Bruce? Realities?
As the days passed, Pagan didn't realize what was going on, didn't realize anything was wrong as Bruce kept him distracted. Most of the time he didn't even leave the bed, Bruce bringing him food and keeping him company by having lots and lots of sex. It was amazing and perfect. Until on the sixth day as Pagan was getting ready to go home, to go to his children and Bruce caught him.
"Where are you going, my dove?" The nickname was weird, Bruce had only once called him a pet name and it was my heart but Pagan just figured it was because of the new part of their relationship so he ignored it.
"I want to see my children. If you want you can come as well, they miss Gramps Brucie after all..Though the fact I'm now dating you means we really need a different name for you. We could do the usual dating parent name, Uncle Brucie. Hmm." Pagan noticed that Bruce was acting weird and focused on him. "Do you mind having a different name?"
"Yes.. I like being called Gramps, though I wouldn't mind not being called Brucie." Pagan pouted and Bruce sighed, "But I'll deal.. I just don't want you to leave just yet. Stay a little while longer." Happy by Bruce's need for him, Pagan moved into Bruce's arms and kissed him then nuzzled into his neck.
"I would love to stay with you forever but I should get back home. Its been sixth days since I've seen my children after all." The next thing he knew, Pagan was waking up in a cell. Thinking that someone had sneaked up on Bruce and him, he rose up from the bed in a fury and was about to unleash all of his power when he saw him. Bruce was watching him from the other side of the cell door. Just...Just like L.Bruce had. Swearing inside his head, Pagan realized why Bruce had been acting so weird. Because it wasn't his Bruce. It was L.Bruce. So when L.Bruce tried to touch him, he jerked as far as possible from him. L.Bruce looked at him sadly, knowing the last perfect week was over.
"I'm sorry it has come to this, my dove. I would have seen you happy with me, never knowing the truth but I knew in the long run that I simply couldn't prevent you from discovering the truth. To much is different in this reality to fool you long. Not mention how to keep you from your children..Well, I couldn't think of a good plan so here we are....I love you and I need you...more than I need your willingly being here." The next month saw Pagan being kept in that cell with L.Bruce being with him at all times. He didn't try to rape him but he did constantly touch him as if to reassure himself of Pagan's presence.
Pagan didn't know what to do about any of this. How could he escape when his powers were bound, L.Bruce knew of all the things that he would normally do to escape. And Pagan just..felt sorry for L.Bruce and afraid of him. As it was very obvious he had lost his mind as L.Bruce no longer seemed to remember that Pagan wasn't his Pagan. Then an explosion shook the cell and the League rushed in. Pagan sagged in relief but when Bruce came toward him, he couldn''t help but to flinch away from him. The hurt he saw on Bruce's face caused him pain but he couldn't help it. Bruce retreated and went to join the others in hitting L.Bruce. Clark came over and gently removed his chains.
"Pagan, are you okay?" Pagan gave him a look which caused Clark to look sheepishly regrettable. "Sorry. Will you let me carry you?" Slightly apprehensive at the idea of being touched but knowing it was necessary as he couldn't use his legs after a month of not being used. So he nodded and Clark scoped him into his arms then flew out of the cell and into the portal. And thus Pagan was once again back in his reality. Giving way to all that had happened to him, both today and the last month, caused Pagan to pass out.
When Pagan woke up, he almost expected to still be in the cell. To find himself in the Infirmary was a relief, discovering Bruce sleeping at his bedside. On a higher level, Pagan knew that it hadn't been Bruce who had held him in a cage for a month.,who had..touched him and....He knew it wasn't Bruce but it was a Bruce who had done it. Which meant that Bruce had it in him to do it as well. Since alternate realities were the same people with different paths, different choices. In that particular reality, Bruce choose to go mad after losing him and took the path of domination.
So how could Pagan let that fact go and actually trust Bruce again, even knowing that this Bruce wasn't like the other one.Yet.
Before he could even decide what to do before Bruce woke up, he woke up and the first thing he did was look at Pagan. Who couldn't help but to try to retreat into the bed. Didn't work of course but it did cause Bruce to stop. The two of them just looked at each other, unsure of what to do. What to say, how to get out of this extremely awkward situation. Pagan couldn't even figure out what to say to him. So Bruce spoke first.
"I don't know what to say to you to make this all better. I.....what do I do to fix this? Pagan, you matter to me more than anythin else.....Please, let me help you. Heal you." Pagan looked at him and knew how hard that had been but he didn't know if he could let him help. As all he wanted to do was run, run as far and as fast as he could away from him.
"I don't know if I can let you." Sadness radiated from the both of them as they just sat in silence, looking at each other.