Justice League Porn Story: The Enemy of My Enemy Chapter 22

The Enemy of My Enemy

By: Rachyzord

[ Rated PG-14 for adult themes and violence ]

C H A P T E R . T W E N T Y – T W O

He led her to the car and got in next to her, starting the engine and heading for his manor. He was smiling and complimenting her the entire trip, and Diana couldn’t get enough of it. Upon their arrival, he dismissed all the staff and pulled out a bottle of champagne. He filled to glasses and handed her one, clinking it with his. “To success” he said with a grin.

They talked and laughed and planned during the course of the next two bottles. At the end of the second, Lex turned to her and requested she get another one. She moved to the liquor cabinet and turned around to find herself face to face with him. He gripped her arms firmly and stared at her.

“Lex, what are you doing?”

“I must have you Diana. Right now. To show you how grateful I am for your help.”

Her eyes widened. She had never seen this side of him, and she wasn’t sure that she particularly liked it. She shook from his grasp and backed up a step.

“That’s not a good idea Lex. We should keep this professional.”

He advanced on her and grabbed her again, his grip even stronger. “I wasn’t giving you a choice.”

He moved in but she swung her free hand hard, connecting the champagne bottle solidly with the side of his head. He staggered back and came for her again. She stepped into a massive kick, driving him through the wall of his den and into the dining room. She moved over to investigate when he started to get up. Her eyes widened again and she kicked him back down again, bursting from the manor and taking to the sky. She headed for an abandoned field and grabbed her communicator. “Wonder Woman to Watchtower. One for transport immediately!”

Bruce had teleported to the Watchtower after the press conference. He was still reeling from the information given to him. Was it entirely possible? He thought it was, and with Diana as the face of it, LexCorp was bound to take the world by storm with it’s alternative fuel source. He reclined in the cafeteria, nursing his coffee.

Clark set the cup of hot coffee down on the conference room table and then sat down opposite her. What happened?

Diana took the cup gratefully and sipped it, holding it between her hands as she hunched over her knees in the chair. I don’t quite know. One minute we were at the Press Conference for the fuel. Did you see it? she asked quietly and looked up.

He nodded.

Ah, ok. she looked back at her cup Lex said we should celebrate and so we went home. He dismissed his staff and we started planning and drinking. Then he…followed me to get another bottle of champagne.

“You mean he…”

Diana sighed hard and stared into her cup for a moment until it snapped, spilling it’s contents all over and she jumped, surprised by the action.

“Diana, are you alright? He didn’t hurt you did he?” Clark reached out and put his hand over hers.

“He didn’t injure me, I doubt he could. To answer your question, he tried. That’s why I came here.” she shook the liquid off her hand and let the pieces of the crushed cup fall to the ground.

Clark began to shake. “That son of a bitch.”

“I need to go for a walk.” Diana stood. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

She didn’t wait for him to reply, still too jumpy from what happened and didn’t happen. It was the first time she’d even had a close call like that in her life.

Clark gave her a nod. As soon as she was out the door, he moved back into the cafeteria and found Bruce. “We have a serious problem.”

“I’ll say we do. You’re interrupting my coffee.”

Clark bent over the table and knocked the coffee cup away “I just teleported Diana aboard. We were right about Luthor.”

“Diana’s here? What the hell do you mean we were right about Luthor?”

“He took her home after the release and assaulted her, or tried.” Clark said with anger.

Bruce stared a burning hole through Clark. “He what?”

“He tried to get her drunk and rape her.”

He stood up. “Where is she?”

Clark looked up at him. “She needed a walk. Probably to one of the viewing windows.”

“No one does anything until you hear from me” he growled, moving out of the cafeteria.

Diana stopped at one of the large viewing windows and stared out it. Almost by feeling alone she sensed him. She turned and looked at him for a second and then back out the window. “Bruce.”

“Are you alright?”

“I suppose so. It was a close call and nothing more.”

He stayed where he was. “It was more than that. You trusted him and he tried to…”

Diana looked down at her torn blouse and bare feet and then stiffened, letting her warrior’s pride conceal her pain “But he didn’t.”

He moved forward and wrapped his arms around her, drawing her close to his chest. She tensed for a moment and then allowed him, wrapping her own arms around him and holding him tightly. Now that he was close he could feel the small tremors of her body.

“You’re safe Diana. And he won’t get away with it.”

She nodded against his chest, inhaling his comforting scent.

“Come with me. I’m taking you to the manor.” He led her toward the teleporter. He touched the com. “Superman and Flash, meet me at Wayne Manor in five minutes. Bring the Javelin.”

Diana let him teleport them to the Manor and settle her in a bedroom. Her nerves were finally calming down and the adrenaline tapered off and now she just wanted to rest for a while.

“You’ll be safe here Diana. Alfred is here if you need anything. I’ll be back soon.” Bruce said quietly. Then he was gone.

He went downstairs and passed Alfred. “Diana’s upstairs and needs rest Alfred. Please don’t let her leave until I return.” He exited the manor as the Javelin touched down in the rear. He climbed aboard and looked at Clark. “We’re going to Luthor’s.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Clark looked over at him as he piloted.

Bruce stared back with a gaze that could’ve melted a steel door. “There are times to mess with me Clark. This is not one of them. Fly.”

“I think I’m missing something.” Flash said, looking between the two.

“Luthor tried to rape Diana” Bruce said, not taking his eyes off Clark. “We’re going to pay him a little visit.”

Clark flew the Javelin to Luthor’s mansion against his better judgment. Bruce was concealing his anger well and he had no idea what the other man intended to do. But if he didn’t take Bruce and provide some limits and supervision, Bruce would just go on his own without anyone there to make sure he didn’t kill Luthor in a rage.

They touched down and got out, standing in front of Luthor’s manor. Bruce turned to Flash. “You’re here in case he tries to escape.” He turned to Clark. “You’re here to stop me. But use your discretion, when you think it’s been enough, give me five more minutes.”

The Man of Steel grimaced a little and crossed his arms over his chest. Flash narrowed his eyes, feeling the rage within himself as well as he moved to keep an eye on the house.

Bruce walked to the door. “Clark, get the door.”

Clark hesitated but put his shoulder through the door. Bruce walked by him into the manor. “Luthor! Get out here now!”

Luthor strode out, still wearing the suit from the press release. “Well well…can’t say that I’m surprised.”

Bruce walked towards him. “You made a very big mistake.” Before Luthor could open his mouth, Bruce connected a right hook, sending him stumbling back as his nose began to gush blood. Luthor touched his nose and stood up straight with a grin, coming forward towards Batman. He caught the next punch and squeezed Batman’s fist in his own until it began to make popping sounds.

Bruce’s eyes narrowed. Luthor didn’t have the power to do this. He reached down and grabbed a batarang, raking it down across Luthor’s face.

Angrily, Luthor tossed him aside “I had hoped to transfer myself into the Amazon host before this, but it seems my plans have changed.”

“Who the hell are you?” Batman asked.

Clark stepped forward. “Brainiac.”