Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Clark/Bruce (Clark does not appear in this chapter), Dick, Ollie/Dinah, Roy, Melody, Lex/Jamie, Lionel Luthor
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. A Great Trial crashes down upon the House Of Wayne. Can Bruce and Clark’s relationship survive? Will the Family’s strength be enough to see them through this Time of Fear and Darkness? The entire series can be found here.
Genres: AU, Drama, Slavefic
Rating: (this chapter): PG-13
Summary: While Batman rages through Gotham, Lex tries to find Clark.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): October 23, 2008
Date Of Posting: October 6, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1379
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
With his loving care,
His spirit is my spirit
My body is his body,
We are One.
King Jolan’s Ja’Zel
"Jewel In The Crown"
The criminals fled the Batman in terror. He raged through Gotham, beating up anyone who even looked at him askance. He demanded information on the city’s highest-profile case, the Prince’s stolen Prize.
Through it all, the bright Robin remained at his side, solemnity dampening his brightness, but he never left Batman and tempered the Dark Knight’s anger.
By the end of the evening, Bruce was nearly shattered. He was blind with fear and worry, and Dick couldn’t blame him.
Time was running out, because the longer it passed, the harder it would be to find Clark, and the more likely it would be that Clark would suffer.
Dick understood. He was young, but he had heard his parents described as pieces of meat by the men waiting their turn in the special circus tent, and had heard other things spoken of crudely. He knew what could be happening to Clark right now.
Bruce would die a little every day if Clark was lost to them forever.
Oh, Clark, where are you?
Depressed, Batman and Robin returned to the Batcave.
Black Canary, Green Arrow and Speedy arrived soon after. Their grim looks told Bruce and Dick all they needed to know.
“We must be missing something,” Bruce growled. “Let’s go over it again.”
The Arrows took seats but Dick was too restless to sit. He stood by the computer as Bruce paced, his cowl pushed back.
Melody crept down the stairs and made herself invisible in the shadows. Dick surmised sadly that she’d had plenty of practice before joining the Queen Household in that particular art
“Clark, Dick and I were in Gotham in the downtown area. Dick was beside me and Clark right behind me when I stopped to talk to Cordelia Standish.” Bruce’s eyes were distant as he remembered that awful day. “Then shooting started and we hit the dirt. By the time it was all over, Clark was gone.” Bruce rubbed his face. “No one saw anything.”
Dick felt his stomach tense. How could a man just disappear without a trace?
Bruce’s pace became more frenetic. Dick sympathized. He felt like running through the Cave, screaming at the top of his lungs.
But of course, Batman’s partner could not do that.
Nor could Bruce Wayne’s slave.
He felt the urge to pray but discarded it. A deity who could allow the sufferings of so many in this world was not one he wished to pray to. Better to put his faith in people like the ones in this Cave.
We’ll find you, Clark. We’ll never give up trying until we do.
The bats squeaked up high up in the rafters as gloom settled over the Cave.
Lex frowned as he studied the reports in front of his desk. Sighing, he shoved them away and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
Guess Bruce’s situation has me more shaken up than I thought.
Of course the kidnapping was all over the news, and Lex shivered. He didn’t want to think what was happening to Clark right now.
He had set his people on the case but nothing had turned up. He wasn’t going to ease up until Clark was found.
The soft voice brought his head up. “Ah, Jamie.” He smiled as his slave entered the study. “What is it, Precious?”
Jamie smiled shyly. “Cook asked me if you would like French or Italian tonight.”
“Hmm, why don’t you choose?”
Jamie’s smile grew radiant. “Italian?”
“Sounds fine to me.”
Jamie hurried off to inform Cook.
Lex thought of Jamie missing and shuddered. The delicate beauty of his pleasure slave attracted the rapacious.
Vulnerability was lethal for a slave.
“Good morning, son.”
“Hello, Dad. When did you get in?”
“Late last night.” Lionel tossed his folio on the desk. “How are you doing here?”
“Good. The Rigellian deal is in the works and going smoothly.”
“Excellent.” Lionel sat down in the chair in front of the desk. “I hear your old buddy lost a slave.”
“Yes.” Lex picked up a stylus and began twirling it. “Looks like professional slavers took him.”
“Slave-stealers,” Lionel corrected. “Slavers are licensed.”
“Well, whatever the case, Bruce’s Prize is gone.”
“I fear that even if Bruce gets his Pretty back, he’ll be damaged goods.”
Lex’s stomach tightened. “You’re probably right.”
“Hmph, Edmund Caldwell is probably delighted no end. He despises Bruce.”
“I’ve been meaning to ask you why that is, Dad.”
Lionel waved his hand. “He’s envious of Bruce’s princely status. The Caldwells arrived on the ship that brought the first settlers to Gotham along with the Waynes. Down through the centuries the Waynes assumed the premier prominence.” Lionel grinned. “Edmund, of course, goes crazy at the thought.”
Lex smirked. “I can imagine.”
“Yes, well, Bruce would do well to stay out of Edmund’s way. He’s a sadistic old bastard.”
Lex shuddered. “His mistreatment of slaves is legendary.”
“Have they investigated Edmund on this?”
“He’s been out off-world for two weeks. There’s no evidence or even a hint of it that he’s involved.”
Lionel looked thoughtful. “I practice sadomasochism, as you well know, Lex, but have you noticed that I use free partners for more exotic play? Or specially-chosen slaves?”
Lex frowned. “Now that you mention it…”
Lionel smiled. “Sadomasochism with slaves if just torture, unless the slaves are selected and trained via the Jovaran Method.”
Lionel nodded, steepling his fingers as he sat back and crossed his legs. “The Jovarans identify those slaves in adolescence who show inclinations to liking sadomasochism. They are specially-trained so that by the time they’re of age, they’re ready to serve.”
Lionel laughed. “The Jovarans aren’t like us when it comes to their slaves, son. They don’t degrade and humiliate them for the hell of it. They actually respect the manacled to some degree, especially the pleasure slaves.
“Did you know that Jovaran pleasure slaves are always educated? They are expected to converse intelligently with their Masters and Mistresses, to cultivate talents such as writing, painting, singing...sort of like courtesans used to do here on Earth.”
“But they still keep them in bondage.”
“They do.” Lionel smiled. “Like us, they can be ambivalent. They expect their slaves to be obedient and to serve, but the slaves have a far wider range of freedoms that only certain Masters allow here.”
“So do we have a lot of slaves trained in this method?”
“No. That’s why it’s so rare to get a slave trained in BDSM. I find BDSM with slaves not trained properly to be too much of giving up power.”
“So you don’t like them having the safeword, eh?”
Lionel laughed. “Slaves don’t have a safeword usually, but the trained ones know how to let a Master know if they’ve gone too far.”
“So let me get this straight: trained BDSM slaves get as much pleasure out of the relationship as the Masters?”
Lionel nodded. “The Abos would say that isn’t true; the slaves have no choice, but it’s not about choice, it’s about inclination. There are freemen who enjoy bondage, playing slave for a weekend. It’s a part of them. Same for certain slaves.”
“Yes, well, men like Edmund Caldwell don’t care for the niceties or subtleties. They just like to cause pain, not pleasure.” Lionel looked at Lex shrewdly. “So your people haven’t turned up anything?”
You know me well, Dad.
Lex shook his head.
“A pity.” Lionel rose from his chair. “Bruce is good people. I hate to see him hurt, or his slave.”
“I learn something new about you every day, Dad.”
Lionel chuckled. “Good to know, son.”
Lex watched his father leave the study. He truly was a complex man.
Lex looked up to see his beautiful Prize standing in the doorway.
“Would you like a snack?”
Lex smiled warmly. “Yes, thank you. How about some of Cook’s peanut butter cookies?”
Jamie smiled. “Coming right up.”
Lex was awfully lucky. Bruce had given him a great gift.
He wouldn’t rest until Clark was found.