Once Upon A Time
A few months ago.
Batman regrouped with Superman right outside of a populated satellite outlet mall, only a few minutes before Luthor tracked them down and sent an army of robots to blow Superman up with whatever nasty Kryptonite cocktail bombs he managed to create.
The shrapnel embedded with Kryptonite shreds the blue suit and the invincible skin of Superman immediately. Being the center of the explosion, Kal stumbled out of the flame and smoked like a bloody mess. The painful howling could be heard despite the continuous uproar of bombing and explosion.
Bruce was sent flying across the field due to the blastwave at the same time, until he hit the brick walls.
People screamed and desperately ran away from them, from the explosion. Buildings collapsed in far and smock raised from everywhere. Robots which ambushed Superman didn't care about the collateral damages, as much as that had been established.
Bruce rushed getting up and yelling who was too shocked to move to run. He pulled up a few civilians who fell down on the remnants and was glad they were only minor injured.
But the worst had yet to come.
Bruce realized that when he crossed the battlefield and almost reached Superman.
The burning smell of smoking and explosive suffocated his sensitive nose, but Bruce won’t mistake the specific spicy and bitter tang of rut accelerator spreading along with the smoke. It’s impossible and fruitless to pin down the source. It’s everywhere and there was no way Kal hadn’t inhaled a lungful. Even if Kal was lucky to hold his breath, the glittering fine dust had thoroughly covered his exposed skin, seeping into the countless tiny bleeding cuts.
The only comfort was that the rut accelerator was concentrated at the center of the initial explosion, where Superman was, and kept a distance from the crowd, so Batman didn’t need to worry about the civilians catching all this nasty stuff. At least not this moment.
His priority was solely on Superman.
However, Kal was barely holding himself together. His damaged and bruised skin slowly started healing, but his scents, the forever sun bathed warmth scents turned to something burning and suffocating. The particular tang of rut developed quickly and strongly. He looked at Bruce with painful red eyes. The rationality and sanity diminished like slowly dying embers.
Kal stumbled toward Bruce. One or two steps, then he stopped abruptly. The robots regrouped high above and fiercely attached him. Superman was buried under incessant fire and explosion, again.
Bruce tried to pull down as many as robots he could but only a moment later, an agonized growl came out from Kal and then he shot up to sky, drawing all the robots away and taking the battle down to the deep of the forest nearby.
Hopped on the Batmobile, Bruce tracked down Superman.
Luthor underestimated, or he didn’t care about, how destructive Superman could be when he was on rampage. The robots he sent out didn’t stand a chance. The tore up metal pieces and wreckage was everywhere when Bruce only arrived like ten minutes later. Trees fell down and cut to chunks, crashing to the ground.
In the middle of this destruction stood Superman. Ragged. Red eyes. Panting and sweating. Shaking a bit, too.
The air was drenched with agitated, aggressive, agonized, rut scents. It’s choking to even get any closer.
When they locked gazes, Bruce knew he came late.
He was going to experience first hand what a furious and feral Kryptonian would like to do when he was sinking down in rut and instincts.
That’s... really not hard to predict. All the Alphas practically wanted the same thing. Fight or mate. The Kryptonian was not that different.
There was no way Bruce let Kal fly back in town and run loose like a pissed wild animal. That’s probably Luthor’s end game. A Superman reduced to nothing but a feral beast. An ultimate way to humiliate and degrade a god.
For a brief moment, Bruce wondered if he could manage to inject a rut inhibitor to neutralize the situation, but he also knew too well the rut inducer Luthor wouldn't be anything cheaper than top grade and Kal was too far gone.
The investigative journalist Clark Kent would have a field day to report on how Superman became the worst kind of destroyer, or worse, rapist, if he could come back at all.
He would be back. Bruce hummed to himself. Superman was a persistent man. He would live. Just given time.
But right now, it’s only Superman and Batman standing on this wreckage, making Batman the last barrier between a feral Superman and the rest of the world.
Time was slipping away. Since Bruce was a Beta wearing heavy scent blocker and showing no intention of challenging him, Kal stopped focusing on Bruce and looked away. His nostril flared, taking in the surrounding scents.
Kal could see almost every corner on earth and hear the tiniest sound, but it’s tricky when it comes to scents.
Bruce couldn’t risk him picking up Omega scents back in that outlet mall. There were quite a few of them.
Only one option was left to Bruce.
He carefully backed until could get back in the Batmobile. Then the tanked vehicle roared in life at full blast. Superman’s attention snapped at it automatically.
Frankly, there was no better day to fight Superman. Batman just needed to give his best try.
Before Kal could think of anything, Bruce hit the buttons and launched missiles on him, blowing him up.
Then he hit the gas hard. The vehicle shot straight out, barely avoiding the first strike from Kal. A punch landed right at where Batmobile was a second ago, split the land and blew everything up. Even the Batmobile waved a bit because of the impact before the tires could firmly grab the ground.
No Alpha in their right mind would tolerate an assault like that, especially the ones deep in rut and instincts roared its ugly head.
Exactly what Batman needed.
The chase, officially, started.
It became Batman’s advantage right now that Luthor’s bombing with Kryptonite significantly weakened Superman, to a degree Kal couldn’t super speed or fly to catch him. But Superman was still fast, strong, violent and single minded in taking down anyone who dared to challenge. Kal gave good fights even when he was out of mind.
It's good news Alfred wasn’t there on the other side of the line. The butler worked alone to handle a dangerous time travel machine back in Gotham, in order to buy Bruce time, so he could make it to Watchtower to prevent any further leak of information after his contingency plans were stolen.
A few hours ago, Alfred sent him a message saying everything was going accordingly, which was odd, considering how the butler persistently pestered on Bruce’s comm on any other day. But Bruce could only believe him.
If anything happened to Alfred, the kids should let him know, even though their communication seemed a bit strained recently.
Bruce vaguely remembered the arguments and fights with his kids going on in the past few days. Troubles tended to find only troubles and troubled he was, until everything became a blur.
There was no one on the comm right now, which was good. Only Bruce’s inner voice kept chewing over all the faults he committed and all the possibilities he could potentially do better.
Bad time to reflect. Bruce must focus.
The only important matter right now was to get Superman away from the rest of the world and find a way, either tiring him out or something, to calm him down.
There was a place in mind Bruce would like to lead Kal to. An underground base disguised as a bunker, secretly built and operated by an illegal group for human experiment, got busted by his kids not too long ago. It’s not unreachable and so deep down into the underground that, after Bruce initiated the lock down, even with Superman’s senses, he could smell nothing from the surface.
The only problem was time.
Superman healed quickly. He would wear off the Kryptonite any second. The Batmobile carried Bruce as far as it could, Bruce could see the entrance of the bunker, before Superman finally managed to punch the rear of the Batmobile and send it flying across the field. Bruce was ejected before Kal caught upon with the Batmobile flying in the mid of air and punched till it exploded.
Bruce rolled on the ground to drop off the momentum and put up a distance between Superman and the in-recognizable piece of junk used to his beloved car.
Kal only stopped punching when there was literally nothing left, letting out a victorious cry.
He sniffed the air and tilted his head while watching Bruce scrambled away and then got back up, since as a Beta and with heavy scent blocker, Bruce was practically a living ghost to Kal’s instincts, standing for no threat.
In Superman’s mind, Bruce was no different than a leaf dropping down the tree or a rock unfortunately caught in blast range and flew across the field. He was nothing, no matter how humiliating it felt. He glanced at Bruce with cold eyes.
Superman turned around to the direction they came, a place full of innocent people. It’s hard to tell what he was looking at, but there was something slowly catching his interest as he discerned whatever was carried down by the wind.
Scents. Bruce perceived. From the fights had finished, the forests that silently stood, the animals hid from sight, the people lived far away.
Was it even possible when it’s so far away?
Bruce couldn’t risk Superman deemed him as a non-threat and went back to do whatever on top of his instincts. Whatever he was thinking right now, reinforcing a territory? Beating up more opponents to prove him as worthy? Sinking out a mate if not multiple? Bruce didn’t like his imagination and doubted it would be pleasant to the general public to know neither.
There was a piece of Kryptonite Bruce kept in his utility belt. Given an opportunity he could challenge Superman and distract him, so he pull it out. This immediately caught Superman’s attention.
Kal growled deeply and full of warning, probably sensed the danger of the little shining green rock even before it landed on his face. For that, it’s exactly what Bruce planned to do next.
On top of the cherry, Bruce took out a small bottle of artificial Alpha scents and quickly sprayed on himself, before he fired his grappling gun and charged directly at Kal, throwing him a solid punch square at his jaw, bruising more on Kal’s ego rather than his body.
It did the trick.
A rutting Alpha so far gone might be able to ignore a scentless Beta on a good day, but no chance to shy away from another hostile and aggressive Alpha.
The scents Bruce applied to himself made sure he smelled like the most terrible, aggressive Alpha one could ever meet.
Forgetting what he discerned a minute ago, Superman’s full attention was back on Batman. He growled, feral and bestial. The retaliation came fast and strong.
A smooth swing, Bruce dodged Superman’s attack, taking their resumed battle toward his final destination. Kal chased him down the hill and into the bunker.
Once they were in there, Bruce initiated the lock down immediately. In case Kal changed his mind, Bruce continuously led him deep down underground. The bunker spiraled down into a maze. The further down, the bigger it became. With thick concrete walls and countless rooms, a perfect place to play hide and seek.
But Bruce probably wasn’t going to last that long. Kal was getting dangerously closer at ever passing second in their fight. Without any backup, it’s impossible to lose Kal.
Superman’s stamina was impossible for humans to imagine, less to compete. Kal was as fast and strong as the first moment he lay his eyes on Bruce. The only thing weakening him was the small shred of Kryptonite Bruce wrapped in his hand, only good to distract Kal but never enough to knock him out.
This battle couldn’t last forever and Bruce feared he was close to his limit. The only way out was somehow administrated a rut inhibitor to Kal. Normally it won’t involve impenetrable skin, but if Bruce planned his moves right, he might be able to cut Superman with the piece of the Kryptonite and needle him while the wound was still open.
The chance was slim but Bruce got to try. His entire life depended on it. At the heat of the chase, Superman won’t let him go until he is ripped apart.
The plan went down, as much as expected, disastrously. Bruce was caught and tossed around like a ragged doll until it hit the columns and walls like a bowling ball. It’s a miracle he hadn’t yet broken any major bones.
There was only a limited amount of gadgets he could carry with him and Bruce had used most of them to distract Superman. He was running off, weapons, time, options, may be his life too.
I’m sorry.
Bruce locked his eyes with Superman’s, before the next unavoidable death blow delivered on him.
The red eyes, fell upon Bruce, could only belong to a dangerous predator who seeks for blood.
For die on you.
Somehow, the punch missed. Instead of landing directly on his stomach, it missed Bruce only millimeters to his right. His entire right side of body was numbed. The impact of the blow sent him flying across the platform until dropped to the lower concrete ground, crashing the smooth surface.
His vision blacked out, a few seconds or minutes, it was hard to tell. Bruce must have lost consciousness meanwhile too. The next thing he knew was Superman pinned him over the round and growled directly into his face. A large and burning hand crashed on his throat and almost choked him.
Instinctively Bruce tried to shake him off, but Superman lifted him to hit on the concrete floor. Again and again, until he lay limp in his hand. The fingers tightened around his throat and sunk down into the protection collar. Bruce could hear the crash of collar and cowl playing out in milliseconds. His body was paralyzed by the excruciating pain and his senses were blank.
It took minutes before Bruce came back to himself, before he realized a hand touching everywhere on him, before he felt Kal’s hot breath fell upon his jawline, the tip of his nose poked at his cheek.
“...what?”
Bruce stirred under Kal, groaning. Superman was like weighing a thousand tons and crashing him. Any attempts to escape or simply pushing him back was impossible and irritated the Kryptonian.
Kal growled, voice deep and commending. Alpha voice. Sending a chill run down Bruce’s spin, freezing him on spot, however briefly it was.Bruce had trained himself not to freeze under Alpha commend, but somehow it sent him back to day one. Satisfying with his effort, Kal proceeded to peel the broken armor off Bruce, tearing the black kevlar like thin paper.
Then the scents finally hit Bruce.
The thick, choking sweet scents, like ripen tropical fruit dropped off the branch and blasted on the hard ground. The artificial Omega scents. Clouded them like a heavy blanket.
The bottle of Omega scents kept in his utility belt must have cracked and spilled when Superman landed punches on Bruce. Or his involuntary landing crashed it under his weight. Just Bruce’s luck.
Several facts were registered in Bruce’s mind the same second. First, the artificial Alpha scents must be worn off during the fight. Now the Omega one was dominant and strong, practically marking Bruce with its powerful sweetness. Second, Superman wasn’t about to kill him any more. He used his entire weight to pin Bruce down. Even the hand used to grab Bruce’s throat wandered down his chest and searched. Third, his armor was too broken to be functional. The built-in comm in the cowl was dead silent. The ringing sound repeating in his head was more likely the concussion rather than someone on the other side of the line.
Okay, Bruce was alone in an empty secret base, stripped out of any useful weapon - the shred of Kryptonite was dropped somewhere out of Bruce’s range, whatever left in tack in his belt was questionable - and about to be assaulted by Superman.
The realization hit Bruce like a bullet train.
“No. No!” Bruce gasped, aghast. His limbs were numb and won’t answer to his will no more. He thrust and pushed under Kal but it’s useless. He couldn’t even move an inch!
“KAL! NO!”
Kal was taken aback a bit by the sudden burst of Bruce. He stopped and reared his head up a bit to stare down Bruce with an inscrutable expression, with his weight firmly planted on the other to prevent any escape.
Bruce watched him with wide eyes, panting heavily. He was completely at mercy of Superman. A man was standing for Hope.
But what a feral Superman wanted was an enigma.
Or, was it?
Bruce took a deep breath and swallowed hard.
The artificial Omega scents mingled with the strong rut scents pouring out from every pore of Superman, taking the sharp edge of aggression off, creating a false, but elusive intimating feeling.
Yeah, now Bruce could tell Superman was quickly glancing at his crotch, where he wore his belt and the Omega scents were mostly concentrated. The carnal desire was rising in Superman. His reddened face was more likely from the inner flame of lust other than from the previous fight.
Superman was confused.
What Superman pinned down was not a hostile Alpha but a wanting Omega. The intensity of Omega scents spoke for itself. A feral mind won’t mind the equally empty feeling the scents carried, as long as it’s strong and appealing.
Any thoughts from Bruce?
Didn’t matter. He used to hide his identity under a cowl. Now he was hiding his feelings and panics under the artificial scents. What’s the difference?
They’re all in disguise.
Batman was a master of disguise. He could use this up to his advantage if he chose smart. The intercourse definitely stalled more time than a fight, if not wear the rut off entirely. Consent was damned.
Okay. Okay. Maybe he could do it. There was nothing to lose. The only thing on stack was his dignity. It’s not like he will be pregnant or anything. He was not an Omega. To knock him up without IVF was like a fucking miracle.
It was probably going to be a bit of pain. Bruce was a little rusty on the receiving end. He could deal with pain. Wounds, blood, even broken bones, they were all so familiar to Bruce and he could endure them. He would be bruised, but he would live.
He would never talk about this after it finished. Kal didn’t need to know. This was certainly better than waking up beside a dead body.
It’s for the best. Don’t blame him for not trying.
Bruce forced his body to relax. He sprawled on the ground and stopped struggling. His sudden welcome hesitated Superman, but the hesitation barely lasted a second. When his eyes flickered back to red, Superman’s hands were back to business at no time.
Bruce bared his neck and allowed Kal do whatever he pleased. Toying him like a doll, peeling off all his armor, Bruce only hissed when the grab and hold became too rough and hurt.
He managed to toss the emergency signal transmitter away. When everything ended, Bruce was going to need a way out.
The liquid of concentrated Omega scents had seeped through his belts, cracked armor plates, undersuit, until smeared and dried with blood on his burning skin. Bruce didn’t need to worry it wore off any time soon, and he doubted Superman would mind even if it’s gone when he was dick down inside him.
Bruce angled his head and scented Kal with the little freedom he had, contentedly finding Superman smelled like nothing short than carnal desire and pure lust. He smelled happy to get his well deserved prize after all the troubles he had been through.
It would do. He braced himself. It must work.
Superman bit down on his bare neck. Teeth sunk deep in the scent gland, drawing blood out.
Hot agonizing pain streaked like a lightning down on Bruce’s body.
He screamed.