AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, I don't usually do this but I adopted this story. I attempted to PM the author but she (or he) disabled that feature. I checked the author page and it seemed this story has been sitting on the site for about three years. This is the ONLY story on that page and apparently the author page was not updated since 2010 as well. There were only two chapters to the original story, that due to personal reasons I decided not to change. Beyond the first two chapters the rest I have typed. I just wanted to make it clear I give all credit to this author.

My reason for adopting the story is the fact that it starts out so intriguing. I was hooked right from the start and I have begun to grow fond of Batman and Superman. When I found out the story had not been updated/discontinued I decided to continue it myself. Again, all credit goes to this author. But I just could not stand by and continue to stare at the screen wondering what happened next.

Shattered

by Piera Jade

Chapter 1

After a fight with one of the lesser of the Justice League's villain's (some guy that called himself the Blue Vested Avenger…) Superman was taking a much deserved shower. He had fought with Hawk Girl, and Batman at his side and they had just returned to the Watchtower to relax for the rest of the day while the others took over the next shift. Clark Kent was in one of the showers and he felt very strange… He had felt this… unexplainable lust building for a few days now. He had not been to see Lois for over a week and he would have liked nothing more than to sweep her off of her feet right this second. 'Sigh…' but business came first, as always. He felt slightly embarrassed as he did a quick x-ray scan to make sure that no one was around before firmly gripping his slightly erect organ and pumping it gently up and down. He groaned as the lust was not alleviated, but grew worse. He continued pumping until he gave a final grunt and blacked out.

Bruce Wayne was in his Watchtower quarters drying off from his shower, his mind preoccupied with figures, graphs and business proposals that were waiting for him back at the mansion when he noticed Clark Kent was leaning in his doorway, his black hair still dripping from his shower, clutching the door frame with one hand and holding up his towel to cover his indecency with the other. Clark's green eyes were half closed and he was panting slightly. Bruce was a little shocked and concerned for his friend who usually was never out of breath. "Clark… Are you alright?" he asked the Man of Steel. "You haven't been exposed to any kryptonite have you?"

Bruce was just about to buzz for the rest of the League when Clark grunted, "No…" and staggered forward and let the door shut behind him. Bruce jumped forward to try and catch him and hold him up and instead was pinned down by the larger man's body.

"Uh… Clark?" Bruce asked awkwardly. Superman pushed himself up slightly and looked at Bruce with an uncommonly sinister glint in his green eyes.

A flash of confusion went through Bruce as he looked up at his teammate and asked, perplexed, "Clark, what are you doing?"

But as Batman looked into the eyes of Superman, he saw that Clark Kent could no longer hear him and that the alien, Kal-El was in full control. Kal-El stood up and carelessly flung Bruce into the wall. Bruce was stunned upon impact and foggily saw Kal-El come towards him and pick him up bodily and effortlessly threw him on the bed. By now Bruce's towel had fell, forgotten, leaving his body fully exposed. Kal-El held him face down on top of the bed as he let his own towel drop. Batman's heart was racing as he realized Superman's intentions and half yelled, "Clark! Stop this! Snap out of it!" Bruce knew that he would have no chance of escaping the almost all powerful alien's clutches. He also knew… just knew that Clark, Superman, wasn't really aware of his actions. Yet there they were on Bruce's bed, Kal-El positioning himself over Bruce's body, the tip of his now erect member ever so slightly touching Batman's entrance.

"Please!" Bruce pleaded with him. "Clark! Superman! Don't do this!"

But Superman gave no indication that he cared or even heard Batman's pleas. The multi-millionaire struggled and thrashed underneath the alien's body but Kal-El only held him tighter. He tried to yell for help, not knowing if there was anyone even near to help him or who would really be able to help, but Superman clamped a hand over his mouth. With no warning, the Man of Steel thrusted the full length of his throbbing organ into the Dark Knight's tight hole. Bruce screamed at the pain of Kal-El being inside of him. All he could do was clutch his fists and try not to breathe, for it only made the pain worse. Kal-El then began pumping in and out of him, going faster and faster. Bruce could feel his skin chaffing and finally bleeding at the horrible friction.

He felt dry sobs coming from his throat against his will. All he could think about was 'why?' Why would his teammate and friend Clark Kent suddenly rape him with no remorse or hesitation? Was it his homophobia? Because Bruce was with Wally? What had happened that would have made him do this?

After a few minutes of thrusting Kal-El grunted in satisfaction as he released his hot wet cum into Bruce's body. He then extracted himself from Bruce with a shudder from the now limp body on the bed. Kal-El silently collected his towel to cover himself and left without a single backwards glance, leaving Bruce Wayne, Batman, the Dark Knight, not broken, but completely shattered.