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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      DCU_(Comics), Injustice:_Gods_Among_Us
  Relationship:
      Superman/Original_Female_Charachter, Batman_&_Original_Female_Character
      (s)
  Character:
      Superman, OFC, Batman, Dark!Superman_-_Character, Huntress, Black_Canary,
      Wonder_Woman_-_Character, The_Flash_-_Character, Superman's_Regime,
      Batman's_Insurgency
  Additional Tags:
      Angst, Easily_the_worst_thing_Ive_ever_written, im_so_sorry, Superman_is
      really_dark, this_is_awful, Rape, Mind_Break, Underage_-_Freeform
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-07-08 Chapters: 1/? Words: 5161
****** Brutal Simplicity ******
by Evieangelion
Summary
     Nadia, better known by her hero name Ghost, is Batman's eyes and ears
     inside Superman's regime. Her powers make her a master of espionage
     and incredible asset, someone Superman is desperate to get his hands
     on. When he does, he realizes that he knows this girl. What happens
     when after he has a taste of her, he needs more? What happens when he
     decides she's his? From Nadia's point of view, a monster is always a
     monster. Superman proves it when he does something so awful, so
     terrible, that she is left broken beyond all repair. But she cannot
     get him out of her head, and resisting him becomes much, much harder
     when she can no longer escape him, when she can no longer remember
     why she should hate him.
     This is and will be a very dark fic. Please do not read if you are
     easily disturbed. Please.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
“Call me Clark.” he had offered when they had first met. There was no Superman
then. No Joker, no bomb, no broken Metropolis. Just Clark Kent of the Daily
Planet and the young intern they had just Hired, Nadia. She was a high schooler
with hopes of being an investigative journalist and he was one of their
employees. The Planet had been looking for interns that year and she had been
hired.
Her first day had been filled with filing and phone calls and learning the
ropes. Her hands shook from a combination of nerves and excitement as she was
introduced to staff members . In her haste to follow orders to please her
supervisor, she had slammed headlong into another employee. In fact she would
have been planted on her ass save for his hands moving fast to catch her “Oh
god I’m so sorry!” she apologized profusely when she was righted again. But her
breath stopped in her chest when she got a good look at exactly who she had
bumped into.
“It’s no problem, you looked busy.” He answered kindly, an easy charm in his
voice. His eyes, the bluest that she had ever seen, were filled with mirth at
the sight of her panicked apology.
Nadia giggled, unable to help the girlish sound, “First day, I’m a new intern
here under Mr. Anderson and they have me really paying my dues.”
He chuckled and she mooned over the way his eyes closed when he laughed. “Fair
enough, I remember my first year here being just as bad. I’m Clark Kent.”
She smiled, happy to meet someone new. “Nadia,” she shook his hand, her eyes
widening at how his own engulfed hers. Just then, someone called her managing
to sound both urgent and irritated. Nadia looked over in alarm, “Looks like I’m
not done yet. It was a pleasure to meet you Mr. Kent!” she said, already moving
to answer the call.
 
“Call me Clark.” He fired back at her, waving at her retreating form as she
smiled at him.
That was six months ago. Everything had gone well for Nadia, she was popular at
the Planet for her cheerful disposition and initiative. It was clear to anyone
who worked with the young woman that should she choose to return after college,
The Planet would be lucky to have her.
Nadia herself loved working at The Planet, being a journalist was her dream.
There were so many people she looked up to there, so many people she admired.
But none more than Clark Kent. Okay so maybe it was a little more than admire,
but Nadia knew not to hope for something that was impossible. Her Crush had a
life of his own, was married to another journalist at The Planet, they were
expecting for christs sake! But he was kind to her, he offered her good advice
when she needed it and didn't mind spending extra time with an intern. It was
almost too predictable that the teenager would develop feelings for him.
Nadia was happy for Clark, she really was. He deserved to be happy. After all,
he was far too old to be interested in her and Lois Lane was a beautiful,
smart, accomplished Journalist, everything she wanted to be. She was happy for
them. Even though she cried in the supply closet when he broke the news they
were expecting.
She knew it was a silly girlhood crush and tried her best to get over it. By
the time her internship had come to a close that year, Nadia had made her
peace. In fact, she sometimes felt a little silly for ever having had feelings
for the bespectacled Journalist. Though she couldn't help the little flutter
her heart gave when he smiled at her- proud of her work- Nadia was ready to
leave it all in the past.

The Joker's plan came to fruition six months later and everything fell apart.
 
That was when Nadia had come into her own powers. It turned out that in her
family was the recessive gene for it. The gifts that had been bestowed on her
skipped every other generation. Her Grandmother had been the last and with her
death in the devastation, Nadia was chosen to hold the mantle of her Family’s
secret.
When the explosion had gone off she had been walking home after school.  That
was when, in the distance, she saw the explosion. It had only been far away for
a few moments before the heat and fire of the blast was on her. Nadia was
thrown off her feet, flying through the air. She blacked out as the ground came
up to meet her.
When she came to she was laying on the ground, bruised but fine. Upon further
inspection she discovered that she had the ability to pass intangible through
solid objects.
Surviving the blast had been child's play. With her new power she had tried to
help as many as possible, Batman had spotted her first. He was the first hero
she had met personally and not only did he train her, he treated her as one of
his own. Anyone with eyes could see that he was simply training another
valuable pawn to use in the upcoming conflict, as was his way, but not Nadia.
She had lost her entire family in the blast, most of her friends were gone as
well.
When Superman made the announcement, he was going to end all wars, her heart
filled with fire. He had no right! But then an even bigger bombshell, he ousted
himself as Clark Kent. Her heart fell to her stomach. It couldn't be! This
broken hero with eyes like icy fire and burning with frozen rage was the Clark
Kent she had come to know and admire.
It was from then on that Nadia vowed to stop him. She watched horrified as he
killed not only good people, but honorable heroes, his supposed friends. Her
eyes filled with tears as he justified his actions through condescension and
lies and so many followed him. The tears spilled over as she realized that the
kind, funny journalist she had looked up to was the cruel, tyrannical, dictator
she abhorred.
Sides were chosen, lines drawn in the sand and Nadia simply ceased to exist.
She was Ghost now, wholly committed to Batman’s cause and his most valuable
asset. She was no longer a child, not to him. 16 years was old enough to fight,
he reasoned, old enough to be of use.
When Batman had approached her with the mission, everyone around her had
refused. ‘She was just a child!’ They cried, ‘Send someone else in her place!’.
Their voices rang hollow to her, she was strong enough to do it and still they
thought her incapable. So she had stood up for herself. “Because of Superman’s
actions, the world is the way it is today. If I can help,” she fixed them all
with a cool look, mature beyond her years, “Then I will.”
And so began her unending mission. She would use her powers to spy on Superman
and his team, learn their plans and report their findings back to Batman. It
was simple enough, her powers were built for stealth and espionage and she took
to it like she took to everything else, with a determined glint in her eyes and
a promise to succeed.
And succeed she did, it was many months before Superman caught on to Batman’s
tricks. One of his own informants told him of a metahuman who called themselves
 ‘Ghost’. Completely intangible and untraceable to anything on earth, even to
him.
Their powers would be an invaluable asset to his side if he could catch them .
Finding the fabled spy became one of the priorities in his plan. From that
moment on, it became much harder for Ghost to report her findings back to
Batman.
Her capture had been a surprise to all but Superman. He had Lex Luthor working
on a collar that would bind her once caught. Before he had been aware of her
presence, it was a simple matter for Ghost to slip into the base undetected and
remain there for as long as she pleased. She didn't possess the ability to
teleport, she hadn't needed it. No one could see her, hear her, smell her, even
taste her. She gave off no aura or energy signature. As far as the world was
concerned, in this form she did not exist.
The young girl had stood at the fringes of the room, watching Superman as he
outlined his plans.
He had been getting more and more frustrated with every loss. Losses that were
inevitable due to her reporting his plans back to Batman. It was no secret that
Ghost could be a powerful ally, not even his best mystics or trackers could
detect her but he knew she was there. He could feel her presence in the war
room. Despite what many were thinking but few implied, he was not losing his
mind. He wasn't.
He just knew she was there.
 
Batman had been listening in this time. He had insisted that she wear a live
feed after the last time. Everything had been going well when suddenly a
piercing sound not unlike Black Canary’s scream echoed in the room, her feed
with Batman went to static immediately as Ghost was instantly stunned out of
her powers. She pitched forward landing on her hands and knees in front of
everyone in the room.
There was clamoring all around her as the piercing sound seemed to increase.
Ghost put her hands over her ears, trying to block the sound. Unable to fight,
a collar of some sort was locked around her neck  and she was hauled to her
feet.
“Nadia..” his voice sounded like Clark’s for a moment as he gazed at her face.
He had thought she died in Metropolis, thought another person he had come to
care about was gone. She had been a child when he met her, wide eyed and
trusting. Where was that girl now? He couldn't find her in the hateful eyes of
the woman before him.
Ghost could see the emotions play across his face as he demanded answers from
her. “Why Nadia! Why join Batman and not me” he asked her.
The rising anger in his eyes made her irrational. She spat in his face. “You
think you're making the world a better place? You're not! Humanity never asked
you to become its leader Superman! We didn't ask this of you!”
Superman was quick to anger and he grasped her chin in his fingers, his grip
tight. “Im saving your world! People are better off this way!”
But Ghost was unafraid in the face of danger and she let her tongue fly. “Just
because you lost someone close to you doesn't give you the right to behave as
if this is the best thing for us!”
The room went deathly quiet.
“Everyone leave.” There was a hard glint in Superman’s eye, no room for
argument. There was a moment where no one moved. “NOW!” He shouted, making
everyone scurry for the exit. From her position on the floor she saw The Flash
shoot her a pitying glance.
The moment the door hissed closed behind the last person, Nadia attempted to
turn intangible and flee. Instead, the collar around her neck emitted a sort of
humming noise and she remained tangible. She turned hate filled eyes onto
Superman, who simply stood there smirking.
“Do you like it? It’s something I had Lex make for me just in case we ever
caught you. It absorbs the energy you put out when you access your powers.
There's nowhere to run Nadia.”
But her helplessness only made her angry. “Stop calling me that! The second you
chose to take my planet hostage you became nothing but a monster to me!”  She
shouted, her eyes bright with fury.
Superman growed, frustration knotting his brow. His hands were  fisted at his
sides.
“Why can't you see that I’m helping your people!” he demanded, getting into her
face, “Without me there would still me countless wars, people starving in every
country!”
Ghost shot to her feet, despite being powerless. Her Anger made her careless
and she surged forward to shout in his face. “We. Never. Asked. For. Your.
Help!” She roared, a well aimed slap bouncing harmlessly off his cheek.  
“I lost my entire family in the blast! But I don't think the world should pay
for the crimes of one man! If you do this you’re a bigger fool than I thought
and I’m glad Ms. Lane isn’t around to see this…”
Superman smirked, something far more dangerous than his anger. Reaching for her
hand, he held her wrist in an inescapable prison. Pulling her so she stumbled
closer, his eyes traced the length of her pretty face.
“Wh-What are you doing?” Her voice was disbelieving, a little breathy as his
hand traced the outline of her cheek, crawling her blood. She had expected
anger, fury as he obliterated her for her sharp tongue.
“I think it’s time you were taught some manners..” She should have been warned
by his tone of voice that something ugly was coming. But she had no idea it
would have been this brutal. The cool material of the table bit into her cheek
as she was bent over it with barely restrained speed.
“No!” she cried, panic rising as her powers failed to respond to her. The
damned collar around her neck hummed louder and louder as it compensated for
the rise in energy. Superman simply laughed at her, nothing like the way Clark
used to. The sound of tearing fabric made her gasp pathetically. And the cool
air striking her ass and cunt made it clear he had torn straight through her
suit.
Nadia’s eyes widened in fear, “No Superman! Stop! Please!” she cried, trying to
sound as authoritative as she could. Yet, he did not budge. Instead he simply
pressed his face to the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent.  His voice, dark
and malicious and full of made her hair stand on end, gooseflesh raising on her
skin. “The more you struggle the worse it’ll hurt Nadia,” he warned, his l body
draped over her back, “..and I don't want to hurt you..” She threw back her
head as hard as she could, hitting him in the nose.
“Nadia is dead! You've no right to call me that monster!” She snarled.  Of
course her actions it did little more than anger him and she felt his the hand
binding her wrists against her back tighten to the point of pain.
Her body felt hot and chilled, all her nerve endings on fire as different
sensations warred within. Even now, though she knew that this monster wasn't
the Clark Kent she admired anymore, he still had the same face. His eyes were
the only thing that had changed, the warm blue now frozen and cold. But his
lips, cheekbones, and that pretty jawline, they were all the same and Nadia
felt a shameful flash of arousal heat her body.
 “Come now Nadia, I thought you had feelings for me? What happened to, ‘I
always admired you Clark, wondered if I was your type’?” He mocked her,
parroting the words she had said to him that one night long ago at the farewell
party for all the Interns at The Planet.
She had been looking for closure then, had just wanted to get if off her chest.
But now, now he was twisting her words, making them something they were not.
She gasped softly, fighting to keep her hips from jerking into his hand as he
parted her damp folds with his fingers. His laugh mocked her, “I thought you
didn't want this Nadia.” Two of his fingers, long and thick, pushed into her
slowly, his knuckles brushing against her clit. Shamefaced as her body betrayed
her, she felt another wave of heat that was stronger than the first.  It
settled low in her belly, there was no mistaking now how wet she was becoming-
if the lewd sounds of his fingers moving in and out of her dripping sex were
any indication, he was manipulating her body expertly.
He removed his fingers, putting them close to her face so she could see the
wetness there, the evidence of her arousal.
His chuckle sent shivers down her spine, “Look at this Nadia, how completely
wet you are. You shouldn't lie about things like that, someone may get the
wrong impression” His fingers moved from her line of sight and she knew he was
licking them off. Her cheeks heated again, her pussy throbbing at the sound of
his tongue lapping at his fingers. Her eyes filled with tears at the way she
wanted him.
This was wrong. It was rape. She shouldn't have wanted him.
“S-Superman Please! Don’t do this!” her voice was shaky, panicked when his body
left her immediate vicinity. The space left behind seemed to chill, her most
intimate areas ominously untouched.
 Her voice cracked again when she begged him, “Please Clark! Please don't!
Clark!”
 They could come back from this, it was still something he could make right. He
hadn't gone too far yet. But The Man of Steel paid her pleas no mind. In a
moment, Nadia felt the blunt head of his cock press against her slick folds.
She blanched, feeling the size of him. There was no way he would fit, as small
as she was he had nearly a foot and a half of vertical height on her. Her
struggle was renewed again and she became almost hysterical in her pleading.
“Please Superman, Oh god please I cant-” Pain tore at her senses, her begging
cut off with a pathetically pained cry. He had buried himself inside her- to
the hilt- with a single thrust. It was too much, he was far too big. Superman
set a brutal pace,  fucking her into the table with no regard for her pain, or
her pleasure. His hands dug bruises into her wrists and hip.
Nadia flickered in and out of visibility as he thrust into her against and
again, the collar keeping her from using her full powers to escape. Every inch
of his cock she was forced to take tore a soft cry of pain from her throat, she
could feel that she was on the verge of tearing. He would damage her
permanently if he didnt stop....but he was ignorant of it all as he rutted into
her, his harsh breath panted in her ear.  
Nadia could hear the sounds of their joining with every breath, the wet slap of
flesh hitting flesh. Her breath came in shallow pants, thighs parted further of
their own volition as if trying to alleviate the building pain of being filled
so completely.
All she could do was lay there, legs spread, trembling with every new thrust
into her body. Each new invasion  brought forth a short cry, her toes barely
brushing the ground from the way he held her hips raised over the table. She
was less than coherent now, her mouth only moving to beg for reprieve every few
moments he still remained inside her. Once in awhile, when he thrusted too hard
inside her and brushed up against her womb, all the breath would leave her body
in a dizzying huff and she would whimper against the hard surface of the table.
“Clark. Clark Please. Stop.” She croaked softly, her throat sore from the
volume of her screams. But her pleas fell  on deaf ears, only the wet sounds of
flesh hitting flesh answered her. Tears fell in rivulets down her cheeks,
wetting her face and the table below.  “Please, Clark I can't-” her voice
cracked as she felt a thin, warm stream running down her leg. Blood.  But
Superman was too far gone, lost in the heat of her body, the way it seemed to
accommodate him so completely despite her protests.
She groaned, in pain as he sped up his thrusts, close to finishing. It was
almost like magic when her body began to respond, slick with her blood and
juices.
Nadia moaned brokenly at the tingle of electricity that raced down her spine.
 It felt...good.
She moaned again, louder now, stronger when he began to stroke something deep
inside. “oh!” surprise colored her sharp cry, everything inside her heating,
“Oh! Oh G-god!”
It felt really good.
 
“Thats it Nadia,” Superman growled in her ear lowly, his hand leaving he hip to
reach between them, “Look at how well you take me..”
Clever fingers circled her clit gently, an intense juxtaposition to his brutal
pace. White sparks exploded behind her lids. “C-clark!” she cried his name
sharply, her hips jerking as a sudden spike of pleasure arched- crashed through
her.
Unable to help it, her hips moved of their own volition, meeting him thrust for
thrust. It was so good, it felt so good the way he was filling her. He seemed
to be everywhere at once, his scent in her nose, the sound of their coupling-
his groans and her cries- in her ears.
It was nearly involuntary when she began to cry. Sharp heavy sobs that made her
shudder even as she kept moving her hips, wanting more of his cock and hating
herself for it.
 He was raping her and she couldn't get enough.
 Superman chanted her name repeatedly, his thrusts becoming sporadic. His
fingers on her clit sped up, pressing harder.
She came violently after that, unable to keep up with the pleasurable assault.
Her entire body shuddered and she screamed with the intensity of her climax.
He groaned her name as he came, her stomach filling with the warmth of his cum.
Ghost moaned brokenly, he had come inside her. 
Everything was quiet for a moment, his grip on her wrists loosening as they
both caught their breath. Despite the pain and soreness, she tried to moved
away. To escape.
 Superman laughed when she struggled away from him by a fraction. Disbelieving,
Ghost could only gasp and cry out when he flipped her over. He couldn't
possibly want her again, her incredulous panic was written all over her face
for him to see.
Superman laughed at the look on her face,”You thought I was done with you?”
He laughed again, “Oh no no Nadia, we aren't going to be done for a long
while.” Something broke inside her at the look on his face. He, the affection
there mingled with anger and vicious spite.
With no energy left to fight, Ghost let her mind drift away and he devoured
her.
He left her there hours later, his cum still leaking out of her, ruined and
spent on the floor. He had used every hole she had to offer him and gave her
body the pleasure it demanded even while her mind rejected it. She had
swallowed so much of his seed, there was even more in her ass and cunt.
 Her body was littered with forming bruises, her suit ripped in so many places
it simply hung off her arms, and every partof her body ached.
She whimpered pathetically when he slipped his softening cock out of her,
leaving her aching chanel desperately empty. His cum spilling out of her in a
warm trickle.
 Superman chuckled at the state of her.
“Goodbye Nadia, I do hope you've learned your lesson.” The way he said her name
was like a raw slap, pouring salt into her open wounds. The feeling of his
lips, pressed against the nape of her neck had her flinching away from the
contact. It was obscenely tender. A brief shuffly of clothes being readjusted
and then footstep.
 There was a sharp swish as the door opened and closed behind the man of steel.
A sound like a dying animal echoed in the room- broken and aching- as Nadia
tried to piece herself back together.  Her head lolled to the side, eyes only
catching the faintest whisper of His red cape before he was gone.
With his departure from the room, the collar inhibiting her intangibility
snapped off. With a heavy hiss and pop it clanged onto the table. When shreds
of sanity returned to her, Nadia flickered into her ‘Ghost’ form.
She sank through the table and onto the floor, crawling away from the messy
aftermath. She had to get home, away from here.  Most of the journey she faded
in and out of awareness, stumbling along, leaving tangible drops of cum and
tears and blood along her path.
She wasn't truly aware of where she was going until she found herself in the
main hideout of the resistance against Superman. Stumbling forward into the
large surveillance and debriefing room, her blurred vision was able to identify
the dark shape of Batman at the computers. He and the Martian Manhunter both
moved back and forth between display screens and keypads, trying to locate her.
 
Her legs shook with the effort to stay upright. Phasing back into the physical
world, nada stretched out a single hand.
“B-Bruce” she croaked hoarsely, her voice long gone from having it abused both
by her screaming and the heavy slide of Superman’s cock between her lips.  She
fell to the metal floor with a soft thud, consciousness drifting away slowly.
The Dark Knight turned at the sound of his name, his once secret Identity
spoken so weakly. He knew that voice. Even before he turned he heard Huntress’
horror filled gasp.
“My God.”
 Oliver, Green Arrow’s voice was nearly milliseconds behind. He could hear the
disgust in the other man’s voice.
“G-Ghost? Jesus Ch-”
There was a sound of repressed retching.
 
When he turned, ready to rush over as the concern in him rose, he  rooted to
the spot at the sight of her.  
His eyes widened, and his heart dropped to his stomach.
The state of her.
She was utterly broken.
Naked as the say she was born, her suit hanging on her in shredded tatters.
Skin littered with bruises and bitemarks, he could clearly make out the
handprints on her wrists and hips. Big hands, hands he didn't want to believe
belonged to the man he suspected they did.   The milky white substance that
covered her, that dripped from her body and stained her skin made his stomach
lurch. He recognized the smell of sweat and sex.
 She reeked of it.   
All at once everyone sprang into action. Batman was at her side first, cradling
her body in his arm before she could hit the floor.
Blackness blew over her like a blessed breeze even as she reached for the Caped
Crusader. His cloak was draped over her naked body in an instant, swathing her
tiny form in black. 
“Bruce.” she whispered softly, her hand falling slack, eyes dark and glassy.
 
Batman was silent even as he lifted her battered body onto a stretcher. His
mind moved miles per minute, silent and consumed with rage while those around
him began to lose their cool.
“That Monster!” Huntress raged, helping to wheel the young girl into their
makeshift medbay to be looked at.
“This..How could Superman even..What the hell was he...This can’t- no this
can't be him.” Oliver was at a loss for words, having averted his eyes from
Nadia’s body despite it having long been covered by Batman’s cloak.
J’ohnn had stayed behind in the debriefing room to keep most of the other
heroes out of the way. Everyone knew Nadia, or Ghost as she was more commonly
known. She was just a kid, a hair shy of 17 despite the maturity in her
behavior. To see her in this state, after knowing where she had been...There
were equal parts Rage and Horror in that room.
Meanwhile with Batman, Huntress, Black Canary, and Green Arrow in the makeshift
medical facility, the heroes spoked in serious tones.
“We need to check her for injuries.” Huntress was all business, regarding the
men seriously.
“God, Look at her,” Oliver shook his head in disgust, “What hasn’the done to
her?”
“Oliver, we need to be practical here,” Black Canary glanced at him sharply,
not for a moment missing the way Batman seemed to flinch and then stiffen at
her husband’s horrified tone. “Both of you should step outside while Huntress
and myself do the examination and get her cleaned up-”
 
“-No.” Bruce’s voice left no room for argument, though Huntress was clearly
determined to try.
“No? What do you mean no? She clearly-!”
“Huntress.” Black Canary said sharply, regarding the leader of the Insurgency,
“You and Oliver wait outside with the others until Batman and I are finished.”
Huntress opened her mouth as if to argue further and then made the mistake of
looking at Batman.
What she saw there caused her to whiten. “We’ll go.” she said quietly, leaving
the room followed shortly by Green Arrow.
 The Archer hazarded one last grief-stricken look at the unconscious girl
laying small and helpless in the center of the stretcher. Ghost was like family
to him, after hers had died in the attack, they had gown closer. He thought of
her as a little sister or niece.
This was...he couldn't even find the words for his pain- his anger.
It could not stand.
 Once the room had emptied and Black Canary and Batman were alone with Nadia’s
sleeping form, the blonde woman took a bracing breath and with another nod from
Batman she pulled his cloak from the girl’s body.
It was worse in the direct fluorescence of the room.
 So much worse.
 ------
 
Nearly an hour later, Batman emerged from the room, his cloak once again at his
shoulders.
The remaining members of the insurgency, the first and last powered defense
against Superman’s regime took their places around the makeshift meeting table.
Batman took the head.
It was silent for a moment, the entire room holding their breath.
“She’ll live.” Those two words caused sighs of relief to echo across the room,
yet no one relaxed.
 “-Superman wont.” Green Arrow quipped, looking furious and deathly serious.
Many among them agreed, nodding shortly.
This was the turning point in the convictions of them all, after this… no one
doubted the evil of Superman or his people. There was no coming back from this.
No redemption. No mercy.
 Batman remained silent as those around him began to speak, planning and
conspiring and reaffirming their dedication to the cause.
His mind was still spinning with the results of Nadia’s examination. His blood
boiled even having to remember it even if it was forever branded into his
memory.
There was nothing left of mercy for his once friend.
 
The next time he and Superman fought, he would kill him.


End Notes
     So I edited this and added a little more, tell me what you guys
     think! The muse has returned and Im working on Chapter two!
     See you guys soon!
     Oh, and check out my other stuff wont ya? Its not nearly as dark and
     the perfect thing if you need to cleanse your palette. God know I
     will, lol
     Bye for now :}
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