An: Why do I do this to myself? Another plotbunny that won't go away. It's AU- there aren't any Superheroes, but there are powers (even if I limit them a bit.).

Triggers: Dub-con/non-con/ underage/malexmale ect.

Disclaimers: I only own the plot. Obviously.

In the clear blue waters, he stares up at the light coming through from above. It would be useless to try and swim towards it. After all, the latch is locked and won't be open until feeding time.

Instead, the brown skinned young man turns his head towards the glass plane on the other side where people- men mostly- walk by slowly, observing him with interest.

At this point, he has learned to school his features to a blank empty mask. As long as they do not touch him, he could maintain this.

When he was younger, he used to swim around and around this godsforsaken tank looking for a way out.

Not any more, of course. He's older now. Smarter than that. But it still doesn't stop the feeling buried underneath of wanting to get out. Of wanting to return to the boundless sea again.

He wants to-

Wonderful. A black haired man with his black haired son stops in front of the tank again. He isn't surprised. Sometimes these strange men do that. These people- land dwellers- are a strange lot like that. Always coming and taking things that don't belong to them.

He misses his home. He misses his family.

He knows he'll never see it again.

Kaldur'ahm- Prince Kaldur'ahm- resigns to this fate as the two walks off.

The surprise came when he wakes up suddenly, but he can't see and it's disturbingly dry where he is. Wherever he is, he could hear something moving in the darkness and tenses, even though he feels sluggish and impossibly tired.

"So," a young voice- male but the age is hard to tell- "Didn't I tell you they have a great selection of pets?"

Then the blindfold is lifted and Kaldur felt the light assault his eyes for a moment until he closes them tightly. He felt the touch of a hand on his cheek-it's small. Well at least smaller than his own. " He's pretty exotic. I heard he might even be from Atlantis."

"Right." The older male voice said with a hint of sarcasm. "Why don't you go play with your own pet, Dick. After all, this one is mine."

"Aw but Bruce-" Dick sounds like he's pouting.

Kaldur ventures to look again, blinking rabidly to get his eyes accustomed to this. He could make out the boy- Dick- who is surprisingly young and short. He is indeed pouting at this Bruce before heaving a sigh.

"Fine, but remember to read the pet-manual." Dick leaves striding off to the door, "I think I'll take Wally for a walk."

When the door closes, Kaldur looks up at the man that is his owner. Dark haired man with dark eyes, strong chin, not exactly a push over either. In fact everything about the man says he's strong and able to do about anything he wants.

Kaldur clamps down on the ball of fear he tries to keep hidden, but it's hard when his fingers keep trembling ever so finely. He doesn't need to guess what this man will do to him. He's had plenty of time to allow his imagination to get the better of him and this is no different.

"What's your name?"

Even the man's voice spoke of power. As if he's never been denied anything in his life.

Kaldur thinks this is highly likely given...well..

"I asked you a question."

He tilts his head slightly, watching him in stony silence. He wouldn't give him anything. However, he wonders if he did this, what else would this man do? After all...

"I could name you."

Kaldur's eyes cut back to him, his lips are dry and he's so thirsty. He doesn't want to give this man anything -but what would that get him? He needs to know more. He needs a plan.

He should play along.

"Kaldur'ahm." He answers quietly, still looking from the man to the room.

Bruce raises a brow at this, "Says here you're from Atlantis?" He smiles slightly, "I thought such a thing was a myth. Tell me- are there more of you there?"

"I did not tell those villains where or what Atlantis is." Kaldur grits his teeth, bearing them at him. "What makes you think I will tell you?"

"I'm simply curious." He smiles slightly. Cute. This pet isn't broken. Maybe that would provide some entertainment until he got bored. "My name is Bruce Wayne-"

"What does it matter what your name is or if you tell me or not?" Kaldur looks away, "You will wish for me to call you 'master' all the same."

Bruce can't help but grin a little. Breaking him would be a pleasure. "Actually, you can call me Bruce. I get enough of that from the other pets and servants around here."

Kaldur tries to resist snorting at that. Figures, what man like this wouldn't have several of all these?

"Why would you need me then? You have enough to play with."

"You have quite a tongue on you." Bruce walks over to where Kaldur was kneeling-the Atlantean was dressed only in a shirt and pants. Before, Bruce had seen every inch of him in that tank. Beautifully nude and elegant. Something exotic.. He's still surprised he's gotten such a good deal on this kind of rare fine.

He runs his hand along those high cheekbones until Kaldur moves his head away from his touch. Bruce notices other things about this boy. He had gills and webbed hands and feet.

But the most fascinating thing is the tattoo the ran from one arm across the back of his shoulders where it dips at the spine and then to the other arm. On his hands it looks like a childish-or perhaps a caveman's rendering of an eel or a snake.

He finds that interesting enough as his hand wanders down to the dark skinned teen's throat. Gliding along the gills. Beautiful, yes and apparently sensitive because he hears Kaldur gasp softly at the touch.

The seller had said that he was a prince- seeing the clothes he had been captured in- and that he had remained untouched because he kept shocking others.

That was what really interested Bruce.

An untouchable prince.

An untouchable defiant prince at that.

He stares at him for a long moment, catching the prince's eyes-they were beautiful in color. The color of an oncoming storm at sea.- tilting his chin up more. He runs a thumb along the lower half of those sexy plump lips and imagines exactly what kinds of things could be done with lips like those.

Kaldur's spellbound for a solid moment, he doesn't quite understand his reaction to this land-dweller-this Bruce Wayne. He's more arrogant than Garth had been when they were boys.

Still, it doesn't help that he feels something spark- an aching..a longing and the feel of his thumb against his lips made him want to..

He bites him.

Bruce doesn't even draw back, but instead smirks at the Atlantean teen until he lets go. Looks like he needs to train him.

But first-

Bruce walks away from him, leaving Kaldur somewhat dumbfounded at this reaction. Normally they would hit him or something until he shocks them-he can't exactly completely control that- and gets sent back by his owners' family.

But this man is different. He just doesn't understand how.

"Alfred, have a room prepared for our latest pet." Bruce says into an intercom on the desk, "And tell Dick to be more discreet when playing with his pets. I do not feel like paying off Kent or Lane again."