed extended out below him, and Clark landed on it. Gleaming sheets shifted and circled to tighten around him as he looked down at his legs. Red kryptonite?

        "He thinks we're being mind controlled." J'onn's calm voice made him look up. The other alien's cloak whipped in the wind.

        "Shouldn't we...?" Diana's questioned trailed off as she looked at Clark's small wounds in sympathy.

        "Not yet." A section of the bed flattened out and the Kryptonian watched as Bruce leapt down to join them. The bed descended then, and Clark squinted through the windblown snow. Wally's red costume stood out sharply against the white around them. Clark's heart sank into his stomach as he noticed more red kryptonite shards in one of the man's hands. "Wally, John, take Clark to the holding cell. Only take the kryptonite out once he's inside." Holding cell?

        "Diana! Your lasso! You need to wear it," Clark implored her, "it'll break the hold of  whoever's doing this to you!" The Amazon reached out to gently rest her hand against his leg.

        "No one is doing this to me, Clark," she replied. No one? That couldn't be true! There was no way his lovers would ever-

        "It was only a matter of time before one of our villains killed you." The Kryptonian turned to face Bruce. "We were lucky in the past, but luck only lasts for so long."

        "We're doing this for you, Superman," Shayera said.

        "What?"

        "No more threats means no more danger." Green Lantern declared as he drifted down to join them.

        "Today was the beginning," Bruce explained. "They all die," he murmured, his voice darkening, "because I won't lose another loved one to violence."

        "You can't possibly mean that," Clark said as he looked around at his teammates. Each of them unflinchingly met his gaze. "No," he shook his head. This was wrong. This had to be some kind of nightmare - a returned Doctor Destiny's work!

        "You're not dreaming, Clark." He looked back into Jonn's red eyes. He flinched back as the man reached down to cup his cheek. "But maybe you should."

        "That would make this easier for him," Bruce noted, as if Clark weren't even there anymore. "Do it," he encouraged the Martian.

        "No!" Clark struggled against the iron strong green sheets that wrapped tighter around him. "Don't do this, J'onn! Don't-!" His world went black.

---

        For a moment, the League members stood in silence over their now sleeping love. Martian Manhunter drew back from him as the construct loosened from a firm grip to a gentle cradle.

        "Head out," Bruce told them. "We have a job to finish."

Chapter 12: [II] To Bring to Heel (V1) - Dark Superman/Batman

Summary:

wewillalwaysenduphere submitted:

1) Bruce/Clark
2.) Darkseid offers Clark to rule earth as his vassal, and since the JL can't defeat him, Clark agrees. He does it to help the world - but ends up corrupted by power. He takes Batman as his consort, and Batman who still believes Clark does it to save the world, comes willingly because he loves Clark- although this version of Clark scares him
3.) No smut necessary
4) Since no smut not necessary I guess
5) Free - could be in Superman: the animated series where Darkseid offers it to him, but no stress if you don't know it

Notes:

Warning: violence, murder.

*I hope this comes across as right - I found a couple of Superman: TAS clips on YouTube and figured I'd try it!

        "You're a magnificent opponent, Superman," the invading alien praised him, "but even you must realize it's hopeless." Clark fought to catch his breath as Darkseid allowed him the brief reprieve.

        "Darkseid..." He tried to rise, tried to fly forward to continue the fight, but the invader's Omega Beam enveloped him in heated flames. He cried out in pain as the fire around him burned in brighter hotness.

        "I could easily destroy you now," Darkseid casually continued, "and once you're gone, the pathetic beings of this planet won't have the will to resist me. If you survive, that is." The horrid heat vanished then and Clark fell to his knees on the rocks below. His arms shook as he fought to hold himself upright. "However, if you join me as my loyal vassal, I could guarantee a modicum of... restraint." Even as steam continued to rise off of Clark's torn, smoldering uniform, he felt a chill cross his heart. Restraint? From the being before him? What would an unrestrained approach look like? The man wiped at his bloody lip and continued to breath heavily as the pain he'd been in gradually began to fade. "Think of it, Superman." Clark looked up into the alien's deep red eyes. "The power you have now?" Darkseid shook his head. "It's nothing compared with what I'm offering you."

        "You can't tempt me with power," he told the man. "I'm not doing this..." Clark paused and swallowed to wet his dry throat, "for myself. This has never been about me." Those red eyes narrowed slightly as Darkseid considered him.

        "Then consider the beings you so love. You cannot beat me - what hope do they have?" The alien floated down to land before Clark. "You have fought well and won the mercy of a quick death. I doubt your people will earn the same."

        "You-!" Outraged, Clark tried to rise. That awful heat made his body tighten up in pain instead. His muscles locked, preventing him from fully falling to the ground as Darkseid held him under the force of the Omega Beams for several stuttering heartbeats. Clark gasped in relief when the fires subsided again. He sank down to his elbows and gritted his teeth as he fought to keep that small dignity in the face of the other alien. He clenched his hands into fists as he focused on breathing.

        "You know I speak the truth, Superman." It was a horrible realization, one that Clark's very being wanted to shy away from, but... If Superman couldn't beat Darkseid, the rest of the world didn't stand a chance. The people he loved would fight - and die. He shuddered at the thought. Clark could see it. The people of Earth would never willingly bend the knee to the man before him. He would have to burn them into submission. Clark again looked up into that near expressionless, stony face and knew the other man would do it. He'd kill as many people as he needed to in order to enforce his will.

        "If-" Was he really doing this? The pit in Clark's stomach tightened and soured as he forced himself up off his knees. He leaned against the rocky outcropping beside him, and the alien allowed him to fully stand. "If I join you, what'll happen to Earth?"

        "It will be yours to tame and rule," Darkseid replied, "in my name." The pit sat heavier inside him. Clark was certain he'd be sick later, but for now... He couldn't watch his people die. Not at the hands of the likes of Darkseid.

        "Then..." He closed his eyes. Took another breath. Clark opened his eyes to a satisfied smile on the other alien's face. "I accept." Anything to save them from the monster before him.

        "Good," Darkseid said. "I know you'll make a fine knight, Superman. Come," the man told him as he ascended into the air once more. "You will begin your task immediately." Feeling ill, Clark reluctantly took to the air to fly by the alien's side as they both flew skyward. "I expect many great things from you."

---

        Even with him at the helm of an invasion turned occupation, the people had been slow to bend their knees to Darkseid's order. Clark understood their unwillingness, he did, but every day that new resistance groups sprung to life, they forced Earth closer and closer to their new Lord taking command himself. Why couldn't they understand? Clark didn't want to do this anymore than they wanted it to be done, but he had to! It was him, or Darkseid. Most of the people who'd seen coverage of the initial invasion had bowed before Superman's mercy, but those who hadn't.... Clark had been as gentle as he could as he broke up armed mobs shouting for freedom. Didn't they know what they were really shouting for was death? He'd looked into Darkseid's red eyes and seen the fate that had awaited them. So why did they keep fighting him? Clark swooped low over the Metropolis street and carefully disarmed the crowd of protestors before him. He twisted the ends of their guns into metal pretzels and tossed each useless weapon behind him.

        "You need to return to your homes," he raised his voice to be heard over their shouting.

        "Or what?" A young woman raised clenched fists at him. "What're you gonna do about it?" One of the few floating turrets Darkseid had left behind whirred down to hover just over his shoulder. Instead of reacting in fear, the others shouted their defiance at it as she glared at him. Clark didn't look back at the turret, at the small, domed camera affixed to the top of it. He knew Darkseid was watching them through it. Watching him. The other man had been patient so far. Clark feared what would happen when that patience finally ran out. Faster than the woman could see, Clark reached out and snagged her by the wrist. He pulled her forward and down, easily forcing her to her knees.

        "You will obey," he told her. "Now return to your homes," Clark continued as he squeezed her wrist, "or you'll see what Darkseid's mercy looks like." The woman cried out in surprised pain as he broke her wrist. When he let go of her, she cradled it to her chest as she cowered back from him. "Well?" The others paled as they looked at him. "Go!" For a moment, no one moved. A man at the back broke ranks then and ran. The others dispersed, running from Clark in silent fear as the woman got to her feet. She watched him with wide, terrified eyes before she also turned from him and ran.

        Clark looked down at his hand. His fingers trembled. He'd never hurt anyone like that before. It had been so disturbingly easy. He could almost hear the alien's satisfied voice.

        "You have done well." Clark fought back the urge to shudder. He clenched and unclenched his hand as he turned to look back at the turret. It moved up and away to return to its patrol. Clark gripped his hands behind his back as he took to the air as well. He'd dispersed the crowd. No one had died. With the ever-looming threat of Darkseid, that was all that mattered now.

---

        Even as word of Clark's increasingly strict measures spread, resistance continued. It was like they wanted to die. He couldn't understand why they insisted on fighting a battle they knew they couldn't win. Superman was the strongest man on Earth - the mobs' attempts at street fighting was worthless in the face of his power. Clark had been shot at. Punched. Spit on. All by people who valued their freedoms over their lives. Clark just couldn't see what they were hoping to gain. What good was freedom when you weren't alive to enjoy it? What good were freedoms when they were weighed against the lives of the rest of humanity? It wasn't like the protestors had even used their precious freedom to help others before Darkseid's invasion. Clark had given money to beggars and fed the homeless before he'd become their Lord's knight. What had these people done for their fellow men and women? Worse than nothing, now they endangered those they'd never tried to help. Clark caught the bottle that had been swung at him and shattered it in his hand. The man who'd been holding it screamed as the neck burst into glass shards that bloodied his palm. Clark took the man's hand and squeezed. The man's face went white as a sheet as his scream trailed off into a high whine of agony.

        "You're going to go home," Clark told him. "And if I see you in another resistance movement, you'll lose your hand. Do you understand?" The man whimpered as he nodded. Clark let him go and watched as he hurried away. This wasn't working. Superman hadn't had a reputation of fear before the invasion. He was having to build it from the ground up, after years of helping the people of Earth trust him. He couldn't do this alone, Clark realized. He needed the help of someone who was already feared. He needed-

        The alternating beats of music. The darkness lit by strobing, changing lights. He'd crossed his arms as he'd watched the bar goers dance and party.

        "Hey, sweetheart, what are you, deaf?" Clark had raised an unimpressed eyebrow as the man who'd sat before him gestured to the waitress. "Turn around." The sound of shattering glass had made Clark look upward. The sharp silhouette of a bat had descended through the broken window above, intermediately lit by the flashing lights. Clark's breath had caught, both in reluctant awe and a slight, foreign touch of fear, as Batman landed on the table before the man. The other patrons' startled cries had quickly faded into terrified and confused muttering. Clark had never seen a group of people so immediately fearful of one man, someone who was supposedly as powerless as they were. It was-

        Impressive. Clark hadn't appreciated it back then. That a human had successfully instilled such a response in his fellow humans... It was more than impressive. Now, it would be useful. If Superman alone couldn't terrify humanity into saving their own lives, perhaps he could do it with Batman's help. At the very least it couldn't hurt to try. Bruce was also the smartest man Clark had ever met. Surely, he'd understand. The man rose into the air and ignored the fearful murmurs from those below. It wouldn't take him long to reach Gotham. He hoped Bruce would see reason. The sooner they put down the last of the resistance movements, the sooner Earth would finally be safe.

---

        Silence was Batman's response to his proposal. Clark waited by the man's now dim signal as the human turned his back on him. The Kryptonian felt a touch of annoyance at that. People were so comfortable with turning their backs to him. No one would have dared do that to Darkseid. It was one more thing the other being could use against Clark - another sign that the people of Earth still weren't obeying him. He crossed his arms as he continued to wait. Clark couldn't think of an immediate alternative to Bruce. He needed the man to say yes. Needed another person who could help him save people who seemed completely determined to die. If Batman said no...

        "Yes," Bruce murmured, but when Clark looked to him it was clear the man was speaking to himself. "With what you've told me about Darkseid..." Bruce turned on his heel toward Superman, one hand cupping his chin as he continued to mutter to himself. "We'll need to change.... Think of their perceptions.... Give us more time to study him..."

        "Bruce?" Clark peered through the dark mask and watched as calculating eyes met his.

        "And you're absolutely certain that Darkseid will take matters into his own hands if Earth doesn't look like it's obeying him?"

        "Yes," Clark immediately replied. "If we push him too far, he won't hesitate to kill people." He remembered the alien's promise. "And it won't be pretty." But it would drive Clark's point home. He was the only thing standing between Earth and a fiery death.

        "Then I agree."

        "You- You do?" He hadn't expected a positive answer that quickly.

        "Yes. We can't beat Darkseid head on," Bruce said, "so we'll need time to find his weaknesses."

        "I don't think he has any." Clark admitted. That got him a confident smile, one that made his chest unexpectedly warm.

        "Everyone has a weakness, Superman. We'll find his. Right now," the man continued, "yours is how people view you."

        "I know that. That's why I-"

        "Partnering with me won't be good enough," Bruce interrupted him. "If you want to scare people," he reached out with a gloved hand to touch the S on Clark's chest, "then you need to change." Batman smirked at his questioning look. "There's a reason I wear what I wear, Clark. You're not intimidating in those colors."

        "Then what would you suggest?"

        "You need to go darker," he said as he stepped back to circle Clark. "If you lost the blue," he murmured, "and added more armor... Something to visually set you apart from you as Superman..." Bruce paused in front of him. "Maybe you should call on Darkseid." What? "After all, shouldn't a good 'Lord' provide his 'knight' with armor?" Clark honestly hadn't thought of that. It was that, he realized, or try to find an Earth tailor who'd help fashion him something intimidating.

        "Thank you, Bruce," Clark said. When Bruce didn't reply, he reached out to take the man's hand in his. "I mean it. I don't think I could've done this on my own for much longer." This was such a relief. That Batman had said yes - maybe things would finally start going Clark's way.

        "We'll need some way to announce the change." Batman stared thoughtfully past him, his eyes going distant as he looked into the night sky. "Something public, that will show both our partnership and your new look." He gave a small and mirthless chuckle. "I can't think of anything that would top Darkseid's invasion."

        "What about-" Clark's throat went dry at the thought. He swallowed as Bruce gave him a curious look. "What about a wedding?" Behind the mask, blue eyes widened in surprise. "The Dark Knight and Darkseid's Knight. I think that would catch their attention."

        "Are you sure?" Batman's voice had gone low and serious. "Even if this was just for show-"

        "It wouldn't be," he quietly said. Those blue eyes widened even further. "Not for me. You're-." He cleared his throat. "I admire you. You're one of the bravest men I know."

        "Says the man who fought Darkseid," Bruce quietly said after a moment of silence.

        "You would've done it too." Clark said. The man would've died instantly upon being subjected to Darkseid's Omega Beams, but the Kryptonian could easily imagine the fight he would've tried to put up before that.

        "That's why I admire you," the human said after another heartbeat of silence. "I'd watch you on the news," he continued, "and you always did the right thing, no matter how hard it was." Clark threaded his fingers through the gloved hand he held.

        "Then we can do the right thing, together," he told Bruce. The smile he got in response was breathtaking.

---

        "-and do you, Superman, take Batman as your lawfully wedded consort?" It was easy to ignore the nervous undertone in the presiding priest's voice. Batman stood before him in his dark costume, a near silhouetted shadow in the constant flashes of camera light.

        "I do," he replied. The grey ring looked right on Bruce's gloved finger. Clark's own ring nearly blended into the dark grey and red armor Lord Darkseid had provided him.

        "Then you may kiss the- Your consort," the priest said. The Kryptonian embraced his consort then, tilting his head slightly so that he could properly kiss the man. Bruce's lips were warm against his own. They parted then as the communication bracelet around Clark's right wrist flashed. A blue projection of Darkseid extended to his lifelike height as the reporters that lined the aisles gasped. Bruce's arms briefly tightened around Clark's shoulders. The human relaxed and flatly stared at the taller man. The blank expression earned him a look of mild respect.

        "I have looked into your Batman, my knight. You have chosen well," Darkseid declared. Clark smiled.

        "I have," he agreed.

        "Then I look forward to seeing your improved results."

        "You will," Clark promised him. The image of Darkseid disappeared then, and as there were audible sighs of relief from around them, Clark leaned in to kiss his consort again. He had chosen well. For a moment, Bruce was stiff against him. The human softened again, then, and returned his kiss.

---

        "Tyrants!" Another city. Another mob. Clark was getting tired of this. He and Bruce had seen a drop in resistance movements in the week after their marriage, but the dissatisfied hadn't taken long to rally back to the streets. Batman ducked beneath a bat swing and uppercut the woman who'd tried to smash his face in. She dropped the bat, clutching her nose as she fell back onto the pavement. Clark glared out from the shadows of his new helmet at the people who uselessly clung to his arms. As if they could stop him. Why couldn't these people understand how useless it all was? None of them would ever be strong enough to stop him; hurt him. Why did they keep-? The sound of a loud crack made his attention snap back to Bruce. He stared at the impossible. Batman went limp as he dropped toward the street. Clark shook the protestors holding onto him off like the fleas they were before he swept down to catch the man.

       "Bruce?" The man didn't reply. His heartbeat was steady. So was his breathing. Then what had happened? Clark's gleaming eyes caught on the fine crack that thinly split the back of the man's mask. Who had dared? The Kryptonian looked across the hands of the quickly quieting crowd around them. A broken umbrella. Pepper spray. A brick. A snapped bat. An iron bar. "You don't want to see reason?" he demanded of the people before him. "Fine! Then see Darkseid's mercy." As the knight held his unconscious consort close, he burned through the flesh and the bones of those who had opposed them.

Chapter 13: [II] Brief Comfort - (Pre) Bruce/Dark Clark

Summary:

13Midnight_Muse submitted:

1) pre-Bruce/Clark

2) After the events of Emperor Joker (where Joker gained godlike powers and did things like eating China literally), Batman is broken from all the times Joker killed him and brought him back to him to life. Someone had to erase his memories of all the events of Emperor Joker to bring him back to normal. It wasn't perfect though because Batman has night terrors about it. Superman has been flying over comforting him a lot.

3) No

4) Nope. I'm good

5) Any verse is fine

        Superman paused as, across several cities, he heard Bruce's heartbeat tick up. The man glanced around his own quiet city streets before he changed course and began his now familiar flight toward the Dark Knight's manor. It took only seconds the reach the man's home. Clark let himself inside and made his way down the dark hall. He reached Bruce's room and quietly opened the door. Across the room, his friend twisted beneath the sheets of his bed. Sweat drench hair clung to the man's pale face. Clark considered waking him. He instead drifted over to his friend's bed. Bruce took short and hard breaths as his eyes flickered back and forth beneath his closed eyelids. The Kryptonian reached down to stroke the man's slick bangs back. He ran his fingers through Bruce's damp hair and waited for the man to calm down. The human's teeth clenched and ground together as his jaw worked back and forth.

        "Bruce," he kept his voice low. "It's all right. I'm here." He continued to gently toy with Bruce's hair as the man's breathing slowly evened out. Clark smiled as his friend gradually calmed down. Good, he hadn't needed to wake him. Those times were becoming fewer and farer between as their time together went on. Clark took it as a sign that even though Bruce didn't know it, he was coming to take comfort in the superhero's presence. Maybe the Joker had unintentionally done Clark a favor. He would never forgive the man for torturing Bruce with his brief, godly powers, but the Kryptonian also believed in finding the bright side of things. They'd dealt with the madman and now Clark had another reason to spend more time with his friend.

        Maybe, he thought, this could be the beginning of something more. All Bruce needed was a helping hand, and Clark was more than willing to be there for him. He'd stay until Bruce got up, he decided. Maybe they could eat lunch together, or head out on a patrol. Clark quietly leaned against the bedpost and continued to stroke Bruce's hair as he waited for the man to wake.

Chapter 14: [II] Waiting For The Day - Dark Fem!Superman/Batman

Summary:

RedWolfe submitted:

1. Dark Fem Superman/Batman

2. In the original universe, Bruce confronted Fem Joker in Metropolis but was captured by her. Fem Joker recorded a video for a pregnant Fem Superman and the Justice League to watch, consisting of her raping and torturing Bruce before detonating a bomb that not only kills both Bruce and Joker but destroys Metropolis like in canon. When similar events happen in another universe, things change when Bruce and Fem Joker are transported to the original universe where Superwoman has built her regime. The spotting of Bruce and Joker would cause both the Regime and the Insurgency, with the latter ran by a Fem Dick Grayson, to try and get to Bruce and forgoing any consequences. Unfortunately for the Insurgency, Superwoman comes personally and murders the Joker before capturing her alternate-universe husband. Bruce would be taken to Stryker’s Island where he is forced to reconnect with his alternate tyrant version of a wife and the daughter his alternate self sired before perishing.

3. I’d assume there would be for this story.

4. No preference

5. Injustice series

Notes:

Warning: Murder, captivity, non-graphic rape.

        Both Clarke's human and Kryptonian parents had tried to help her through her grief. Her friends, those who had remained loyal, had attempted to help her toward proper mourning. Ha. Proper. They couldn't understand. There was no proper way to understand what had happened. No way to think back on it without experiencing that unbanked, all-consuming rage. Wonder Woman had been the only League member to truly know her thoughts; to understand the driving force behind her actions. It had been a relief to depend on the Amazon. Her friend hadn't shied away from the video when it had arrived. Hadn't tried to placate her over the years with lies of, 'it'll get easier with time,' or 'he's in a better place now.'" Her husband was gone. Bruce had been torn from her. From their daughter, who'd been sentenced to growing up without a father. Bruce had known that pain. He would have never accepted that for her.

        And how he'd been taken from them. Even now, thinking of the inhuman violations that madwoman had forced on Bruce made her stomach twist. The things the Joker had done to him... Clarke had to stop her walk through the Hall of Justice. The Kryptonian covered her mouth as bile pushed at the back of her throat. She closed her eyes and swallowed. Pushed the thought of that woman forcing herself on- No! Clarke dug her fingers into the skin of her cheeks. She couldn't think about that now. Not when Richardine was throwing another plan at the Regime. Those erratic power readings, what else could they be? Just another stress. Another thing gone wrong in a world without Batman. She straightened. Clenched her hands into familiar fists as she walked onward. Clarke couldn't understand why the young woman insisted on making things so much harder. Superwoman had brought peace. Ensured that no villain could ever again do what the Joker had done. But did Dickie appreciate that? No. She'd argued for the lives and rights of people who didn't deserve them. And now this. Another mystery. Another plot intending to bring chaos back to the order Clarke had made. Dickie was lucky, Clarke thought as she entered the war room, that Bruce had thought of her as his daughter. His love for the girl was the only reason the Kryptonian allowed her attempts at rebellion to continue.

        "Tell me you have something," Clarke asked of Cyborg. The older teen looked up from his screen and nodded.

        "Whatever they're doing, the energy signatures are focusing in on the middle of Metropolis." Clarke starred at him. Her city. Would Richardine really-? No, there was no way the rebel would dare threaten a city. Not Clarke's home, not after what the Joker had done to it. But why there, though? There had to be a point. Dickie never did anything without plotting three steps ahead. She was, disappointingly, very much like Bruce in that regard.

        "This is too obvious for a trap," Wonder Woman stated. Her friend frowned down at the energy readings. "The Insurgency would never be this brazen."

        "I could check it out." The Flash offered. Clarke considered him. He was their fastest first responder to issues. Then... Maybe the trap wasn't for her, maybe it was for him.

        "No. I won't risk them capturing you," Clarke told him. "I'll go with-" Cyborg's gasp was a harsh thing. A deep, full body reaction that made her attention snap back to him. Her skin crawled at his expression. She looked down at the screen

Bruce

        She could see Bruce through the security camera. But that was- That couldn't be- The Joker was at his side. Clarke watched as the woman she'd killed dusted herself off and looked around. That ghoulish painted face twisted in offended anger and then the madwoman turned and kicked her husband in the stomach. Bruce didn't try to- couldn't, Clarke realized. She could see now that his hands were cuffed behind his back. Could see deep cuts to his armor. Just like when

like when

        Clarke was barely aware of cement and metal turning to powder around her. She could hardly feel the wind in her hair. Bruce. Her husband was trapped in the middle of the street with his killer. Heat threatened to cloud her vision. Clarke poured everything she had into her flight. Buildings blinked by. She could only feel the disbelieving panic in her heart. Feel it squeeze and thud against her ribs. Clarke heard her then. Richardine. The girl was below, desperately sprinting around the startled pedestrians before her. She was heading for Bruce. The Kryptonian could feel it in her bones.

        No. Clarke had already lost him once. She'd never lose him again! One last burst of speed and a sharp downward angle. One hard shove at the madwoman sent her flying into the wall of the store behind them. Bones broke. Skin split. Blood splashed across brick. She didn't care. Bruce turned a disbelieving gaze on the mound of meat that had been the Joker. He made a hushed sound of horror. Clarke didn't care. He was here. He was alive! And that was all that mattered. The Kryptonian leaned down to pick her husband up and hold him close. She could hear Richardine's shouts in the distance; hear the startled cries of the pedestrians around them. Hear how Bruce's heart pounded too fast in his chest. Clarke cradled him close as she rose into the air. She'd missed him so much. His warmth. His voice. The woman cradled her husband to her chest as she flew them away from the city. Clarke... She'd make sense of this later. All that mattered that Bruce was with her and alive.

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        Bruce had lost count of how long he'd been under 'protective custody'. Over a year, at least. It frustrated him to no end. This strange Clarke and her young daughter weren't his, yet the woman claimed to be his wife now. Had smiled as she'd helped her little girl toddle towards him. As if the child truly were his. Even with the girl's dark curls and vivid blue eyes, she was a stranger he could only pity. His alternate self's daughter could never replace the boy that his wife had been expecting. He spent his days playing with the girl as best he could, to honor the memory of the father she'd never meet, but he couldn't love her or her mother. Not like this Clarke wanted him too. She unblinkingly refused to acknowledge the life he'd been torn from - refused to believe that he would never come around to caring for them both.

        This murderous version of his wife instead made him afraid. She was a twisted version of the woman Bruce loved, a broken reflection that showed him the levels Superwoman could sink to every time she'd walk him to his room. Guide him onto the bed. This Clarke knew his body as well as his wife did - she just didn't care that he was her prisoner. That every shuddering pleasure she toyed out of him wasn't consensual. The fact that there was even one version of Clarke who'd be sick enough to use sex as a Stockholm syndrome ploy... It made Bruce's stomach twist in on itself. He shifted beneath his sheets to look at the woman beside him. She looked so much like his wife when she slept. Her features went soft; relaxed. It made everything worse, because he knew she'd wake up. Touch him with hands that had killed so many people. Hold him close as she quietly insisted that he was her Bruce now. He could never be that man. Not while Clarke was out there, working herself to the bone trying to find him. Bruce couldn't give up on his wife and son. So he'd try to be patient. The madwoman before him would slip up. Reveal something he could use to escape. Super villains always did. He just had to wait for that moment. When it came, he told himself, he'd find his way back to his family. Bruce would never be separated from them again, he swore.

Chapter 15: [II] The Games We Play - Bruce/Dark Clark

Summary:

conquerorofheaven submitted:

1. Bruce/Clark
2. Clark has captured Bruce and hold him captive (possibly in the Fortress of Solitude?) so he can micromanage every aspect of Bruce's life indefinitely. Bruce continuously attempts to break out, and succeeds on occasion, escaping as far away as he can possibly get from a man who can pick out his heartbeat anywhere on earth. Clark never gets angry at Bruce, he just treats it like a game, like Bruce is just playing hard to get, tracking down Bruce and bringing him back each time.
3. Smut if you'd like
4. No character death of Bruce or Clark, others is fine
5. Any universe is fine

Notes:

Warning: captivity

        Beneath that dark outfit and scowling exterior, Bruce was perhaps the cutest man Clark had ever met. He enjoyed playing hard to get - had kept the act up far longer into their relationship than the Kryptonian had expected him to. The human pretended at neverending anger, lashing out with words and even fists whenever Clark made the time to visit his room. Clark knew not to take it personally. With how much the man had suffered, it only made sense that he'd try to push other people away. Bruce had even told him once, before the Kryptonian had bundled him away to the Fortress, that he'd intended for his Batman costume to be as terrifying as possible. It put the fear of the night into the hearts of criminals. It also scared civilians away - putting them out of range of further harm. Clark gave a small laugh at the thought. Bruce and terrifying didn't really belong in the same sentence. The human could act all he wanted, but the Kryptonian knew the truth.

        He enjoyed being here. Was relieved that he'd been made to give up the suffocating weight of Gotham. No rogues could reach Batman here, and Clark's careful supervision and cooking was getting the man into healthier shape. Bruce could snap and growl all he wanted. He was better here. Safer. More content. The dark bags under the millionaire's eyes were gone and once fresh wounds had gotten the chance to heal to faded scars. The man didn't have to pretend here, even though he still insisted on it. Clark had accepted that the prickly attitude was likely second nature now. That was no issue. All he needed was more time to show Bruce that he didn't need to protect himself like that any more. Clark smiled to himself as he stepped out into the whistling winds and heavy snow.

        This, just like with Bruce's angry act, was another test. Every being had boundaries - Bruce was merely seeing how far he could push the Kryptonian. Clark would never disappoint the man. He flew up into the cold night sky and shut his eyes. The human had gotten nearly two football fields away this time. Clark listened to the telltale beat of Bruce's heart; the sound of furry slippers against the snow. It took seconds to scoop his love up. The man sighed at Clark's fond chuckle and buried his face in the Kryptonian's shoulder to avoid talking.

        Absolutely adorable, he thought. The trip home was a quiet one and Bruce silently accepted the blanket he was offered when they returned to his room. When he sat down on the couch, still glaring at the floor, Clark took the seat beside him. The superhero didn't speak. Didn't try to start a conversation. He just had to be patient. Bruce still needed time to adjust to real safety and love - Clark was more than willing to wait for as long as he needed to.

Chapter 16: [II] The Subject - Dark Bruce/Clark

Summary:

Hannijr submitted:

Dark Bruce/Clark
Bruce is in love with clark so he uses mind control to clark maybe with some kind of kryptonite.
Smut yesss.

Notes:

Warning: captivity, mind control.

        Bruce was incredibly proud of his newest creation. A powdered blend of several Kryptonite stones - their mixed properties getting the most intriguing reaction from his test subject. Obedience. Unquestioning, immediate submission to any command he gave. The government had been most pleased with his breakthrough, pleased enough that they had even willingly overlooked his insistence on keeping the blend's exact makeup to himself. For now, he thought. There would come a day when his fellow scientists whined enough that Bruce's governmental patrons would come knocking for the recipe, but he was intent on enjoying his exclusivity while it lasted.

        As he was now. The man leaned back in swivel chair he'd rolled into the containment cell and watched as the alien's cheeks went a rosy red as he obediently opened himself further. It truly was something to watch fingers that could and had split steel like wet paper dip down into the hole Bruce knew like the back of his own hand now. Pale thighs twitched against thin sheets as his subject whimpered. The next thrust made the being keen. The alien curled in on himself as he shivered. Bruce smirked. It always responded so well to finding its prostate.

        "Stop," he ordered. The alien froze. Not a single muscle strained in disobedience. Bruce's smirk slid back down into a satisfied smile. "Ride me," the man instructed. He leaned back in his seat and waited as his subject tugged its fingers free and floated up off its bed. The scientist freed himself from the tightening confines of his slacks and boxers, tugging both slightly down to give the alien free access to his cock. Bruce held himself steady with one hand and used the other to guide the being down onto him. The alien moaned, whimpering in the back of its throat as it sank onto his length. Bruce's hand tightened on one thin hip as he closed his eyes at that pleasing, familiar heat. His dear subject was always so warm and ready for him. As the being began to move against him, its hands settling on the armrests of his chair, he responded with shallow thrusts of his own. The flush on its cheeks deepened, highlighting those sharp cheekbones. The alien's blue eyes were distant as it began to increase its pace. "Faster," he muttered. The being obliged.

        All too soon he felt his own pleasure rising to its peak. His stomach warmed and tightened just before he came. His subject's eyes closed at the feeling, its features twisting in increasing desperation. "Cum," the scientist ordered the moment he caught his breath. The alien immediately did so. White painted its own heaving chest as it gave a cry of relief. The being slumped down against him, wrinkling his lab coat as it too tried to  catch its breath. Bruce allowed it to, reaching up to rest his hand against the alien's bare back. He had ten more minutes of this charming obedience before to the being fully came back to itself. Perhaps, he thought, he could further tweak the recipe. Increase the duration, or find a way to decrease the negative effects of the being's exposure to it. Too much resulted in strange rashes, faint pinks that deepened into angry reds with each subsequent testing. It was more to think on, but for later. For now he wanted to enjoy being in his exhausted alien's presence.

Chapter 17: [II] Flickers - Dark Clark/Bruce

Summary:

Readero33 submitted:

1. Clark/Bruce
2. (first idea) Bruce dies but ends up as a ghost. He is increasingly horrified as the world progressively went to shit after his death. Alternatively, Dark Superman 'correcting' the world on his way to resurrect his Bat while Ghost!Bat watches.
3. Okay with either
4. Sadism between the pairing I guess.
5. Anything that is applicable~

        "We're almost there," Clark told his husband. Bruce couldn't respond. The other man's body merely floated in his tank, that ugly wound to his chest a marring mark Clark had to always ignore. The Kryptonian approached the tank and pressed his palm to the chilled glass. "I'm almost done." He only had a few "friends" left to deal with. Wonder Woman. Martian Manhunter. The Green Lanterns. Plastic Man. He'd whittled down the resistance to seven "heroes". The thought made his lips curl downward. Heroes. What was heroic about stopping him from doing what needed to be done? They'd all acted like they'd understood - helped him grieve; come together to support him. They had helped him keep the peace at first. A world without Batman was a world without fear. The crooks had thought they could be bolder. Act more recklessly. His friends had stood with him to put down the first few troublemakers, but they'd gone weak as time went on. As the filth in human costumes pretending to be people continued to escalate into wider acts of violence. His team had faltered. Hesitated. Watched and whispered as he alone had begun to do what needed to be done.

        A world without Batman was a fearless one - Superman had stepped into the empty role his husband had been torn from. Broken guns had gone to broken hands. Repeat offenders had proven they were without any hope. The system didn't need that kind of strain anymore, not without Bruce to cow them into submission. So Clark had eased the burden. Removed the things that lied so many times about how they'd do better, be better, before escaping from their prisons and killing more people. And his teammates had dared to protest. To claim he was going too far. Too far? Clark wasn't going far enough! If he'd done better, Bruce would've never been killed! Their planet would've never needed to rely on one determined yet fragile human for protection from the dark!

        "I'm sorry," he murmured to Bruce. "I never understood what you were doing for us. If I had..." But he hadn't. And Bruce had been made to wade into the ugliest pits of humanity alone, until they'd swallowed him whole. "It won't happen again," he promised his husband. "I know now. When you come back, they'll be gone." He wouldn't dare bring Bruce back until then. He couldn't risk that. There was a flicker out of the corner of his eyes and Clark couldn't stop himself from looking. They were getting more frequent as time went on. Flashes of a dark figure that were out of focus and blurred, yet he knew what it was. Who it was. Bruce. Even death couldn't stop his husband. Clark could never turn fast enough; never reach him quick enough to touch that dark form.

        "Just a little longer." Clark whispered the promise. He just needed a little more time to bring the world under control. To make it safe. When he was certain nothing and no one could ever hurt Bruce again. Never make his soul wonder while his body bore death blows. The flickering spirit of his husband was gone for now and Clark was left alone again. He touched the smooth glass once more. Just a little while longer...

Chapter 18: [II] Holding Out - Dark Clark/Bruce

Summary:

13Midnight_Muse submitted:

1.) Clark/Bruce
2.) Batman was captured and tortured by the Joker because he thought that he could stop him. It turns out there was a second deadman's switch. When Superman killed the joker, a bomb went off in Gotham (where Batman is) because there should be no Batman without a Joker. Clark feels guilty but is relieved that Bruce is still barely alive. Superman takes him to the fortress and keeps him there.
3.) If it's possible.
4.) Bruce doesn't die
5.) The Injustice Games

        Bruce was nearly obscured by bandages and wiring. He floated in the middle of the Kryptonian tube, his uncovered hair splayed in the thick, gleaming liquid around him. It had been a month since Clark had first found and rescued him. A month since Metropolis and Gotham had gone up in flames - since the Joker's mocking grin had seared itself into Superman's memory as the madman had revealed both the bombs and his captive. Clark reached for the tube but hesitated. He wanted, needed, to touch Bruce. To feel his heartbeat, hear him speak; see him move. He couldn't. The wounds were still too fresh; still life threatening.

        "Bruce." Could Bruce hear him? Clark had heard that there were cases where comatose patients were aware of what was going on around them. He had to believe the man could. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I should've found you sooner. Stopped him sooner. Then maybe..." Metropolis and Gotham would've been spared. Bruce would't be before him now, clinging to life by the tips of his fingernails. "I... dealt with the Joker. You're safe," he continued, "he won't ever hurt you again. I..." Clark paused. Swallowed. "I wish you were here with me. Everything's gone so wrong." Politicians who'd never cared about their constituents before had miraculously found moral backbones. They protested doing what was necessary, what would save lives! They'd even tricked some his friends into arguing against Clark's actions!

        "You could make them see," Clark told his husband. "You were always better with words than I was." Bruce wasn't even close to being healed enough for that. Clark was worried getting him there would take months. His heart twisted at the thought. The man took deep breaths to fight back the urge to cry. He'd already done enough of that. Bruce didn't need more crying - he needed safety. If anyone interrupted the healing process, the setback could be disastrous. Maybe even deadly. No. Clark had almost lost him to the Joker. He wouldn't lose him now, or ever. The politicians wanted to agitate? Fine. Superman had the support of the people. His friends were becoming uneasy with what he was doing? Wonder Woman could handle them as he watched over Bruce. Out of all of them, Diana had been his strongest supporter. She understood - and very few beings could get past an Amazon. They'd be safe while Bruce healed. All he need was time, Clark told himself. His husband would be better one day. He just needed to hold out until then.

Chapter 19: [II] To Bring To Heel (V2) - Dark Clark/Bruce

Summary:

wewillalwaysenduphere submitted:

First idea:
1) Bruce/Clark
2.) Darkseid offers Clark to rule earth as his vassal, and since the JL can't defeat him, Clark agrees. He does it to help the world - but ends up corrupted by power. He takes Batman as his consort, and Batman who still believes Clark does it to save the world, comes willingly because he loves Clark- although this version of Clark scares him
3.) No smut necessary
4) since no smut not necessary i guess
5) Free - could be in Superman: the animated series where darkseid offers it to him, but no stress if you don't know it

2nd idea:
Basically everything like one, but Clark accepts Darkseids offer from the beginning knowing it'll allow him to finally be who he wants to be. He reveals his true self and still takes Batman as consort, who loves Clark but is shocked to see his true self and would rather get away.

       "Superman." Clark wearily watched as the larger alien emerged from the tunnel of white light.

        "Darkseid," he shortly returned the greeting. That got him the slightest of smiles.

        "Today, you and your planet face a choice." Clark remembered the threatening promise he'd been given the first time they'd met. "Join me, become my loyal vassal, and I promise you power beyond what you have now. Resist, and I will easily destroy you and subjugate this primitive world." He was offering...? Clark had never thought the alien would offer him a position - Darkseid hadn't seemed like the sharing type. Yet here he was, doing exactly that.

        "How do I know you won't double cross me? I've seen how you deal with people who should've been able to trust you," he said as he thought back to Kalibak's cries of pain.

        "My son has yet to prove himself worthy of better treatment," the alien replied. "I have watched you for some time now, however - you have earned the respect needed for such trust." Clark studied the man through narrowed eyes. The alien's dark, stony features gave away nothing.

        "My people won't just roll over and submit," the Kryptonian warned him. "Some of them would fight you to the death."

        "Examples would need to be set." The other man agreed, "but would you be willing to set them?"

        "If I had your support," Clark responded, wanting to determine how much the being would be willing to offer.

        "I would give you what you deemed necessary to tame your world," Darkseid promised him. That set expression never wavered. If he was telling the truth...

        "Then I accept," he replied as he offered his hand. Clark thought he saw a glimpse of knowing satisfaction in those deep red eyes as the alien took his hand.

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        Even with him at the helm of the occupation, the people had been slow to bend their knees to their order. Clark couldn't understood their unwillingness. Darkseid would've been an unknown factor, but everyone knew who he was. What he could do. That didn't stop armed mobs from rising up and shouting for freedom- just like they were now, in Metropolis. Clark swooped low over the wide street and easily disarmed the crowd of protestors before him. He twisted the ends of their guns into metal pretzels and tossed each useless weapon behind him.

        "You must return to your homes," he raised his voice to be heard over their shouting.

        "Or what?" The familiar voice of Turpin rang through the air as he pushed his way to the front of the crowd. "What're you gonna do about it, you rotten traitor!" Clark eyed the former cop. He'd been unexpectedly useful in the past, but now? Now he was an insignificant road bump on the way to Superman's rule.

        "You've helped me before," the Kryptonian spoke in a low voice. "Help me now by going home."

        "Never!" The human raised a defiant fist in the air as those around him rallied closer. "Never again, you no good-" It took only seconds to scorch the man to ashes. An instant, harsh silence fell across the crowd as they stared at where Turpin had stood. Several of the protestors' faces blanched and he heard the sound of someone retching further in the back.

        "Go!" Clark ordered the protestors. They soundlessly scattered, sprinting away from him in terrified obedience. He watched them go with a smile. Maybe now he'd start to get real results.

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        Or not, he thought to himself as he stepped over the burned remains of another protestor. Even as word of Clark's measures spread, resistance continued. It was like they wanted to die. He couldn't understand why they insisted on fighting a battle they knew they couldn't win. Superman was the strongest man on Earth - the mobs' attempts at street fighting was worthless in the face of his power. Clark had been shot at. Punched. Spit on. All by people who valued their freedoms over their lives. He had been more than willing to oblige their desires, but he was annoyed this wasn't working as quickly as he thought it should have. The problem, he'd realized, was that Superman hadn't had a reputation of fear before the takeover. He was having to build it from the ground up after years of acting to make the people of Earth trust him. If he wanted the humans to realize the truth, he needed the help of someone who was already feared. He needed-

        The alternating beats of music. The darkness lit by strobing, changing lights. He'd crossed his arms as he'd watched the bar goers dance and party.

        "Hey, sweetheart, what are you, deaf?" Clark had raised an unimpressed eyebrow as the man who'd sat before him gestured to the waitress. "Turn around." The sound of shattering glass had made Clark look upward. The sharp silhouette of a bat had descended through the broken window above, intermediately lit by the flashing lights. Clark's breath had caught, both in reluctant awe as Batman landed on the table before the man. The other patrons' startled cries had quickly faded into terrified and confused muttering. Clark had never seen a group of people so immediately fearful of one man, someone who was supposedly as powerless as they were. It was-

        Impressive. That a human had successfully instilled such a response in his fellow humans... It was more than impressive. Now it would be useful. If Superman alone couldn't terrify humanity into submission, then perhaps he could do it with Batman's help. At the very least it couldn't hurt to try. Bruce was also the smartest man Clark had ever met. Surely, he'd understand there were no other good alternatives. The man rose into the air and ignored the fearful murmurs from the still living below. It wouldn't take him long to reach Gotham.

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        Silence was Batman's response to his proposal. Clark waited by the man's now dim signal as the human turned his back on him. The Kryptonian felt a touch of annoyance at that. Some people were still so comfortable with turning their backs to him. No one would have dared do that to Darkseid. It was one more sign that the people of Earth still didn't see him as worthy of such respect.

        "On one condition," Bruce said as he looked back at Clark.

        "Which is?"

        "Stop killing. From here on out? No more," Bruce warned, "or I'll put everything into resisting you. It won't be just people out on the streets with crowbars - I'll be your worst nightmare." The masked man reached out, glaring at Clark as he did so. "Do you understand me?" The Kryptonian took his hand and instead of shaking it, raised the other man's knuckles to his lips.

        "Of course." Clark smiled at the faint blush that spread across his bat's hidden cheeks. "Be with me," he murmured, "as more than just a partner. Be mine," he encouraged the masked man. Bruce hesitated.

        "What happened to you, Clark?" he asked instead. "Is Darkseid forcing you to do this? Did he take hostages? Was it Lois? Jimmy? Just tell me," Bruce quietly urged him. "We can work together and rescue them."

        "No one's forcing me to do anything," Clark replied. "This is me." He said, "it always has been." Bruce's gaze went guarded and shuttered at that. The Kryptonian gave him a smile. Just like the others, it'd take time for Batman to understand that this was who Clark really was. He'd be there every step of the way. 

Chapter 20: [II] Red Lights - Dark Bruce/Clark

Summary:

LovingDove submitted:

1. Bruce/Clark (Top/Bottom)

2. One day Clark finds multiple footage of him (of him in his private life) in the Batcave. When Bruce is confronted Clark realize that it is not out of worry and paranoia, but because Bruce is deeply in love with him. And ends with Bruce trapping Clark in his cave so he can protect him and care for him forever.

3. Smut: Yes (If you're okay with non-con, if not then you can add it consensually, anywhere you see possibly.)

4. No Daddy kink please.

5. Nowhere specific, unless you want to apply your own idea.

        The frantic texts had brought Clark in as fast as possible. The manor had been silent - no one had responded when he'd entered. The man had followed the texted instructions and descended down into the Batcave, fully expecting to find his friend pinned beneath his broken Batmobile. Instead, he'd found pictures strewn across the walls. Clark, in his work outfit, holding the door for one of his co-workers. Him helping a grandfather across the street. Videos played on several screen of him barbequing, ordering takeout; playing baseball; riding his father's tractor. What... what the hell was this!? Clark's arms broke out in goosebumps as his heart sank. He felt ill. All of this surveillance... Bruce had lied to him. His friend had promised him he didn't think of the Kryptonian as a threat anymore! He'd promised that he'd stop making counter plans for him! Had his friendliness ever been real? Or had it all been an act to fool Clark into relaxing around him? Why? Why wouldn't Bruce have just been straightforward in that he still distrusted him? The sound of a click made him turn. Bruce stood before the closing entrance.

        "What the hell is this, Bruce?" Clark demanded of his friend. No, his former friend.

        "I wanted to show you," the man replied. He leisurely shut his phone and pocketed it. Bruce reached out and flicked the light switch to the left of him. Clark startled as the normal white light went red. Unnerved, he took a step back.

        "Bruce? You know me! You've known me for years!"

        "Four and a half," Bruce said as he started down the stairs. "Exactly. I've been keeping track," he supplied.

        "Then what do I have to do to convince you you can trust me?" Clark gestured at him in increasing nervous exasperation. "I haven't taken over the world, I haven't killed anyone! Is nothing good enough for you?" The other man paused at the bottom stair. An amused smile crossed Bruce's normally stony face. Clark watched, amazed, as he suddenly laughed. Laughed so hard that his shoulders shook and tears slid down his cheeks. He... He'd never heard Bruce laugh before...

        "You think I did this because I distrust you? Clark," Bruce wiped away his tears, "I admire you! You're the bravest man I've ever known! The kindest, most loving man I've ever met! That," he pointed up at the red lights, "is why I'm doing this. I know what this world is like. Sooner or later, it'll chew you into bits and spit you out."

        "What're you-?"

        "And I can't let that happen," the man continued. "It doesn't get to take you from me. No one will." His eyes. They glittered with foreign intensity and and emotion he'd never associated with his friend. Feverish love. There was a sound behind Clark. He whirled, eyes wide-

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         -and woke to cold metal around his wrists. He became gradually aware of his own nakedness; of soft sheets beneath him and Bruce on top of him. The other man's eyes were warm and loving as Clark looked down at himself in rising panic. He felt the hot press of Bruce's length to his hole and he sucked in a breath to shout. Lips closed on his own, stopping him. His friend pressed more kisses to his cheeks as a hand closed firmly on his hip.

        "It's all right," Bruce whispered his assurances. "It's okay. I prepared you - I'd never hurt you like that. You'll love this, I know you will." Lips sealed over Clark's mouth, stopping him from any kind of reply. Clark tightly shut his eyes at the feel of Bruce slowly entering him. He- He couldn't understand- He could feel his slick, loose walls open wider around Bruce's cock. Clark's breath caught in throat at the foreign, full feeling. The Kryptonian felt Bruce slide fully home within him and felt as if the air had been punched from chest. His friend began to slowly move against him; within him. Lips were against his jaw, a tongue along his throat. A hand on his chest, fingers tightening around his nipple. He cried out in confusion as a warmth began to mix with his fear. Each dragging pull of the cock inside him. Soft whispers in his  ears. A whimper caught in the back of throat as the warmth worked its way through his veins. The thrusts were becoming shorter and more intense. The hand left his nipple - closed on his cock.

        Clark's senses narrowed as skillful fingers curled around him. Stroked him, fondled his head; gently circled his slit. He trembled. Whimpered. Bruce grunted and went rigid as he came. Hot wetness splashed against his walls. Filled him. Gently nipping teeth closed Clark's Adam's apple. The hand around his cock stroked with greater intensity as he was pulled closer and closer to- The Kryptonian spasmed as he orgasmed. His mind went white. He was barely aware of Bruce resting on him. Of the red lights still shining down on them.

        "I told you," Bruce tiredly murmured, sounding happy. "I knew you'd love it. Should've done this sooner," he continued. "I'll take care of you," the man said, "I'll make up for our lost time, I promise." Too tired to feel afraid, too unprepared to even begin to understand what was happening, Clark closed his eyes and let the darkness claim him.

Chapter 21: [II] Another Week - Dark Clark/Bruce

Summary:

Conquerorofheaven submitted:

1. Bruce/Dark Clark
2. Clark comes to earth fully grown and joins an already established Justice League led by Batman and Wonder Woman. He spends a few years fighting with the team on the side of good, but truthfully he's an advanced scout from a warmongering Krypton planning to eventually invade the Earth. But while on earth, he becomes fascinated with Batman / Bruce, reveals his origins, and threatens to move forward with culling the human population unless Bruce becomes his lover.
3. Yes smut please!
4. No character death of Bruce or Clark, others is fine
5. Any is fine, but I guess it could be an AU of the JLU universe.

        Clark's early Monday morning had gone well. There were yet to be any attacks in Gotham, and the wider world was without problem so far. Honestly, he was a bit surprised by that. His four years amongst the Justice League had taught him that Earth's defenders rarely ever got days off. For how fragile humans were, a not insignificant portion of them insisted on causing mayhem and chaos. From supervillains to regular thugs, a certain percentage of the population seemed predisposed to violence. It would have been an easy fix if he'd thought the League would accept his methods, but for some reason they insisted on "restraint" and "mercy". As if those they were stopping had done anything to earn it. Such a waste of time and effort, he thought to himself.

        "Clark? You need to come down here," Bruce's voice sounded over his earpiece. "I'm getting a transmission from deep space. The symbols look Kryptonian." So, his people had finally gotten tired of waiting for an update.

        "I'm coming, Bruce." He took his time flying through the mansion to reach the entrance to the Batcave. Clark descended the steps to and joined Bruce as the human frowned up at the words the Kryptonian had ensured he'd never understand. A brief glance over the body of the message confirmed his theory - his cousin was requesting a progress report.

        "Is there a problem?" Bruce asked at his heavy sigh. "If your people are having any issues, the League would be willing to help. Wonder Woman could accompany you home while I stay here." Clark paused. Looked back at his orders. Looked at the human beside him. Why not, he thought to himself, Bruce was the only human on this spinning ball of dust he'd come to regard as even remotely close to an equal.

        "I doubt she'd want to help me slaughter the majority of your people." Bruce froze. Went so still Clark could've mistaken him for one of Mr. Freeze's victims.

        "I think we need to work more on your humor," the man finally said with a completely flat voice. "I'll buy you a joke book. Green Arrow and Green Lantern could give you pointers."

        "They won't," Clark replied. "I've already marked them for elimination. When the time comes, they'll die like the rest of your League. Though," he continued as he put a hand on his hip, "I've marked Diana to be spared. She's the closest thing to a Kryptonian on this planet - it'd be a waste for her to not pass on her abilities to future generations." Bruce stared at him with a fixed, blank expression. "Don't worry," Clark assured him, "I'll spare you, too. I'm honestly amazed by how much you've done to overcome your innate human weaknesses." He reached out and the human remained absolutely still as he brushed his fingers across one pale cheek. "So, I could reply to that message and help the Second Division bring your little planet to heel, or I could ignore it for a little while longer. All I'd need," Clark continued as he traced a finger along the thin ridge of Bruce's ear, "is your undivided attention."

        "Undivided how," came the flat non-question. Clark chuckled.

        "I think you know, Bruce." He drew closer to the human. Bruce's lips immediately parted for him when he kissed the man, and the Kryptonian ran his tongue over the human's. He pinched the buttons on Bruce's casual button down top to powder and tugged back the fabric to reveal the human's chest and stomach. Clark looped as arm around Bruce's back and flew him back to press the man up against the wall. The human stayed nearly completely motionless as Clark briefly kissed down his bare shoulder before moving down to his left pectoral. The Kryptonian reached up with his free hand to fondle and tug at Bruce's right nipple as he swirled his tongue around the left. The human gave a small, reluctant gasp when Clark then closed his mouth around it and sucked. He felt both of Bruce's nipples harden to small nubs. Heard the man's breath catch in his throat as he let go of the right nub and popped the zipper on Bruce's slacks wide.

        "Clark-" The human choked out his cover name as the Kryptonian slipped his hand beneath the man's underwear to free his gradually hardening cock. Clark drew back to lick his lips before he addressed the human.

        "Kal-El. When we're alone, you'll call me by my name," he instructed the man. He slid his fingers up and down Bruce's cock, smearing the human's precum along his shaft before he drew closer. Kal pushed his hips up against Bruce's, making sure the human felt his own clothed hardness. The human's quickening breathing stuttered as the Kryptonian languidly thrust against him, cupping his cock so that they rubbed together. Kal was pleased by the flush that spread across his human's cheeks. He kissed at the brightening coloration that had worked its way to Bruce's throat. "Cum for me," he ordered the man, "and cry out my name." For a moment, kneejerk defiance flashed in Bruce's eyes. Kal moved harder against the man. Shortened his own thrusts until they were quick and deep movements against the human's length. He smirked as Bruce's eyes slammed shut, as the human stiffened in pleasure as he came.

        "Kal!" Bruce raggedly, obediently gasped out his name. Kal moved against his human and groaned against his reddened throat as he came as well.

        "Congratulations," he murmured as he came down from his high, "you earned humanity another week of existence."

Chapter 22: [II] Darkened Emerald - Dark Clark/Bruce

Summary:

Readero33 submitted:

(second idea) Batman, suffering from unrequited love, comes in contact —not physically— with a tyrant!Superman from another universe. B comes to enjoy their conversations but does not agree with Kal's rule. B indirectly makes Kal become a better ruler of the Earth via their convo. Meanwhile, Kal really, really wants to keep this Batsy who does not hate him...

3. Okay with either
4. Sadism between the pairing I guess.
5. Anything that is applicable~

        The other Justice Lords were convinced he was going quietly crazy down here. Bruce scoffed at the thought. It'd take more than enforced peace across the world to break him. Instead, he'd finally found something to occupy his time. The portal was as stable as he'd be able to get it for now and he'd finally found a suitable test universe. The Earth that he watched through his screen was a lonely thing. He hadn't seen any constructs from a Lord Green Lantern light up the night. No Lord Martian Manhunter slipped unseen through the human population. The skies weren't patrolled by Lady Hawkgirl or Lady Wonder Woman. For several days, Bruce had studied the streets in reluctant hope. He'd seen no flashes of red. He'd only found one member of the Justice Lords on the planet.

        Lord Superman, dressed in deep greens with touches of white, patrolled the cities below. Alone. This Clark ruled with an even tighter fist than his own - Bruce had watched in a mix of horror and intense disapproval as he burned through any protestors that dared to take to the streets. He couldn't understand that. His Clark had only killed once, only done what was necessary to save them all from a madman. What had this Clark been pushed to that he'd resort to such measures on civilians?

        It had bothered Bruce. Made him disregard the other universes as he focused in on the isolated Earth. What had happened to the other Justice Lords? Come to think of it, had they even been called the Justice Lords? The Justice League? He had yet to hear anyone call the lone Superman anything beyond High Chancellor. Did he go by Superman? Had he ever gone by it? The questions had pulled at Bruce's need for answers until he'd given in and began constructing something he could send through to the other side.

        The end result had been a small cube. He'd built the hologram projector into the left side of it - had experimented with the technology until he'd finally been able to project a life sized, grayed out image of himself from it. Bruce had ignored the comms from his teammates for help rounding up what little dissidence there was. They had more than enough members to deal with anything that came along. There weren't any more threats to Gotham or their world.

        Besides, working on this had been better than listening to his Clark complain about Lois. They always went 'round and 'round with the same arguments. He'd gotten tired of playing referee to a woman who couldn't appreciate what she had and a man who'd never given him a second look. Bruce had hoped, when the couple had first fought... When Clark had turned to him, not to the others, for someone to talk to... But no. He was Clark's friend and teammate. Nothing more. So they could deal with each other, he'd decided. This alternate Superman didn't have anyone to argue with, but he also didn't have anyone to depend on.

        He toggled the controls and watched as the finished cube rose into the air. Double checked its directional senses before he guided it to the edge of the portal. The first test. Could he send something through? Would it still be able to project him? Would it die, immediately cut off from his controls by the divide between their universes? Bruce took a small breath and sent the cube through. He turned to the screen and watched as it floated out of the other portal. It didn't shut off. He cautiously pressed the forward button. The cube responded. Good, he thought.

        Bruce guided the cube through the empty skies until it reached the Hall of Justice. The building was another point of confusion. It had to be the Hall, it was built almost just like it, but there was no labeling. From what he'd seen before, the halls inside were likewise nearly empty. No training rooms. No overnight beds. No pictures or trophies. Nothing beyond the most basic of surveillance monitoring stations in bland rooms. The sight of so much nothing had made him... uncomfortable.

        Bruce used the cube to nudge the door open. He didn't linger in the empty halls, instead guiding it straight toward the control room. The green clad Clark sat at a metal table and stared up at the screens before him. Had Clark not-? Bruce didn't jump as a sudden hand closed over the cube's camera. He instead slapped the projection button. The High Chancellor jerked back as Bruce's image appeared before him.

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        Impossible. Batman couldn't be here. He'd died-

as hate filled blue eyes glared up Clark, refusing all efforts the Kryptonian  used to try to save him

        "Clark." The gray image hesitated. "Your name is Clark?" How could he sound so much like Bruce?

        "Yes," Clark heard how ragged he sounded. "How are you... Why are you... How?" Was this some kind of delayed dead man switch that had finally activated? Some spectral haunting that Bruce had sent to guilt him from beyond the grave?

        "I'm not your Batman," the image said. "I'm from a universe beyond yours." What? A different...?

        "How?" Clark couldn't help but ask again. The gray lips beneath the cowl gave a slight twitch.

        "My team solved the war on crime a long time ago. Not soon enough," there was a flicker of pain that visibly went through the image, "but it was better late than never. I've had free time."

        "Your... team?" Clark- He couldn't understand. Was the gray Batman implying there were others? What others? It had always been just the two of them.

        "One you don't have, I'm assuming. I didn't see any alternate versions of them. Still," he paused and rubbed at his chin. It was so much like Bruce that Clark's heart clenched, "it can't hurt to confirm. Have you ever heard of Lady Wonder Woman? Lord Green Lantern? Lady Hawkgirl? Lord Martian Manhunter? Flash?" The Kryptonian shook his head at the foreign titles. "Then I guess that's where I can start." What did he mean by that? "I've been watching you for some time. Alone, you're stretched too thin and trying to do too much. I can... understand, to a point, why you think some of your actions are necessary. They don't have to be," he continued. "I'll work up their profiles on my side and see if I can wire them over to you. You need their support. It's-" The image hesitated. Looked away from him. "You shouldn't be alone. Not like this." Clark was glad he was sitting down. Things were moving too quickly.

        "Stop." The order and plea was out before he could help himself. The projection fell silent. "Please. I need you to explain. Who are you? Are you...?" It was too much to hope for, but if there was a chance...

        "I'm Bruce Wayne," the image replied. "I don't know about your Bruce, but I was born in Gotham."

        "He was, too."

        "Maybe we should start again." The other Bruce made a small gesture to seat beside him. The one where Clark's Bruce had always sat, before- Clark reached for the seat and pulled it out. The projection sat. "I'm Bruce Wayne and I was born in Gotham."

        "I'm Clark Kent," he replied, feeling as if he'd wondered into the Twilight Zone. "I was raised in Kansas."

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        Clark flew low over Gotham, so lost in thought that he could ignore the way the conversations below him fell silent. How long had it been since he'd allowed himself past the city limits? Too long. It felt strange to be back, but he felt the need to visit Bruce's mansion. He wasn't even certain if Alfred would still be there - he hadn't thought about what he'd say if he saw the older man again. Though, was there anything that'd make it right? He doubted it. The Kryptonian just wanted to see Bruce's home again. That was all. A quick trip before he returned to his usual patrol pattern.

        A store alarm blared below. Clark frowned as the door burst open and several civilians sprinted out. A man staggered along behind them and the Kryptonian swooped down to steady him. The hand he gripped the man's left arm with came away bloody.

        "High Chancellor!" The civilian ignored his own injuries to desperately grip at Clark's chest. "Please! My brother, he's still in there!" The Kryptonian turned from the man and entered the store. More people rushed past him and to safety as he looked for the people responsible. Two criminals in black with ski masks. Scum. He should've never let Gotham sink behind while he brought the rest of the world to order. The criminals spotted him at the same time. One of them crouched; dragged a cowering worker out from behind the counter.

        "L-Leave us alone!" His voice was high with terror. Clark's eyes warmed. He... hesitated, then. It'd be so easy. But Bruce, the other Bruce, he'd talked about making hard choices. How those decisions had made his own world a better place. The Kryptonian moved faster than the humans could see. He crushed the barrel of the gun in one fist as he gripped the side of the first criminal's face. It took less than a second of heat to lobotomize him. As the worker scrambled away, Clark turned and lobotomized the second man.

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        "You'll need to work on facilities to house them," Bruce told him. The projection leaned on the table and put his chin against his knuckles. "I can suggest locations and staff, although I'll have to check if they exist as they do in my universe."

        "Thank you," Clark replied, smiling at the man. It was so good to talk to Bruce again. Or a Bruce so much like his own had been. It was nice to have someone who cared about results and could actually plan out how to achieve them. Bruce gave him direction; was even willing to be discuss finer points on issues his Batman had never been willing to touch.

        Bruce turned then and looked to the left. Clark cocked his head as he looked as well. There was nothing to see. The Kryptonian noticed then that the man reached out to flip something that was on his side of his universe. The projection turned and looked up, his mouth moving as he spoke to someone Clark couldn't see. The projection hit the switch again as he turned back to Clark.

        "There's another protest. The others," he pointedly looked at the unseen person again, "aren't letting me get out of this."

        "Be careful," Clark said. Bruce paused and looked back at him. His small smile made the Kryptonian's heart beat a little faster.

        "This won't take long. I'll be back soon." The image abruptly vanished as the cube powered down. Clark lunged forward to catch it before it could fall. He carefully set it on the table. It felt strange to dislike people he'd never met before. Why did they need Bruce now? They had powers and abilities that he didn't - a protest should've been easy to break up. He paused at the thought and then chuckled at himself. Clark Kent, High Chancellor: jealous. He didn't need to worry, the man told himself. Bruce had all the time in the world now and who was he spending it with? Not his teammates, but Clark. All he had to do was wait for the man to return to him.

Chapter 23: [II] No Matter What - Dark Bruce/Clark

Summary:

LovingDove submitted:

1. Bruce/Clark (Top/Bottom)

2. Batman and Superman team up against one of Batmans villains (doesn't have to specified) and ends with Clark having permanent deep scars on his face (across his mouth). Bruce believes that it's all his fault. While Clark struggles to grasp his feeling about this, about hiding his identity and how he will be treated by the public. They both come together to reassure and comfort each other.

3. Smut: Yes

4. No: Daddy kink

5. Nowhere specific.

        Bruce leaned down to pepper kisses against Clark's cheeks as the man beneath him whimpered. He soothingly ran a hand up one of Clark's shaking thighs as he continued to slowly thrust into his boyfriend. The flush on the man's cheeks deepened as he took small, gasping breaths. Bruce leaned lower to press his lips to the Kryptonian's neck. He shuddered as Clark clenched around him.

        "I love you," he murmured.

        "I-" Clark shut his eyes as his face sharply contorted with pleasure.

        "No matter what," Bruce swore to him.

        "I... I know," his boyfriend panted. "I, I love you t-" His voice broke off in a low keen as he came. The Kryptonian tightened like a vise around Bruce, pulling him over the edge into his own gasping orgasm. They lie together on the twisted sheets beneath them as they both tried to catch their breaths. He pulled out lie at Clark's side as reached out to cradle the man close. Clark rested his head against Bruce's chest and the human ran his fingers through the Kryptonian's damp hair as his mind unwillingly turned to what had happened. How had it all gone so wrong?

        Strange text messages from Catwoman had put Bruce on edge that morning. Clark, who'd been visiting to write a piece on the new high-rise going up, had volunteered to help him look into the issue. Together, they'd gone out in the afternoon to search for the cat burglar. Following a trail of intentionally left clues had led them to Poison Ivy's newest lair. Catwoman's eyes had been dull as she'd leapt down from the branch of a tree to attack Superman. Bruce had been confused at the unequal pairing right up until the burglar's claws had sliced through the skin across the Kryptonian's mouth. Clark had reared back and cried out in surprised agony, clasping his hands over his bloodied lips. That was, curse him, when Bruce had finally spotted the difference in Selina's weapons. Instead of being dark silver, her claws were specked with bright yellow. How had Poison Ivy found gold kryptonite? He'd wasted precious seconds thinking it through as Clark stumbled away from the still advancing Catwoman. Bruce knew her, she'd never hurt Clark like that - never willingly. So he'd turned on the only one who could be responsible and removed her from the equation.

        Selina's eyes had slowly brightened to awareness, but he'd taken the few minutes before then to bundle them both out of the lair before they'd realized what had happened. It had been easy enough to explain away. Clark had still been in the beginning stages of shock. Selina had been too horrified to stay long enough for anything beyond an ashamed, heartfelt apology. Bruce had taken his boyfriend's hand and walked him to the safety of the Batmobile. The Kryptonian had kept his hands firmly over his mouth during their ride back to the manor. Bruce had been grateful that Alfred was away with the kids - no one had been there to question the two on what had happened. In the safety of the Batcave, he'd gently pulled Clark's trembling fingers back to examine the wound. Catwoman's claws had gone deep. He'd turned and reluctantly left his boyfriend to fetch a cloth. Bruce had wet and warmed it before returning to Clark's side. Free from exposure to gold kryptonite, the cuts across the other man's lips had hardened once more into his usual impervious skin. Bruce had been careful not to grimace as he carefully wiped away the leftover blood. Clark was pale as he met Bruce's eyes.

        "I- What do I do?" The human hated how small his boyfriend's voice sounded in that moment. "They're..." Bruce took the man's hands to stop him from reaching for his lips. He hadn't needed Clark to finish his sentence. The only way now to  heal the wounds would've been exposing the Kryptonian to more gold kryptonite. For how long that kind of surgery would take, however... They couldn't risk it. Not for something that wasn't life threatening.

        "We'll work on something," Bruce had promised him. Out of the two of them, he was better at these types of things. There were already several angles pushing at the back of his mind, but Bruce had brushed them aside. He'd needed something to distract Clark. Something to keep the panic from going too deep. So he'd softly kissed the other man's cheek. Gently pulled him close and kissed his jaw. Kissed until Clark had finally responded, just as desperate to ignore what had happened to him.

        Bruce shifted to look down at his exhausted boyfriend. They wouldn't be able to ignore it for much longer. He kissed the top of Clark's head and then leaned back to close his eyes. For now, however, they'd enjoy what little time they had left before facing it together.

Chapter 24: [III] The First Day (2) - Dark Diana/Clark

Summary:

Shiny_n_new submitted:

1. Any of the Dark Justice League with Clark, but I'm especially fond of Dark Bruce or Dark Diana.
2. I'd love a continuation of your story from Ch. 12, where the Dark JL decides to take out their villains, to Clark's great distress. Maybe the League trying to convince Clark of how much better everything is now, or capturing him after an escape attempt?
3. No death of any main characters, please!

        Clark shifted on the bed and turned to face the wall as the door to his "room" opened. Diana strode in, carrying a plate of blueberry pie. He felt the bed dip slightly as she sat beside him, but Clark ignored the urge to look at her.

        "You should eat, Clark," his girlfriend gently encouraged him. Lord above, it was insulting. They all talked to him in that tone of voice - as if he were the unreasonable one when they were being so nice and kind! He ignored the cool feel of the plate being set in his lap.

        "Maybe I don't feel like eating in a cell," Clark muttered. Crossing his arms felt like it'd come across as childish, so he clenched his hands in his sheets instead.

        "I know things have been hard-"

        "You're damn right they are!" The man turned back to glare at her. How could she look so understanding? How could she act like what their partners were doing wasn't wrong? "You're killing people-"

        "Those criminals aren't people, Clark," Diana cut him off. Her brow furrowed as she shook her head. "They're not women or men. They're things. Things that only want to hurt people."

        "You don't believe that!" The man set the plate aside so that he could fully face the Amazon. "I know you don't!" He reached for her and she allowed him to take her by the shoulders. "Please," he said desperately looked deep into her eyes, "I know that you're in there somewhere!" Diana only gave him a soft, sympathetic smile. She covered one of his hands with her own as she reached out to cup his cheek.

        "I'm not being controlled, Clark. None of us are." He let go of her and pulled back, stood from the bed to get more space between them.

        "You are!" They were. They had to be. He knew Diana. He knew them! They'd never have done this willingly! "Get out," Clark couldn't stop himself from snapping at her. He stomped down on the urge to apologize at the wounded look that flashed across her face. He'd apologize once they were free.

        "Clark-"

        "Leave!" The woman sighed as she stood up from his bed. She took the plate and left without another word. Once the door had clicked shut, Clark stumbled back to the bed on shaking legs. Whoever was doing this - they wouldn't break him down. They couldn't use his partners to make him change. He had to stay strong for their sakes, because if they did convince him before he figured out who was controlling them... They'd never forgive themselves. So Clark had to keep trying, he told himself as he crawled onto the bed and curled in on himself. His partners needed him to be strong - he couldn't fail them. He wouldn't, Clark swore to himself. The man just needed more to time to work out how they were being controlled. Once he did that, he'd be able to save them from themselves.

Chapter 25: [III] The Stronger Will - Dark Lady Wonder Woman/Batman

Summary:

MelaninMagix submitted:

1. Can you do one where Lord Wonder Woman taunts her hero counterpart about finding her Batman and making him a permanent fixture in her bed?

        Lady Wonder Woman spun midair to dodge her alternate self's desperate grab. As the other Amazon careened past and slowed in an attempt to turn, Diana flew forward to slam into the woman's side. They smashed into the wall of the building behind them and it gave way. As the two of them spilled across the carpeted floor and broke through cubicle walls, the workers of the building scattered in surprised terror. The Lady hooked her leg around Wonder Woman's hip in an attempted start to pin her to the floor, but the other Amazon bucked and then flew them up into the ceiling. Diana grunted as bits of shattered light sprinkled down across their uniforms. She curled around her opponent and forced her back down to the floor. Her alternate self clawed at the carpet as she struggled to break free.

        "Where is he!?" Wonder Woman demanded. Diana leaned beneath the attempt to elbow her in the face and gripped the back of the Amazon's head with her free hand. She slammed the alternate's head down against the carpet and the floor splintered at the force.

        "Safe and sound," Diana replied, taking advantage of the brief slackening beneath her press herself harder against the other woman. If she gave even an inch she had no doubt the other Amazon would be able to free herself. "You were a fool to let him go."

        "I never-!" Diana slammed the woman's face into the floor again.

        "If you'd really loved him, you would've never let him walk out of your sight. I," she threaded her fingers into Wonder Woman's hair and wrenched her head back, "will not make your mistake. I love him." Diana grinned down at her trapped opponent. "And he knows it." It made her feel warm just to think of her new beloved's face. How he'd come undone for her. He'd tried so hard to resist his own feelings. It had made his eventual submission so much more satisfying. "I always knew Lord Batman would've been a worthy lover - your Bruce has proven me right." Fury twisted the trapped woman's features. Certain now that she'd pushed her alternate self past cool headed reason, Lady Wonder Woman abruptly flew them part way up. She tightened her grip in the other woman's long hair and leveraged that to fling her back down against the carpet. The ground gave way under the force of the superheroine's hit. Wood cracked and split open beneath her as she slammed into the solid foundation of the floor.

        "I don't know how you came back to our world," Lady Wonder Woman continued as she floated down and rested one heel against the Amazon's throat, "but the Justice Lords will figure it out. We'll send you back. Alone." When Wonder Woman tried to move, the Lady pressed her heel more pointedly downward. "Gods, you truly are pathetic. You only want him now that he's gone? You had years to make him yours," she told her. "yet you let him slip through your fingers. He would've taken you, but he belongs to me now. And I," she pressed harder, drawing a thin trickle of blood, "will never let him go." When the Amazon gripped her her ankle with both hands, she drew her other foot back and slammed it with all the force she had into the side of Wonder Woman's head. The other Amazon went limp. Lady Wonder Woman landed. She squatted down to unhook the heroine's lasso and then began the process of binding the unconscious woman's arms to her chest. The Lady pulled the last loop tight and hauled her other self up across her shoulder. She touched her earpiece with her free hand.

        "Lady Wonder Woman to Lord Batman."

        "Yes?" came the immediate response.

        "I'm going to need your portal. My beloved's Wonder Woman found her way here somehow," she informed him. That got her a weary sigh.

        "Come to the Batcave." Diana flew out through the hole in the wall and ignored the subdued murmurings of the passerby civilians at their appearances. She had no doubt that her alternate self would find another way through. No matter how smart any Batman was, Lord or not, an Amazon's will was always stronger. She smirked at the thought. Her patrol duties had kept her from Bruce's side for long enough. Once she dropped off her alternate self at the Lord's cave, she would return to him.

Chapter 26: [III] Connected - Dark Diana/Clark/Bruce

Summary:

LemonadeStandThoughts submitted:

3.Dark Diana/Clark/Bruce where Diana uses the lasso on Clark and Bruce to make them admits things they would never tell her or each other. The things they love, the things they think about constantly, and the people they could not live without. I know you said no smut but maybe including fantasies or dreams they have about the others like going on a perfect date.

        In the dim light of Bruce's Batcave, Diana's lasso shone bright around the wrists on her loved ones. Bruce sat rigid in his seat as he glared at her in heated betrayal. Clark, always the gentler of the three, looked from his bound wrist to her in open confusion.

        "Diana? I don't understand what you're doing," the Kryptonian told her. She took the lax middle and looped it lightly around her own hand. Gripping the shining threads close, the Amazon spoke.

        "I have been patient for long enough. You both love me," she said, "yet you continue to dance around your love for each other. That foolish avoidance ends now."

        "You know I'm not happy about this." Bruce's voice was low. Diana turned an unimpressed gaze on him.

        "You'll forgive me, eventually. And when you do," she continued as she reached down to rest her hand on his shoulder, "we will finally all enjoy it. Together." Diana's gaze cut to Clark. The other man blushed. "You want that, don't you. Tell us," she ordered him.

        "Yes," Clark admitted. The blush crept higher up his cheeks. "I do. A lot." The Amazon smirked. Finally her foolish lovers were discussing things. She should have bound them sooner.

        "You're both insecure about this," Diana said. "About us. You," she addressed Clark, "were discouraged from what we have."

        "Polyamory was... is still... looked down on, where I come from. I know things are different in cities like Metropolis and Gotham," Clark told them, "but it's been hard going against something I was taught to believe in." Strict monogamy. Diana snorted at the thought.

        "As if love were so simple," she muttered. "And you," Diana slightly tightened her grip on Bruce's shoulder, "tell us - why do you fear being close to us." Her stubborn man gritted his teeth before the lasso compelled him to answer.

        "I've lost people I've loved," he reluctantly explained. "Mother, father; Jason. I- I..."

        "Tell us," she repeated.

        "I think about... about losing you both..." The man's hands tightened into white knuckled fists. "And I don't think I could... take it."

        "Very few people could kill Clark and I," she said. Anger pricked her heart at the thought. "I would deal with any threats to us. The Gods themselves could demand your deaths, and I would not oblige them." The Kryptonian shot her a surprised look.

        "I didn't think you'd ever go against them," he confessed.

       "For you?" She straightened from her leaning position over Bruce to run her fingertips up Clark's arm. "Anything. For either of you, I would stand against the world if need be." Diana considered her lovers. The League had enough members now that they wouldn't be missed for the day. She took the length of lasso she'd looped around her arm and tightened her hold on it as she moved to sit on the edge of Bruce's work table. "Make yourself comfortable, Clark," she instructed her Kryptonian. "I intend for this to be a much needed day of truth and learning for us all."

Chapter 27: [III] The Made Man - Dark Clark/Bruce

Summary:

MyNameIsJag submitted:

1: Dark Clark/Oblivious Bruce
2: Clark realizing how often Bruce gets hurt and how human the man truly is. Humans though, are so fragile, so easy to break no matter how much they toughen their bodies and minds.
But Clark can fix that, Bruce often gets hurt enough and healed at the fortress that if he just...replaces...parts with better kryptonian bits...well, whose to know...or stop him...
Everything is going well, perfect even, so...he gets curious...if he can replace...can he add extra...could he mold Bruce into the shape he desires...and if the body is so easily manipulative...couldn't the mind be as well...
3: Go nuts, do what you like.

        The man stood over his unconscious boyfriend. Clark hated that he had gotten used to the sight and smell of blood. The slick feel of it against his fingers. The contrast of Bruce fighting as Batman and then the man laid out across the Fortress's surgery table in all of his human fragility. Night after night of it. One day, Clark couldn't shake the steadily rising fear, even his people's advanced technology might not be enough. The possibility that he might see Bruce's eyes slip shut for the last time... It made him feel cold. Made goosebumps rise on his arms and stubbornly persist. He reached down and gently ran a finger across the angry red gash above the man's left eyebrow. Several inches lower and Bruce would've lost his eye. Clark held his other hand up and the machines above him quietly whirred to life. A thin hose lowered down into his waiting hand and he gently pressed the narrow nozzle to the swelled skin.

        "Begin," he ordered. Silver liquid trickled down into the wound. "Stop." The flow immediately cut off. He let go of the hose and it slipped back up into machinery above them. Clark leaned over his boyfriend and watched as the silvery edges began to morph and pinken. The change continued to spread as it adjusted to match Bruce's coloration. When the liquid solidified, he reached out to gently touch the false skin. It felt normal, as if it were just as warm and living as the rest of the true skin around it. Clark had a few more minutes until the medical system would wake Bruce - then he'd see if it'd pass the man's scrutiny. He felt a touch of nervousness. If anyone could spot seemingly perfect fakes, it was his boyfriend. No, he told himself with a shake of his head. This wasn't seemingly perfect, it was. This would work.

---

        And it had. Bruce hadn't noticed anything. Hadn't stormed in during any of the subsequent nights to hold Kryptonite to Clark's neck and demand to know what had been done to him. Instead, his boyfriend had ended up on the table again. Their opponent, a new witch, had nearly sliced the human's leg clean off with a flick of crescent shaped magic. Sheer stubbornness had kept Bruce awake long enough to see the fight end with Clark punching their enemy into unconsciousness. The second the woman had gone down, Bruce had joined her in horrible limpness. The Kryptonian had held the man to his chest and swept through the city. Across the sea; through the snow and dark skies until they'd reached the Fortress.

        Clark sat at Bruce's side as the liquid poured into the bloody mess of the human's wound. He hadn't planned on such a large operation yet. He waited with baited breath, terrified of what would happen if the replacement didn't take. His hands hurt with how tightly he clenched them together. It had to work. It had to- Clark gave a shuddering exhale as the silver shifted and pinkened before firming up. He leaned down to rest his head against Bruce's new hip. The "skin" was just as warm and toned as his original had been. The Kryptonian closed his eyes, relieved beyond measure as the integrated tech stayed perfectly fixed in place.

---

        Another battle. More wounds. The hip replacement had brought peace of mind. Clark was confident now that he could help Bruce. Improvement was what the man needed. His human body had continually failed him - Bruce's indomitable spirit deserved a body that could keep up with him. Clark reached down to trace his fingers across the new "skin" stretched across now artificial muscle. First a hip, now an arm in its entirety. The match was perfect and strong enough to effortlessly survive the Kryptonian putting his full weight on it. Clark would like to see the witch try her amputating magic on Bruce now. A third of him would emerge unscathed. He gently drummed his fingers against the human's still natural right hip. Bruce was already a third of the way safer... why not convert the other two thirds? He'd be able to survive anything, then. Clark would never had to staunch bleeding cuts with heated vision or firm grips again. The Kryptonian spread his fingers across the human's hip. If the synthetic molds could keep the shape of the original... could it also be... changed?

        He looked up at Bruce's still, peaceful face. The human had always put off discussing their future together. Crime was a war that'd never end. Yet Clark had watched him on their dates. Seen the way he looked at families with naked want whenever he thought no one was looking. For all his talk of his mission and purpose, what Bruce wanted most was a husband and children. Things he could never have while he was the way he was. That unreachable future had always had adopted children, but with his technology, Clark could give Bruce something better. Children of their own. He sucked a breath in at the thought. Yes. He wanted that. Wanted little girls and boys with his eyes and Bruce's hair, his strength and Bruce's will.

        Bruce would notice that. That kind of change would be utterly undeniable. Yet if his body could be changed... couldn't his mind be as well? It'd be delicate work. A task Clark would need uninterrupted time for. Copying scans of his boyfriend's mind and then running alterations through the machine, mapping out which twist of connections and chemicals would get Clark what he desired most. If he could mold Bruce like that, make him into the perfect partner... Clark reached out to stroke Bruce's cheek. That? That would be worth anything.

Chapter 28: [III] The Only Outcome - Dark Bruce/Clark

Summary:

ScribeOfTheMultiverse submitted:

Prompt one : this takes place during injustice when Superman kills the Joker, while killing him Jokers death emits the gas that turns someone else into a Joker , the catch is it only effects humans, the after math is a deranged Batman who laugh who decides to infect the world but he needs to develop a better serum that can effect non humans; his first test subject and victim? Superman.

       Bruce couldn't believe his eyes. He refused to. Clark had... He'd... Weak, wet laughter rattled from deep in the Joker's punched through chest and Bruce felt cold goosebumps rise on his arms. It was different from the mad clown's usual high pitched cackles. This one was low and completely satisfied. Clark grimaced at that, his hate filled eyes narrowing in disgust as the Joker's last exhale emitted a trail of sickly yellow gas. The Kryptonian slung his arm out and the madman's body slid off it and fell against Bruce. The man shuddered as he caught it and tried to keep the corpse upright. Unable to cover his mouth now, Bruce coughed as the gas curled about the clown's head. The taste of it was sour against the back of throat and he gagged. He lowered the body then, his hands shaking as he looked up at Clark. He- he'd killed so easily. Unease fear mixed in Bruce's stomach as he wearily watched the other man. Clark glared at him for a moment longer before flying back through the hole he'd punched in the prison wall. As Bruce rubbed as his mouth, he was only dimly aware of the police entering from behind. There were muted sounds of both horror and relief. He ignored their questions as he pushed past them and exited the room. Clark had killed the Joker. He'd taken a life. It felt a bit like the floor was crumbling out from beneath his feet. Unwilling to stay still least the horror overwhelm him, Bruce hurriedly made his way out. Away from the room. The body. The murder. And with each step, the sour taste clung to his teeth and gums.

---

        Life, Bruce had learned over the week, wasn't a tragedy. It was a comedy. A real knee slapping laugh fest! Clark, the symbol of hope, was slowly turning into a dictator. Their friends were ignoring it and enabling him. All for the sake of safety. From his spot on the couch, Bruce giggled. Heh, safety. The world wasn't safe and it'd never be that way. He'd learned that from a young age. Clark had learned it last week. Why fight against the inevitable? He'd been so blind. They all had. Joker's work hadn't been a preventable tragedy - he'd merely been doing what the world demanded. Death. It always wanted death. They were just extensions of that need. Actors to give the universe what it needed.

        Alfred was suspicious of him. On varying levels, they all were. Batman not fighting a tyrant? Bruce standing by as Clark forced his will on others? It was unnatural. It was wrong. Bruce studied his butler out of the corner of his eye. Alfred had been quiet these past few days. The older man had tried to act like things were normal, but Bruce knew the truth. He was making his butler nervous. Alfred thought something was wrong. Things weren't wrong - they were more right than they'd ever been. He was seeing so clearly now! He smothered his smile by pretending it was a yawn and knew he hadn't fooled the other man. It was nothing to worry about. Alfred would have to sleep sooner or later. He'd be vulnerable then. It wouldn't take much. Restraints. A dark room. Just enough food and water to keep his butler alive. Just until he'd finished synthesizing the changed blood in running through his own veins, just until he could show his butler the light. The world was chaos, and death, and Alfred serving him. And, the idea suddenly light Bruce's mind abuzz, Clark by his side. Of course. He was the one who had killed the Joker. The one who had sealed the deal. It was only natural that they be together in this. Bruce smiled openly as he continued to watch the news. Night would come. Alfred would sleep. And Clark, one way or another, would come to him.

---

        A problem. An obstacle. His blood had revealed to Alfred the truth over the course of three days. Nothing was changing in Clark, however. His boyfriend, so easily caught with weep filled begging and cuffs of kryptonite, remained closeminded. Or perhaps, Bruce thought as he drummed his fingers on Clark's slack shoulder, he was something that would propel sanity even further than Bruce had originally intended. His alien blood had rejected the transfusion. Had shown Bruce that this wouldn't be as simple as he'd first thought. If Clark had non-human immunity to the Joker's truth, then other non-humans likely had it as well. They'd fight against his reasoning. Refuse to see the truth of the universe. And Earth, even with Bruce at the helm, would never be strong enough to spread the truth when faced with enemies from every other planet. So this wasn't an inconvenience, he realized, but the key to lasting change. If he could change Clark as he had Alfred...

        Bruce kissed the bruise on his boyfriend's cheek. Smoothed the unruly hair down as he circled the unconscious man. This was a race against time. Either he'd succeed in jumping the human to non-human gap, or the truth about reality would die with Earth and her humans. He snorted at the thought. Failure couldn't happen. Not now. Not when he had Alfred, and when he'd soon have Clark as well. He was Bruce Wayne. The smartest man on Earth. The greatest detective. He could do this. Would do this, he thought with a shoulder shaking giggle, because he'd seen the truth. Life was a comedy - and a Batman who laughed along with it would only ever win.

Chapter 29: [III] Mercy - Dark Wonder Woman/Bruce/Dark Superman

Summary:

MelaninMagix submitted:

2. Can you do one where Dark Wonder Woman and Dark Superman are about to kill someone but Bruce literally jumps in the way and sweet talks them into letting them live?

        Diana smirked as she watched the fleeing woman sprint down the sidewalk. The other citizens barely paid the woman any attention as they fearfully watched the two float past overhead. The people averted their gazes when Diana glanced down at them. She looked up just in time to see the rebel pause outside the entrance of an alleyway. The fool looked back at them. Diana dived down at the woman and pointed her sword at the rebel's chest as she did so. The woman cried out and ducked away - the amazon's sword cut through brick instead of flesh. The civilians around them silently scattered as the rebel sprinted a few steps into the alley before stopping cold. She gave a low groan of terror at the dead end. Diana wrenched her sword free. Superman floated down to her side and the two leisurely walked toward their cornered prey.

        "Please, I'm sorry! Just let me go," the woman begged, "I won't say anything ever again!"

        "You should've done that sooner." Clark told her. He moved in a blur of red and blue to seize the rebel by the throat. The woman gagged as she clawed uselessly at his fingers. "Care to do the honors?" he asked her as he held the struggling woman out. Heat pooled in Diana's veins as she grinned at him.

        "Gladly." She drew back and thrust forward at the woman's stomach-  Boots slammed down onto the blade and the amazon's sword was forced from her hands. Batman landed fully on it and then stepped off of it and flicked the sword up into his hands with an upward pop off the tip of his foot.

        "Wonder Woman, Superman," he greeted them. "You should've told me you were visiting." He ran his thumb along the flat side of the blade to clean it off. Diana accepted her sword back when he handed it to her. The man leaned back and ignored the strained pleas of the woman behind him. "The weather's pretty nice today for Gotham."

        "It is," Diana agreed. The warm morning air was a pleasant change from the city's usually gloomy atmosphere.

        "Since you're both here, why don't we eat out at that döner kebap vendor? I think they're open today," he said with his most charming smile.

        "Sure," Clark agreed. The rebel choked as he began to tighten his grasp. Bruce turned toward them and rested his hand on Superman's arm. He slowly slid his hand up until he could splay his fingers over Clark's. Diana watched as he slipped his thumb beside and then beneath the Kryptonian's thumb. The slight release of pressure around the rebel's throat let her slip just low enough that the tips of her feet could touch the ground. Her reddened eyes were fixed on Batman's as she gasped for air.

        "You know," Bruce continued, "maybe we should go now. I never did find their hours online."

        "It'd be a shame if we missed it," Superman murmured.

        "It would." Diana agreed as she waited to see what their beloved would do next.

        "Then what if we let her go?" Bruce quietly suggested. "Blood is so hard to get out of clothing. That's time we could have been eating together."

        "She doesn't have to bleed," Clark replied as his eyes brightened. Batman let go of the Kryptonian's hand as the rebel whimpered. Their love turned and rested his head across Clark's arm, blocking his line of sight to the woman.

         "There'd still be so much paperwork." He said. "I just got out of a merger meeting - would you really make me write more?" Diana joined Superman. She reached for Bruce's left hand and held his fingers up to her lips. She kissed each of his knuckles. Their Batman was so adorable when he was trying to save someone from them. All- what had Clark called it once? Ah, yes. All 'puppy dog eyed'. Said soft blue eyes flickered between them again. "Please?" He asked, "I've been wanting to go to that vendor all week. Their meat always smells so good." She could never say no to him when he used the gentle, pleading tone with them.

        "Of course, Bruce." Clark obliged her decision by releasing the rebel. "Run," she commanded the woman. The rebel shakily hurried away past them without another word or a backward look.

        "She didn't even thank you," Superman noted.

        "I don't mind," Bruce assured them as he threaded his fingers through Diana's. The man curled his arm around Clark's and tugged them both to his side. He smiled at them both, clearly grateful, as they all walked out into the pleasant morning.

Chapter 30: [IV] Inescapable- Dark Bruce/Diana/Dark Clark

Summary:

Yo submitted:

Pair: Dark!Bruce/Diana/Dark!Clark

Story: Maybe Bruce and Clark being very Justice Lord/Injustice-esque and Diana leading a rebellion against them but they're both in love with her (and optionally each other).

Smut: Smut or no smut is fine

Kinks: Nothing shaming or hardcore, just mild possessiveness

Universe: Preference for DCAU, but am open to the comics or DCEU

        Peace from chaos, the men who had once been Diana's dearest beloveds had argued with her. The people they had protected had proven, time and time again, that they were incapable of independence. Villains refused redemption. Refused to see and understand the harm they'd caused. The Lords and Ladies could do more for Earth, Lord Batman had quietly reflected in his cave. Humanity could be guided, Lord Superman had murmured while they walked the hallways together.

        Diana had seen. She'd heard. She'd disapproved. Freedom, her mother had taught her, could only spring from within. What they sought to impose, and then had imposed, wasn't peace. It was order. Rigid and inflexible. Uncompromising, it seemed, save for when it came to her. The two never struck, even after she'd raised her sword against them in rebellion. As she'd rallied what few desperate people she could to her cause. As each had fallen away one by one, their lively eyes gone blank once Lord Superman was done with them.

        But never her. Not even now, when they had the advantage. Pinned between the two, her arms bound behind her by her own lasso and Lord Batman's never failing plans, they still refused to finish it!

        "Do it!" she snarled her challenge at them. "Make me peaceful!" Lord Batman's gloved fingers carded through her short hair instead. Lord Superman watched her with blue eyes instead of red. He smiled then. Her heart ached at it. For a moment he was Clark, the man who'd sometimes come to meetings with bits of wheat caught in his hair. Bruce's touch against her back was soft. He'd held her like that during their dances at charity balls.

        "No," Clark quietly told her. His lips found hers. It was no longer the awkward kiss of the man who'd once been more at home in plaid shirts than clashing black and white. Bruce trailed his tongue up the ridge of her ear. She gasped at the old, familiar move. Lord Superman's hands slid down her waist. Lord Batman's fingers left her hair. One gloved hand closed around her bound wrists as the other emerged from behind to trail up her stomach.

        "What are you-!" His hand closed around her left breast. Through the thin fabric of her one piece outfit, Lady Wonder Woman felt his warmth. He gave a light squeeze. Memories from before threatened to intrude. Of touches and heat, of whispers and kisses when no one else could see the three of them. Love, her lasso compelled her to silently answer her own unfinished question. They would never subject her to peace because each of them loved her as...

        Clark's hands cupped her hips then. Her feet obligingly drifted off the floor as she hovered between the two men. As... His knee slid between hers. A black clad thigh rose to rest between her legs. Diana felt herself twitch. Felt her own growing warmth as Lord Superman's fingers curled against her hips. As much as she...

        "Never," Bruce's voice was husky against her ear. She shivered. Felt his lips curl into a smug smile before he mouthed at the back of her neck.

        "I won't need to," Clark agreed as he bobbed his leg. Diana flushed as she felt another twitch. Lord Superman's thigh was unyielding in every way. It gave her no room to pull back. To try to collect her wits. She groaned at the light grind against her. The twitch morphed into a spasm that made her jerk in their grasps. She could see her former love's hardness beneath his costume. Feel the way Bruce's pressed against the curve of her back. The Amazon moved against Clark before she could think. Before she could realize, regret; try to break away. As...

        Diana's hips moved on their own accord. She drowned out the lasso's compulsion with quiet pants as the two men continued to feel her as if this had always been a given. An inevitability. Clark's hands tightened a touch as he shuddered against her. Bruce's thrusts were short. He smothered a groan against the nape of her neck. As- The heat became too much. She trembled through a muted orgasm. Inescapable and unavoidable, the lasso compelled her to finish her thought.

        As much as she loved them.

Chapter 31: [III] Satisfaction - Dark Clark/Dark Bruce/Dark Diana

Summary:

LemonadeStandThoughts submitted:

2. Dark Clark/Dark Bruce /Dark Diana where they are all living it up in splendor as rulers of the planet and they make their former nemeses grovel. They all take a particular liking to Harley Quinn and treat her well. Their toxic behaviors as leaders don’t interfere/shouldn’t as much with their healthy relationships as partners.

        Clark reclined back on his throne. He smirked as he crossed his legs and put his heels across Luthor's back. The kneeling man's hands clenched but he didn't dare move. The Kryptonian took another sip of his drink as he looked out across the ballroom. Light lit the dim dance floor as their allies moved in time to the music. Bruce sat at his left side. The human gave an amused look at Clark as he copied the man and rested his heels against the Penguin's back.

        "Harley?" Bruce called out. From across the party goers there was a flash of pink and blue hair. The Kryptonian watched as the reformed villain cheerfully bobbed and weaved her way over to them. The woman balanced her tray of glasses as she gave a little bow.

        "Yeah, Batsy?" she asked.

        "I'd like a drink, please."

        "'course!" she plucked one of the wine glasses up and offered it to him. Bruce accepted it.

        "Thank you."

        "Any time, boss! You want some, Mista Supes?" Clark chuckled. Her little nicknames for them were still cute.

        "I'm good, Harley." The woman flashed them a smile before she stepped away and slipped back into the crowd. The Kryptonian settled back and watched the people before them. They were doing a passable job of hiding their nerves. Every couple of minutes, someone would glance in their direction and then quickly look away. More than one man patted at their sweat drenched hair. Clark smirked. At least they didn't tremble like terrified mutts anymore.

        "Bruce, Clark." He turned at the Amazon's voice. The queen emerged from the crowd, her pet by her side. Clark admired her form fitting red and blue gown. It left so little the imagination. Diana gave a light laugh when she saw his expression.

        "How do you always manage to look so innocent?" She asked as she sat on her throne. Cheetah curled up at her feet.

        "Practice," he replied.

        "How did the crackdown go?" Bruce asked. Diana smiled at him.

        "My mother's in chains no Amazon could break. My sisters won't bother us." She reached down to stroke her pet's fur. "Enough talk of work. Let us enjoy the night." Clark nodded and settled back. With his lovers by his side, he closed his eyes and listened to the music.

Chapter 32: [IV] Before All Else - Dark Diana/Bruce

Summary:

Darius Coleman submitted:

1. Dark Diana/Bruce
2. Diana kills batman’s rouges gallery and the regime kidnapped Bruce and sends him to Themiscyra to keep him for herself.
3. Smut of course
4. setting injustice

        Bruce's wrists had been cuffed behind his back, the cuffs firmly attached to the cell wall behind him. For all his plans and countermeasures, he truly hadn't seen this coming. No matter how far Diana had fallen, pulled with the others down into Superman's madness, she'd always been a champion of freedom. He had honestly believed he'd die by her sword before she'd stoop to locking him away. Yet here he was. Bruce wasn't sure if this was being better than being dead. A part of him wished she'd driven her blade through his stomach instead of Harley's. The man shuddered at the memory. He felt bile push at the back of this throat and swallowed against the urge. What Diana had done, what the Regime had helped her do... How could they have all fallen so far?

        He looked around his cell. It was utterly bare. Nothing to work with or use. He grimaced as he looked down at himself. Upon his arrival Diana's sisters had stripped him of every tool he had before literally stripping him. He supposed he should have felt honored that they'd thought him so threatening. It'd make things more difficult, but he'd gotten out of worse situations. Who was he kidding. Superman had murdered countless people. Diana had cut her way through every single one of Bruce's past enemies. The League, no, the Regime backed every action their leaders took. If Luthor's musings were right and there were other universes out there, theirs had be amongst the bottom. Clark and Diana. The best of them all, and they'd- The man heard familiar footsteps outside the cell. He glared at the Amazon when she opened the door and stepped inside.

        "Bruce," she greeted him. As if she'd done nothing wrong. Diana gave a slight smile. "It's been so long since I've gotten to see your face." He couldn't move back when she approached him. She continued to smile, but her eyes - there was an intensity there that made him want to shiver. Bruce straightened instead and glared at her.

        "Wonder Woman." She didn't respond to his avoidance of her name. Instead, the Amazon reached out to lightly trail the fingers of her right hand down his jaw. Her nails skimmed over his Adam's apple before her hand abruptly closed around his neck. Bruce grunted as she pressed him back against the wall and single handedly held him there. Her hold was tight but not tight enough that he couldn't breath. Diana leaned forward to press a kiss to his cheek.

        "I loved another man, once," she spoke softly before kissing him again. "And he loved me as well." Her voice dipped and briefly sharpened. "He simply didn't love me more than his country." Diana kissed him on his other cheek as she rested her other hand against his chest. "I will not suffer that again, Bruce."

        "I-" The Amazon kissed him on the mouth. Her lips parted slightly and her tongue brushed against his own clamped lips. Bruce refused to open his mouth as her free hand trailed lower and lower- He looked away as she cupped his cock. Her fingers massaged along the veins of his member, encouraging him first to half and then a rising full mast. He tried to ignore the low heat that pulsed in his gut. The man breathed through his nose as Diana continued to kiss him. She thumbed over his tip to wet her palm and fingers. The warming downward and upward glide of her hand sunk familiar claws into his mind. He gritted his teeth at his first shudder. Bruce felt the Amazon smile against his lips. Her touch gradually turned more firm; coaxing. He began to breath harder as she pressed closer to him. The heat in his stomach trickled upward as Diana continued to stroke him. She knew every spot to massage, every sensitivity to use against him.

        He shut his eyes against the steadily mounting pleasure. Bruce mentally cursed, gasping at her next skillful upward twist. Diana's tongue immediately slipped into his mouth. He opened his eyes to her still firm gaze. The man hated that he could feel his cheeks begin to turn flush with arousal. He tried to ignore how heat twisted deep in his stomach; how her slickened fingers moved with single minded purpose and his body betrayed him to a touch he hadn't felt in years. His hips stuttered. The heat pooled. Her wrist twisted again as her fingers tightened. Diana's tongue slid across his own and she pushed him over the edge into briefly blinding pleasure. Everything in him flared hot as he came, a small cry wrenching its way past his lips. Diana finally drew back. Bruce sagged against the wall as he tried to catch his breath. The Amazon pressed closer again, making him lean against her instead of the cool stone as she spoke.

        "I will make you love me above all else," she swore as she embraced him. Bruce looked into her eyes and believed her.

Chapter 33: [IV] Kingdom of Glass - Dark Clark/Bruce

Summary:

wewillalwaysenduphere submitted:

2nd idea: Knightmare scenario (as seen in Justice League):
1) Dark Clark/ Bruce
2) Clark captures Bruce and takes him to his castle
3) Yes, but not neccessary if you don't feel it
4) no rape - Bruce hates what Clark has become but still wants him. It's a kinda fucked up consent situation but Bruce isn't really against it
5) JL Knightmare verse, which I absolutely adore

        Bruce slowly woke. He shivered beneath the sheets at the chill in the air and shifted further against the warmth beneath him. A familiar chuckle sounded in his ear as an arm curled around his lower back. He remembered the ambush then. Where he'd been taken. Who he was with. Bruce knew he'd never be able to shake off the man's embrace - he'd only be able to move when Clark felt like letting him up. He felt a new chill settle across him. The others. Were they still alive? Bruce could remember Clark's human troops. Surely there had to be captives if the Kryptonian had bothered to bring them along. Warm fingers traced nonsense patterns against his back. He reluctantly opened his eyes.

        Clark smirked up at him. Bruce hated how clean the alien was. His flawless face. His soft looking hair. There wasn't a speck of grit or blood. It wasn't right. He'd been swayed to Darkseid's side; had led armies that had crushed humanity into a barely breathing remnant. Bruce looked into those clear blue eyes and wondered why he'd stayed so handsome. The hand on his back dipped slightly lower. Bruce kept his gaze on Clark's as he ignored the firm member against his own steadily rising one.

        "I wish you'd stop running," the former superhero said. The hand settled flush against Bruce's lower back. "You know I'll find you. I always do."

        "You know me," Bruce replied, "I made you bleed once. I just need to do it again." Clark's smirk deepened. The Kryptonian had let him try as hard as he could back then. Hadn't torn through Bruce like he could've, should have if he'd been anything like what Bruce had dreaded. The man had learned firsthand watching the alien butcher human after human just how easy the Kryptonian had gone on him during their "fight". "You should've killed m-!" Clark cut him off with a kiss. The hand on his back applied light pressure and he shuddered as their cocks rubbed against each other.

        "You don't get to die, Bruce," Clark replied as he leaned back against their bed. "Not when you look so good like this." The hand easily pressed Bruce forward again. The human's breath hitched. The alien was so warm. Bruce had spent so long in the godforsaken heat that room temperature felt freezing. He was so unbearably cold, and here was Clark freely offering himself as a heat source. A sick trap. Manipulation so blatant that Bruce would've laughed at him pre world end. Pre end of the world, Clark would've never looked up at him like this. That smug, certain expression that conveyed so openly that he considered Bruce his.

        Even knowing that, Bruce couldn't look away. Couldn't stop his hips as they began to roll. To rock against that steady heat, that hard length that made Bruce's toes curl. He whimpered then, a small sound that made those blue eyes darken in blatant hunger. It felt like a match had been struck up Bruce's spine. Clark's hands settled on his hips and the human let out a gasp as the alien effortlessly deepened and quickened their pace.

        Pre the fall, Bruce would've never known the other man's touch. Would have never had his personal attraction coaxed into the light of day. Clark would've never had a palace made of glass, one that he had crafted with the sandy ruins of their world and his heat vision. The humble man from Kansas would've never made himself a throne. Would've never taken the millionaire into his bed- Thoughts of would haves vanished into a vice grip of pleasure. Bruce shuddered through his orgasm. Slumped against the Kryptonian as he tried to catch his breath. The Justice League had failed. Lois had died. Darkseid had won. And Bruce, damn him, had unintentionally gotten the one man he'd thought he'd never have. He closed his eyes against the thought.

        All it had taken was their world ending.

Chapter 34: [III] Only Natural (2) - Dark Superman/Female Bruce

Summary:

Alinahams submitted:

Hey, loved your superman/fem!Bruce one shot.
I was hoping we could get a sequel?

Possibly in future where she's again conflicted because Kal took her acceptance as confirmation that she'd join in on his regime. But Bruce simply wants to pretend he doesn't exist and avoids him like a plague.

After another of their fights, which ends in a hook up, Kal refuses to let Bruce simply ignore him and run off again. Bruce resists again and again until she learns she's preggers and it causes Bruce to sink into depression. To help her and their unborn baby, Kal uses Brainiac's tech to erase her memories.

Same universe as 'Only Natural'

        Bruce didn't look up when he entered the room. She stayed seated at the table as she focused on eating her breakfast. Kal wished she'd stop acting so childish - this silent treatment had gone on for long enough.

        "Bruce." He walked to the other side of the table. The man leaned forward and rested his palms against the tabletop. She didn't respond. "Look at me." The woman continued to eat. "You can't ignore me forever." Bruce finally glanced up at him. She smirked, a flash of bitter heat in her eyes.

        "Why're you upset? I gave you what you wanted."

        "You know what I meant." Weeks without contact or conversation. It was if he were a ghost to her.

        "You said that you wanted me to stop." She sat back and gestured to the kitchen around her. "I stopped."

        "I wanted you stop resisting the-"

        "And here I am. Not resisting." His lips thinned at her interruption. Was this some new plan of hers? Annoy him into slipping up somehow? There were only a few Insurgency members left. There was nothing left she could possibly do to end what he and the Regime had built. So what was she angling at?

        "I think it's time that you came home," Kal said. The Fortress was silent without her. His father and parents had long since stopped speaking to him. He wouldn't allow her to do the same.

        "I'm already home."

        "You know what I mean." He was getting tired of her playing at ignorance. Faked stupidity didn't suit her. The woman hand briefly tightened on her fork when he rounded the table toward her. "I'll help you pack. You can bring whatever you want." He reached for her and she spun in her seat to jam the fork home against the top of his hand. He looked briefly at the crumpled metal. "Really?"

        "Really," Bruce said. "You owe me a fork now."

        "You can buy-"

        "My bank accounts are still frozen."

        "All the more reason for you to come home-"

        "Seriously?" She slapped the fork down against the table. "That's how low you're going to stoop? I thought you were better than petty abusers, Superman." He breathed in through his nose and slowly let it out.

        "I've been patient. I've let you act like a child for long enough."

        "This is Wayne Manor, I am Bruce Wayne, and you will-" The woman abruptly clapped her hand to her mouth. He watched in mounting confusion as she hurriedly pushed her seat back and ran for the kitchen sink. Kal stared as she leaned over it, her shoulders going hunched, and retched. He studied the food for a moment. There didn't look to be anything wrong with it. Then why...? Kal floated over to her. He rested a hand against her back as she paused and wiped at her mouth. The Kryptonian heard it then. Beneath her own fluttering heartbeat was a second one.

        "You're-"

        "Don't." It was as much a command as a plea. Kal felt his annoyance fade away as he scooped her hair back. Her next words were cut off as she leaned back over the sink and further emptied her stomach. When the woman finally finished, she trembled with exhaustion. Kal kept his hold gentle as he hugged her close and kissed the top of her head. He grinned against her hair, thrilled beyond reason as he listened to the twin heartbeats before him.

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        Thrilled, he thought to himself, that's what Bruce should have been. Instead, the woman had withdrawn to an extent that he'd never seen before. Shadows developed under her eyes even though she slept for longer and longer periods in their bed. When he noticed the she was awake again, Kal stood by her side. Her expression made his skin crawl with unease. Once fiery eyes were utterly blank.

        "When I was little," Bruce quietly said, "I used to tell mother that I wanted to be just like her." The woman rested her hands against her stomach. "She was the best mother ever, and I wanted to be like that for-" She stopped speaking. Looked down at where their child grew with a hollow expression. "Why, Clark?" Dull blue eyes met his. "Why'd you take that from me?" Her gaze wondered away from his and for the second time in his life, Kal felt helpless. Bruce was the strongest woman he'd ever known. That, after everything that had happened, what should've been the happiest time of her life was her lowest... Her slack body. Her expressionless face. She was a corpse whose heart hadn't stopped beating yet.

         And that- Her emotions weren't something he could fight like their past villains. He'd been able to sway her into obeying, but this... He reached down and gently lay his hand over hers. With his other, he stroked her limp hair. This wasn't supposed to have happened. She'd given in. Accepted him. She was supposed to have blossomed beneath his care, not withered. Kal knew what human bodies were capable of. If he didn't fix this soon, Bruce's body would give out. He'd lose her and their child.

        That was unacceptable. He'd already lost one wife and heir. He wasn't going to lose another pair, not after everything he'd done to make the world a better place for them. Bruce was dying from her emotions. If he could get rid of them, replace them... She didn't fight him when he carefully scooped her out of the bed. Bruce lie still as he called for an emergency teleportation. She didn't even startle when they materialized aboard Brainiac's ship. She simply stared upward as he made his way toward the other alien's former seat. Kal settled her into it and brushed her hair back to expose her forehead. There wasn't a hint of worry or confusion in the woman's eyes as he pressed the left cord to her temple. Kal called forward the other connector. He pressed it to his own temple and closed his eyes against the pain of the joining. Bruce's memories crowded before his mental vision and with a moment of thought he swept them all away. Bruce's jerking, trembling body stilled beneath his hands. He unhooked himself from the ship and tugged the other cord free. Kal waited. Bright blue eyes slowly opened. Bruce blinked up at him with confusion and nothing else.

        "Who're you?" She looked around at the interior of the ship. "Where am I? I can't- I..." She looked to him again. "Do you know my name? I don't know why, but I can't remember it." Kal smiled down at her. He knelt then and took her hands in his own. She watched him with curiosity.

        "You're my wife, Bruce Kent," he told her. "And I," he pressed a kiss to the back of her knuckles. She didn't recoil or try to pull away, "am your husband, Kal-El."

Chapter 35: [IV] To Bring To Heel (V1) (2)- Dark Clark/Bruce

Summary:

wewillalwaysenduphere submitted:

I'd love a continuation to "To Bring to heel" V1, where Bruce still thinks supes is only doing it because he has to. I was picturing the following: Bruce realised what Clark did once he got hurt, and he talks to him about it. Clark ends up revealing he actually doesn't mind the violence anymore (Batman reads it between the lines, Clark isn't all that direct about it), especially if it is to protect Bruce. Maybe they have sex - Bruce can't help but want Clark, although part of him knows he shouldn't. I'd love a flashback to their "wedding night" where Clark didn't expect to have sex with Bruce, but Bruce very much seduced him bc he'd wanted him for a while.

        Bruce leaned against the handrails of the building and looked up at the distant stars. His day had been a quiet one - not a single protestor had set foot outside. The online chatter continued like usual, the people so certain their words were anonymous, but there hadn't been any physical gatherings. There were only a few reasons humanity would be acting so good right now. He didn't like to think about those possibilities. How to advance now? How should he plan around these worst case scenarios? He glanced down at the ring on his finger. It had felt heavier ever since he he'd woken up. Tighter. Rings were a bond, his father had once told him. He hadn't truly understood until now what that meant. Bruce reached down to rub his finger over the smooth metal. He shivered at the memories it stirred.

        He hadn't known that Superman could be timid. The hero's cheeks went deep red as Bruce tugged off the man's new helmet. Superman took his hands then. Stopped him.

        "You don't have to do this," the man said. "It's enough that we're married." Bruce felt his chest warm in appreciation. Superman, always the gentleman. He reached out then to smooth back the hero's hair. He followed the move and leaned up to press a kiss to the man's jaw. The Kryptonian's eyes widened.

        "What if I want more?" Superman's attention on him and him alone. The way the man had taken his vows and meant them. Bruce had never thought he'd get to be with the man he'd so admired. Had believed he'd never even be a blip on the superhero's radar outside of their rare meetings while on duty. He stopped then. Felt his own cheeks threaten to heat up as he drew slightly back. "Unless you don't want-"

        "I do." The hero's voice was ragged. Bruce slowly moved his hands downward. He splayed his palms over the armor covering the man's chest. He glided them across the smooth metal to the zipper on the side. He took it and looked back up into the other man's eyes. There was no unease behind the surprise there, but Bruce kept his movements slow. Gave the hero ample time to change his mind. To withdraw. Superman stayed where he was. Bruce's own breathing stuttered when gloved hands rose to undo the buttons on his suit. Their clothing and armor gradually piled up to their left. The sheets of their bed was soft against his bare back. The man sucked a breath in as the unclothed hero guided his knees back towards his chest, as the Kryptonian met Bruce's eyes one more time before he-

        His head jerked back against the sheets as he moaned. Warm fingers carefully held him open as that hot tongue gradually worked itself deeper and deeper. Heat pulsed through him with every wet tongue thrust. His legs trembled as he tried to hold his knees steady. The fingertips against his rim traced through that wetness and then began to gently rub themselves deeper. The stretch was slow. Manageable. Bruce panted as he was worked wider and wider. A slick finger brushed something that made his world briefly white out. Bruce pressed his head back as he moaned, his hips instinctively rolling down against Superman's fingers. One of the hands disappeared from his entrance and Bruce felt the hero firmly grip his left hip. The slightest of pressures held him against the bed as that tongue continued to glide against his walls, as those fingers massaged the spot that sent blinding pleasure through him. His gut twisted. Grew hotter and hotter as his own length ached. The touches were too much. In that moment, they felt like they would never end, and Bruce cried out as he came.

        Bruce sagged against the bed. Could only focus on his own breathing as his new husband straightened. As wet fingers went to his thighs, as a new heat pressed to his entrance. His walls slowly parted. The man weakly shivered as Superman gradually pressed deeper and deeper. He'd never known he'd been so empty before, had never known he could be so full now. The backward drag against his walls made Bruce's toes curl. He whined as Superman gave a low grunt. Forward and back. Empty and full. The man closed his eyes at the overwhelming feeling as the hero's thrusts began to quicken. His husband's harsh pants mingled with his own whimpers as those hands tightened on his thighs. There was one last thrust, deep and final, and Bruce trembled as he was filled-

        Bruce opened his eyes to the cool night sky. A familiar form blotted out the stars. His husband descended to his side. Bruce tried to push memories of their wedding night away as he faced the man.

        "Superman." He wanted to curse at his slightly strained tone, and how the Kryptonian had keenly heard it, that knowledge showing in how his eyes darkened behind the shadow of his helmet. Bruce swallowed. He had to focus. The people of Earth needed him now more than ever. "We need to talk."

        "About?" His husband tugged his helmet off and set it beside his feet.

        "Our strategies. I reviewed what footage I could from our last mission." Bruce glanced at the Kryptonian from the corner of his eyes. None of them had caught the moment. But it had happened. Would Superman admit to what he'd done out loud? Part of Bruce hoped he would. The other half of him feared it. Superman. Bruce had admired him for so long, had wished for him for nearly as long. To have him now, after...

        "Things did get a little out of hand." A little out of hand. And the way the man said it, like he was mildly embarrassed about it. "I've learned from what happened." What had he learned? Bruce knew it, needed to hear it out loud- The Kryptonian shifted then. Stepped to the right to stand behind him instead of beside him. One gloved hand descended to rest on his own. A finger rubbed over his ring. Bruce fought to keep his breathing even as Superman slightly shifted against him. He remembered different thrusts, more pointed and good, so good. "Superman-" The Kryptonian's free gloved hand reached around and up to rest over his heart.

        "It's all right," came Superman's low murmur. "I wasn't doing enough before. They took advantage of that."

        "They didn't-"

        "They hurt you." The hand over his own threaded their fingers together. "That won't happen again."

        "They didn't mean for it to happen like that."

        "They did," his husband disagreed. The hand over his heart drifted lower. Gloved fingers briefly stroked over his chest. Rubbed at his right nipple through his shirt. His breathing stuttered at the move. Distraction. He couldn't let- The hand dipped lower. Trailed down his stomach before brushing against the buttons of his slacks. Bruce's hips jerked up into the touch.

        "We're having a- ah," the hand cupped him, "conversation, Superma- nh." His husband palmed at him.

        "I was so worried about you, Batman." Superman told him. The stroking turned firmer. Bruce's breathing began to pick up. The hand left him then to focus on undoing the button to his slacks. The man shivered as his hardening length was tugged out into the cool air.

        "Clark." Bruce hated how conflicted his voice sounded to his ears.

        "Bruce," came the heated reply. It sent a shiver up his spin. The gloved hand closed around him. He couldn't stop his gasp at those steady touches. Clark thumbed at his head. Traced the pulsing underside of his veins. Bruce whimpered. No. He tried to think past the haze that was descending on him. He hadn't come here for- The hand over his own let go. Rose upward to stroke down his cheek before fingers rested against his lips.

        "C-" They slipped inside. Rubbed over his teeth and then along his tongue as Clark lightly thrust against him. The man felt a flash of heat go through him. His hips stuttered back against his husband. He heard a thin hiss at that. The fingers in his mouth pressed deeper and Bruce felt his control fray further. He tongue moved against the digits. The human's free hand clutched at the armored wrist. Saliva pooled against those fingers and Bruce felt his cheeks flush when Superman drew them out. He couldn't be doing this, not now. Not when so many people needed him to pull their hero back from the brink. "Clark," he managed when both of of Superman's hands briefly left him. "We- we can still do the right thing together."

        "We are," Clark responded. Those hands tugged his slacks down. The loose fabric easily fell past his knees. His boxers joined them. He heard the sound of a zipper. A low sigh. Superman's right hand rested against his hip before trailing down to his backside. He was spread open as the pressing weight on him disappeared. He only had a moment to breath, to try to claw his way back to clarity, before that goddamn tongue flicked against his hole. Bruce's back went ramrod straight as it then slipped inside. He choked as wet fingers circled his rim and Clark's tongue moved inside him. The stars above blurred. Bruce was only aware of pleasure. The mounting emotion spiked as Superman gradually rubbed his slickened fingers into Bruce entrance.

        "Nh!" The slow, careful stretching made his legs lock. He panted as those questing fingers slide deeper and- The human moaned as the alien found his prostate once more. Gloved fingers lightly rubbed over it before pressing firmly down. Bruce cried out. He jerked against the railing as his hands clenched tight. Too bright, he thought. When had the stars gotten so bright? Clark rubbed over his prostate, making Bruce tremble, before his hand withdrew. The human couldn't stop himself from whining in loss. It got him a chuckle. The hands went back up to his hips. Precum further slickened his entrance as he felt Clark's erection rest there. Bruce's nails dug into his palms as he was slowly opened by Superman's length. The pinpricks of pain only heightened the pleasure and he shook against the railing. Just like their wedding night, the presses and backward drags made the world go hazy. He was dimly aware of his husband panting against him. A slight change of angle, another deep press-

        "Ah!" Bruce's head smacked back against Clark's chest as the man's cock pushed into his prostate. The hands on his hips disappeared then. One settled low against his stomach as the other cupped his jaw. His head was tilted up. Superman's lips were warm against his. Upward thrust after upward thrust pressed home against that spot inside him. He painfully tightened then, feeling like every muscle he had locked up as he shook through his ejaculation. Searing wetness flooded him as the Kryptonian moaned through his own orgasm. The tight hold on him turned gentle. He was guided back against his husband's chest. Bruce trembled with exhaustion as he looked back up at the stars again. There was a satisfied hum in his ear as Superman cradled him close. Tears pricked at his eyes and Bruce shut them.

Chapter 36: [IV] A Brief Respite - Dark Diana/Bruce

Summary:

blastquake submitted:

injustice Dark Diana/Bruce
Smut/yes
instead of joker blowing up metropolis it was Lex Luther blowing up Gotham
killing talia and his unborn child (Damian) using this ask advantage to have Bruce for herself she manipulates him into
killing Luthor and conquering the Earth turning it to the Batclan regime with Superman creating the insurgency.

        Without Clark's good cheer, the Watchtower had grown quiet over the years. Barbara silently worked away at her computer, Dick by her side as they monitored the cycling city views for glimpses of the Kryptonian's Insurgency. His other children and allies occasionally reported in through their comms. Dick's quiet, murmured responses were the only human sounds in the room. The beep of the monitors. The hum of cables. Both of his kids briefly paused in their work to nod to him as he passed by. Bruce returned it before he walked to the observation window. The Earth looked so small from the Watchtower. So fragile. He wondered what his son's voice would've sounded like. What the boy would've looked like. Talia had been certain that he'd have Bruce's eyes. Bruce would never know. He reached out and pressed his hand to the glass. His son should've been down there, helping his siblings impose order. If only- The man closed his eyes. If only he'd been stronger, sooner, been able to see the madness behind Luthor's smiling façade, been willing to do what needed to be done from the first night he'd put on the cowl. So many lives would've been spared. Bruce swallowed. Straightened. He couldn't change the past. He could only save the future. The door hissed open behind him.

        "Bruce." He turned at Diana's greeting. She wasn't wearing her usual armor. His children gave her clothing one look before they excused themselves from the room. The sway of Diana's hips accentuated the thigh high slit in the lower body of her dress. Her exposed stomach was ringed by the black fabric. A golden connector was the only thing holding the thin cloth over her chest together. The Amazon watched his children leave before she continued onward to stand behind him. They looked at each other through their reflections. "I've been waiting for you."

        "I can see that," he replied, giving her a half smile to show that his words weren't meant to offend. "Am I forgetting a special occasion?"

        "No," she murmured. The woman wrapped her arms around his waist as she leaned her head against his shoulder. Her left hand drifted lower and she toyed with the buttons on his slacks. Bruce felt his pulse jump at the want that underlaid her voice. "You've been working so hard. I thought you could use a break." Bruce folded his arms around her right one as she undid his slacks.

        "You've been working just as hard." Her fingers slid down to cup him through his boxers. Her warm touch was a promise of more. He turned his head to look up at her and she took the opportunity to kiss him. He shut his eyes as her tongue swirled across his lips before dipping deeper as he opened his mouth. Thoughts of the past, all his many regrets, faded into haziness as her tongue glided over his own. The hand she still had around him tugged at his side. He turned with the motion and she surprised him by floating up into the air and hooking her legs around his waist. He pulled back from their kiss. "Wait-" Diana gave him a fond look as her legs curled tighter around him.

        "It's all right, Bruce. I'm ready."

        "But-" The Amazon unflinchingly lowered herself onto him. His shoulders hit the glass behind him at the sudden wet, warm heat that engulfed him. He didn't feel even a hint of resistance. Had she-? His thoughts were cut off again as she reached past him to stroke her fingers up through his hair. Her hold went tight then. Diana forced his head forward so that she could kiss him once more. Her lips smothered his groan. Her other arm hooked around his shoulders, bringing him flush against her body. The first downward thrust of her hips sent sparks of pleasure up through his chest. He hung onto her as she moved against him. Bruce shuddered as her demanding pace began to quicken. The muscles in his legs tensed as her touch and her heat forced them both over the edge. The room around them faded away as the Amazon tightened like a vice around him. Bruce twitched through his ejaculation, only held up by Diana's tight hold as he gasped for air. She floated up off of him then and smoothed the folds of her dress down, somehow managing to look completely unchanged as he leaned against the glass behind him.

        "I'll be taking the third shift patrol. Now that we've had our break, I expect you to come with me." Her touch was softer this time as she stroked a hand over his cheek. Her eyes were no less intense. "It'll do the people good to see their leaders together."

        "I hope out schedule allows for time to change," he joked once he'd caught his breath.

        "Of course," Diana replied. Her smile was utterly satisfied as she took his hand. Together, they left the room.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 2 of White Roses Prompt Series