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It was a beautiful sun set. The light dances between the buildings of the palace making it look like it was ablaze with the red light of the setting star. Jon smiled at it looking out of his window. It had been two years since they came to earth. Two years of near endless fighting to subdue this planet, but as dad said they were so close to victory.
The human’s had put up a fight of course. Their best ‘heroes’ had all tried and failed to take them out. But one by one they had all fallen and now all that remained was The Bat and his small army of followers. But his dad said they would be dead soon.
Jon would be happy once it was over and he could start his rule over his first planet. It was a gift his dad had said. He deserved this planet. He was half human after all so this meant he was off this planet and still better than anyone who was currently incharge. He could beat any of them in a fight. He could run faster, punch hard, fly over their heads and break their necks. This was why he deserved to rule them. Or that is what his dad had said.
They would be better off with him being in charge anyway. He saw the mess they made. In fighting over petty differences. Polluting their own world. He would make it better in his image. This planet would have a God and it would be greater because of him. Or so his dad had said.
He smiled. He just thought it was all so beautiful here. The earth felt like home, the air felt right, the ground was so strong under his feet, he wanted to keep this perfection.
He looked down into the courtyard in time to see his dad flanked by two guards dragging someone in. The person was bleeding and looked unconscious. He was dressed in black and grey and there seemed to be a sword tied to his back. Jon jumped out the window landing in front of his dad.
“Hello dad.” He smiled, “New prisoner?” He looked around to see the person was a young man.
“Hello Jon-El,” Kal-El smiled back, “Yes caught this one lurking around the edges of the compound. But more interesting,” he held up a small pin. It had the bat insignia on it. “This isn’t just some normal spy. This is one of the Bats lieutenants. I think he may even be one of his family.” Kal smiled even more.
“Oh wow.” Jon looked at the man again, he looked strong though he had a small frame.
“Jon please escort him to the cells, remove his weapons and armor and check for any hidden weapons. I think this one will be useful. Call me when he is secure in the cell.”
“Yes dad.” Jon nodded and gestured for the guards to follow him with the prisoner.
He ensured that the prisoner was thoroughly searched noting as he did the strong muscles and scars crossing the man’s tanned skin. He tried to not look too closely at his body and focus on the matter at hand. He found four more weapons, mostly blades but one taser weapon as well.
Afterwards he handed all the weapons over to the guards telling them to dispose of them. He put a chain around the man’s ankles and wrists and secured the chains to the walls, before sending word to his dad.
“Dad.” Jon bowed as Kal-El entered the cell. He brought another one of their group Kon-El with him. He was holding a camera.
“Excellent Job Jon.” Kal-El said, “Wake him up.”
The guards used a cattle prod and shocked the man. He screamed, eyes shooting open. He tried to jump to his feet but couldn’t. He started to look frantically around straining at the restraints. Before settling on the three of them.
“Hello there human.” Kal said, walking forward. “I am Kal-El the conqueror of worlds. I believe you are one of The Bats minions.” He stopped a few feet away from him. “You will tell me where he is.”
The man looked up at Kal meeting his eyes before spitting at him. The spit landed on Kal’s shirt. He looked down at it before turning his eyes back to the man. “That was a mistake.” Kon-El turned on the camera just as Kal struck the man in the face. Jon heard the crack as his nose was broken. He saw the blood start to run from his face and the man spit more blood out onto the floor. But he keeps Kal’s gaze.
“Who are you?”
The man remained silent.
“Why were you spying on us? What did you hope to find?”
Nothing.
Kal stuck him again, this time in the side. The man tried to double over but the chains held him upright. He groaned out a word in a language Jon couldn’t understand.
“Oh so you can speak.” Kal lent down grabbing the man’s face, “Tell me where he is.”
“G--goo” The man stuttered and Kal let his face go to allow him to speak more freely, “Go fuck yourself.” The man spat again the bloody spit landing on Kal’s check this time.
Kal sighed, wiping the spit away. “Well if you're going to use that sort of language.” He activated his heat vision. He shot a beam through the man's carf. He screamed in pain, straining at the bindings.
Jon felt sick, but did not look away; he knew he would be punished if he did. He watched as his dad beat the man and screamed in his face. But he never broke, he only ever replied with swears or silence.
After a few more minutes he passed out.
Kal turned back to the camera being held by Kon. “Bat. I hope this shows you how serious I am. I will not kill him.” He pointed to the man. “If you give yourself up. End this war and your ally will live. Continue and he will feel more pain than this. I can assure you.”
Kon ended the recording.
“Send that out across the planet. I want him to see it.”
“Yes sir.” Kon bowed and left the cell.
“Jon.”
Jon stood up tall and met his dad's eyes.
“I want you to take charge of watching the prisoner. I want you to get any information out of him you can.”
“Yes dad.”
“I don't think torure will work on this one.” He looked over at the man slumped and bleeding. “So you will have to be creative. I trust you to not fail me though.”
“I promise you dad I will succeed.”
“Good.” He turned and left. Leaving Jon alone with the prisoner. His prisoner.
Jon looked around the cell. A bed, a sink and a toilet. Not much luxury here. He called for a basin of water and some rags.
He released his arm restraints and laid his body on the bed. He patched up the prisoners wounds so he wouldn’t bleed out. Resetting his nose as well.
After some more time he ordered for clean clothes to be brought and some food. He set them down on the floor.
He waited.
An hour went by and he heard the man move.
“You're awake.”
The man slowly sat up. Groaning as he pulled himself into a sitting position.
“I dressed your wounds and reset your nose.” Jon said, walking over and offering the food. The man did not move.
“I am your jailure here.” Jon tried to make his voice sound stern. He isn’t sure it worked with the wobble in it, “My name is Jon-El. Son of Kal-El. I am the future ruler of this planet.”
The man did not move. His eyes stayed fixed on his. They were a deep green like emeralds.
“You should eat. I will not be bringing more food.”
“I can not eat that.” The man said. The sound court Jon by surprise. His voice sounded horse. “I do not eat meat.” He looked at the bowl of soup. It had bones and other animal off cuts in it.
“Umm.” Jon was at a loss. “I can see what I can do.”
He left the cell and ordered more food without meat.
He went back into the cell. The man looked confused at him.
After a few minutes more food was brought this time of a vegetable broth.
Jon walked over and offered it to the prisoner. He took it slowly.
“I have given you food and told you my name.” Jon again tried his best to be stern, “What is yours?”
The man ate some of the food tasting it carefully. He looked pleased and then turned his face up at him. “My name is Damian. It is nice to meet you Jon-El.” Venom dripped from every word.