“I would never hurt anyone,” Superman said. “I just want to help. Please, what can I do to get you to trust me?”
His eyes were bright and pleading. It only strengthened Batman’s resolve more to make the impossibly strong creature prove his peacefulness.
Superman raised an eyebrow. “Kneel?”
“Yes. The biggest threat to my city and this planet is pride. The pride of those who think they can conquer. Who are too blinded by their own power they forget we’re bound to help others. Pride—“
He stopped. There was no need to say more. Superman had gently lowered himself to his knees on the rooftop pavement.
There was a slight blush on his cheekbones, but other than that, he appeared perfectly fine. Not enraged or humiliated. But not quite humbled, either.
Batman crossed his arms. To truly ensure he wasn’t a threat. Superman needed to be pushed. He had to see what would make him give into his power.
Batman snapped and pointed to his feet. “Crawl.”
The alien balked. “You’re joking.”
“If you do not think yourself king of this world, you will get on your hands and knees and crawl to me.”
Superman rolled his eyes. But he placed his palms on the ground.
The movement was striking enough to briefly distract Batman from his mission. The superhuman was more gorgeous than he had every right to be below him, with the wind catching his cape.
Superman kept his eyes to the ground while he covered the distance, but sat up on his knees and raised his gaze to Batman’s when he arrived at his feet. His cheeks were fully flushed now, and he was panting, just the slightest bit. But why would he be panting? Batman had seen him perform incredible feats without flinching. Was this him containing his anger?
Superman made the slightest adjustment to his lower half, and that’s when Batman realized just how wrong he was.
“Your suit seems tighter than it was a moment ago.”
“Shut up,” Superman grumbled.
“I never would have guessed.” Batman planted a hand in the Kryptonian’s hair. Superman did not, as Batman anticipated, grab his arm and break it. No. Superman let out a soft gasp. His eyes widened, but not in anger or fear.
Now that he was here, surrendering underneath him, Batman could lower his guard enough to appreciate how beautiful he was.
“Have I done enough to prove myself to you?” Superman’s tone was different, deeper, nearly desperate.
“There is one more thing you can do. If you wish.” Bruce let go of his hair. “Otherwise, yes. You may go.”
He waited for him to fly off, to hear the swoop of him gone in a millisecond. Instead, Superman put his hands behind his back and waited obediently.
Batman buried his hand back into his hair and used the other to free himself from his pants and utility belt. Superman didn’t fight back, didn’t flee, didn’t shout. He stared at Batman in disbelief.
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