Chapter One:

A/N: This is for the SuperBat Big Bang 2K17. There's art to go along with this fic on AO3 (Archive of Our Own) that can be found by the title The End of the Star - Art by UndeservingHero (you can also find it under my name on AO3). Please take a look at it! It's pretty awesome!

Tags/Warnings: Homophobia, implied/referenced dubious consent, kidnapping, alien abduction, non-consensual drug us, prison, Lex trolling, world destruction, general death, minor character death, genocide, it's Brainiac's fault, ruffles, boys in dresses, cross dressing, plot, porn with plot, porn with feelings, heartbreak, resolved sexual tension

I would like to thank my beta bscao3 (found on Tumblr) for beta reading this story. I wouldn't have been able to do this without her help and her encouragement. She worked so hard and I appreciate it so much!

I would also like to thank VaticanSaint (found on Tumblr) for making the wonderful art. His pieces are absolutely beautiful and I love them so much! I literally can't stop looking at them, their so awesome!

This fic was a long time coming and I'm really excited for all of you to read it. Please enjoy!

"I would like to thank all of you for coming today and for your generous donations to the Worldwide Orphans Foundation. Your money will be used to give these children better lives and to help them have a brighter future. Thank you." Bruce continues to stand up on the stage for a few seconds longer as applause erupts throughout the room, before he makes his way back to his seat. He is throwing a party in order to raise not only awareness for children that have been orphaned, but to also raise money for the Worldwide Orphans Foundation. The turnout has been immense, to Bruce's pleasure, and he wouldn't be all that surprised if it was because he was throwing it in Metropolis. Metropolis is a bit safer than Gotham after all.

He walks back to his table where Dick and Jason are currently sitting. Bruce had goaded Dick into coming. He might not be Robin anymore but he is still part of this family, and it is important that he show up to these things every once in awhile. Plus, he's there when Jason gets bored and starts to act up. Dick can entertain him a lot better than Bruce can.

As he sits back down in his seat, Dick holds up his champagne glass. Bruce picks up his own, and Jason picks up the flute that currently has sparkling water in it. He had put up a fight about not having alcohol, claiming that he has had it before, but Bruce refused to allow a minor any sort of alcohol. "Congrats on being successful in this endeavor. A lot of people showed up," Dick says, clinking their glasses together.

"Thank you Dick." Bruce brings his glass to his mouth and takes a small sip. Dick does the same while Jason chugs his water.

"So does this mean we can go home now?" Jason asks, leaning back in his chair. His tux is all rumpled from when he carelessly slouched in his seat earlier. Alfred will be displeased.

Before Bruce can answer, a hand is placed on Jason's shoulder. "I do hope you won't be leaving us so soon Brucie."

Bruce stands and offers his hand. "Lexie."

He relishes the small grimace that Lex Luthor gives him. "Please, just Lex."

"Whatever you say, Lexie." Lex's eyebrow twitches. "Have you donated yet?"

"Of course I have. I've donated half a million dollars." Lex wipes the hand that he had shaken Bruce's hand with on a napkin.

"Wow, Lexie! That almost rivals my million-dollar donation." This time Lex's whole face seems to twitch uncontrollably. He can see Jason laughing from the corner of his eyes and Dick isn't doing much better.

Lex frowns. "Yes, well, we all can't just throw our money at things Brucie." He clears his throat, looking from Dick to Jason and then back to Bruce. He looks displeased. "Have a good evening." He walks away and the three of them watch him leave in amusement.

"You know," Dick starts. "You getting under Lex Luthor's skin will never get old. It's just so priceless."

"Did you see his face?" Jason all but chokes out, he's laughing so hard. "I thought he was having an aneurism or something."

"Now, now boys, settle down. We really shouldn't tease the competition." Bruce smirks and the two boys erupt in more laughter. When they finally calm down, Bruce answers Jason's initial question. "We'll leave in another hour. It's important to show our faces at these things, and it would be rude of me to leave so soon after the speech." Jason groans. "Don't worry Jason, the hour will go by before you know it. Then we'll go back to Gotham and do our regular patrol."

"Yeah. I'll head back to Bludhaven. It was nice seeing you and the squirt, but my city needs me" Dick shrugs. Bruce nods in understanding. It had hurt when Dick decided to leave, but they didn't part on bad terms. Dick just grew up, something Bruce had a hard time accepting at first. Then he met Jason, and it made it a little bit easier to accept that Dick was no longer the little boy from the circus.

The hour passed quickly. Bruce mingled with other socialites and Dick kept Jason out of trouble. He's thankful for that. Soon he's ushering his boys away from a throng of young women, who were flirting with Dick and gushing over Jason. He leads them to the exit, and to the limousine.

Barely ten minutes down the road, Alfred stops the car unexpectedly. Bruce knows there isn't a streetlight or stop sign here. There's no reason for Alfred to stop the vehicle. Bruce leans forward and presses the button for the speaker. "Alfred, what's going on?"

"There is someone standing in the middle of the road Sir, blocking our way," Alfred answers. "He won't move no matter how much I honk."

Bruce looks towards the boys, exchanging confused glances. "Don't worry about it Alfred. I'll take care of it." He then says to Dick and Jason, "Stay here. Dick, make sure Jason stays here."

Jason crosses his arms. "Hey, I don't need a babysitter!"

Bruce just gives him a stern look, and exits the limo. The first thing he sees when he looks over at the person who is blocking their way, is how the person is dressed. They're male, and wearing a black, one piece bodysuit. Frilly sequins adorn the seams, with a long black cape, and some kind of symbol on his chest.

Bruce approaches cautiously, glancing back at the limousine. This person looks like they belong in Arkham. "Can I help you?"

"Bruce Wayne?"

"Yes?"

The man holds up a gun and Bruce stops walking immediately, holding up his hands with his palms facing out. The man says something in a language Bruce has never heard, and two more similarly clad men walk out of the shadows. One wears a green version of the black ensemble, the other man is in all red. The stranger in black barks orders at the two colorfully dressed men

Bruce can only watch in worry as the one in red approaches the driver's side of the limousine and smashes the window. A small sphere is shoved in past the broken glass of the window, and the man presses a button. Smoke comes out of the device, and Bruce can see through the windshield that Alfred falls unconscious. "What did you do?" he demands of the guy in black but there is no response. The man in green walks to the back of the limo, and opens the door with strength Bruce has only seen from Bane. He repeats the action of the man in red, and smoke fills the back, knocking Dick and Jason unconscious as they fight to get out. Bruce turns back to the one in black. "If you hurt them-"

"We did not Bruce Wayne" Before Bruce can comprehend what's going on, the man in green approaches him from behind and shoots some of the smoke onto his face. Bruce flinches backwards and tries to hold his breath, too late. He was caught off guard and Bruce can feel his eyelids getting heavy. "Don't fight it Bruce Wayne. It'll be easier if you just go along with it."

"F-fuck you." He doesn't even remember hitting the ground.

…

Bruce opens his eyes groggily and blinks his heavy eyelids. He's restrained to the wall by his wrists and ankles. He also has some kind of breathing mask on his face, it appears to be pumping, what he can only guess, is oxygen, into him. Bruce doesn't know where he is or what is happening. A low humming sound, accompanied by a jostling that seems to indicate movement, can be heard. He can't quite imagine what he's in because nothing looks familiar.

Bruce looks around the room, trying to blink the fogginess from his vision. Beside him, another person is restrained, and it takes a few seconds for his mind to catch up. His fellow prisoner is none other than a knocked out Lex Luthor himself. This only makes Bruce more confused. Maybe they are being held for ransom. This conclusion didn't fit with the indicators from the man who had stopped the limousine. No, there was something more going on here.

He pulls on the restraints. There is not even a rattle due to the lack of give. Under normal circumstances, he has the skills to escape, but he has no tools. The belt he wears with his BatSuit is not with him. He can't just sit there and do nothing, so Bruce uses his clever brain and begins to think. How is he going to get out of this?

Bruce deliberates for a good minute until the door opens with a swish. Bruce looks in the direction of the sound and watches as two people enter the room. It's two of the three people who had stopped the limousine earlier; the one in black and the one in red.

"Who are you?" He asks, his voice thick and muffled from the mask. They ignore him, and begin to speak in that strange language Bruce heard earlier. They are gesturing to him and Lex along with the restraints. One of them appears angry.

They turn to him and the one in black starts to talk in English. "Hello, we mean you no harm."

"Who are you?" Bruce tries again.

"That is of no concern of yours. What matters is, we need your help."

"I'm not helping you until you tell me if my family is okay, and what the hell is going on," Bruce grits out.

The one who was talking to Bruce turns to his partner, says something in that strange language, and turns back to Bruce. "You will know everything once we return."

"Return?" Bruce says in alarm. "Return where?" But neither answer, they simply ignore him and leave the room. Bruce sags in his restraints, not knowing what to really do. He can't get out of his restraints, or the situation as a whole, he doesn't know what's happening. He hates it.

Alarm shoots through Bruce when he hears a hissing sound. His mask begins to fill with a green gas. He holds his breath, being able to hold it for up to four minutes, but the gas keeps coming and he can't help but breathe it in. His vision starts to go blurry once more and the room starts spinning. Bruce tries to fight it, but the drug that they are giving him is too strong, and he ends up passing out.

…

When Bruce wakes again, he's in a room that looks a lot like a bedroom. Bruce is lying on a bed, dressed in some kind of white gown and with purple frill. Bruce runs a hand down the gown, feeling the texture. He's not sure what material it's made from, it's silky, soft and very comfortable.

Bruce sits up and looks around the room carefully. It's spacious, with white walls and dark grey carpet. The walls are bare, with the exception of a window that seems to be letting in an unusual red glow. It gives everything in the room a crimson hue. The only other furnishing appears to be a wooden desk. At least Bruce is no longer restrained.

He gets up off the bed and walks cautiously towards the window. It's open and letting in a cool breeze. The air smells different. As if it is somehow cleaner, but without the sense of home. Bruce doesn't appear to be on Earth anymore. There are tall buildings looking nothing like the cities he's seen before. Bruce knows he is at the top of one of those buildings because his view drops down steeply. He can see patches of purple on the ground, and grey rocky paths. The most striking thing is the sky. Instead of blue refracting from a yellow sun, there is a red horizon accompanied by a glowing, fiery, crimson star.

Bruce backs away from the window and takes a deep calming breath. Admittedly, he's starting to get extremely worried. All he knows for sure is that he's not on Earth anymore, which means whoever his kidnappers are, they are extraterrestrial. Human looking aliens, but aliens nonetheless. Bruce didn't know such things existed, let alone ones that looked just like him. He's also concerned to know if Alfred, Dick and Jason are all right.

When he hears a click from behind him, he twists around, getting into a defensive stance. Bruce calms, however, when instead of seeing an aggressor, he sees a wide-eyed man poking his head into the room. The man looks curious but wary, looking Bruce up and down.

Bruce takes a hesitant step towards him and the man flinches back. Bruce holds up his hands, palms out. "Hey, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you." The man looks Bruce up and down again and then hesitantly moves a little further past the door, until his shoulders can be seen. "Do you know English?" The man looks at Bruce in confusion. "Okay, do you know any language that is on Earth? French? Spanish maybe? Hell, even Russian or Japanese? Mandarin?"

Half a minute passes without a response and Bruce sighs in defeat. Then the man asks, "Earth?"

Bruce perks up. "Yes, Earth. Any language from there?"

The man warily enters the room completely. He's tall, about an inch or two taller than Bruce, black hair and bright blue eyes. He, too, is wearing a black one piece with white frills. He also has a red cape that drapes in the back and the front of the outfit. Bruce becomes hyper aware of the gown he wears. Why is he the only one clothed in such an outfit? "Know little English."

"Good!" Bruce takes another step and the man backs up again. "It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. My name is Bruce. What's yours?"

"Kal-El."

"Kal-El, it's nice to meet you. Can I call you Kal?"

"That not right, name sounds different from you, ok?"

Bruce raises an eyebrow at the broken English. He did say he only knew a little. Bruce clears his throat and gets to the point. "Do you know what I'm doing here?"

Kal shakes his head. "No, father not tell me."

Bruce is starting to feel frustrated. He can't seem to get answers from anyone and his worry is eating away at him. In frustration, Bruce glances to the window. Maybe he can get a few other answers to some different questions then. "Okay, how about this? Where am I?"

Kal's head tilts. "Do not know?"

"No one has told me anything."

"Father not tell you?" He looks confused now, as if he doesn't believe Bruce. "Not father."

"Well he didn't," Bruce says, hoping that one of those men that he interacted with on what he assumes was a spaceship really was Kal's father. "Can you tell me?"

Kal moves around the door to close it quietly behind him. Bruce starts getting more apprehensive now. He doesn't like that Kal just shut the door and not knowing what he is going to do to him. Except Kal just stands there, still looking a bit scared of Bruce but curious at the same time. Bruce stays where he is standing, not wanting to scare him. "You on planet called Krypton."

"Krypton?" Bruce has never heard of it. "And how far away from Earth is it?"

"Your measures?" Bruce nods and Kal looks up in thought, calculating in his head. "Twenty-seven point one light years."

Bruce balks. "What?"

"Twenty-seven point-"

Bruce waves his hand to stop Kal from talking. "No no, I didn't actually want you to repeat what you said I'm just… surprised, that's all."

"Surprised?"

"As in, not expecting that answer. That's… that's a long way away from Earth, Kal."

"Is it?"

Bruce nods. "Yes, it is." He then pinches the bridge of his nose. He and Lex are in deep trouble. "And you are?"

Kal looks confused again. "I tell you. I Kal-El."

Bruce, with his teeth clenched and eyes shut in frustration, says as calmly as possible. "I meant species. What species are you?" He looks up at Kal. "For example, I'm a human."

Kal perks. "You human? Me wanting to meet human." He then smiles warily, looking down as if he's shy. "Me, no not right, I Kryptahnium or as English, Kryptonian"

"From Krypton… right. And the language?"

"Kryptahniuo or Kryptonian," Kal says with another shy smile.

The way Kal says the words catches Bruce's attention and he comments on it. "Why is it two different ways of saying it in Kryptonian but not English?" Kal just shrugs, still smiling. "Okay, and the red sun?"

"What about?"

"I come from a planet that has a yellow sun. Why isn't your red sun affecting me?"

Kal shrugs again. "Put you process, aba… arda.. adapt to sun, and.. atmosphere?"

Bruce nods, realizing that must have happened when he was still knocked out. He doesn't exactly like that fact, but at least he doesn't have to wear some type of protected suit. He then notices Kal is still smiling. "Why are you smiling?"

"Question you arks, mm ask, amusing." Kal chuckles. "me is, I is, I find amusing"

Bruce nods again, not really finding any of this amusing whatsoever. Annoyance quickly rises in him. "I'm glad you find this so funny and entertaining. Me, on the other hand, doesn't find it particularly amusing considering I was the one kidnapped and brought twenty-seven point one light years away from my home planet."

By now Kal's smile has disappeared. "Kidnapped?"

"Taken against my will."

Kal straightens, shaking his head. "No, father would take with, with permission. Never against will."

"Well he did, Kal."

"No," Kal says sharply, looking hurt. "You lie."

Before Bruce can tell him otherwise, Kal is through the door and gone. Bruce, taking the opportunity, walks up to the door and tries to open it. It's not locked but as he steps out, a big man steps in front of him. Speaking in that alien language, Bruce is shoved back into the room. The door shuts with a slam and he can hear the click of a lock.

Bruce sighs.