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Celestial Sensations	By : FireCracker Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 3371 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER TWO: THE POWER OF HONEY

A week later.
Batman patrolled the Crime Alley district for the third time. It had been a relatively quiet night for a change. A purse snatching and bike theft, nothing major. He’d been listening off and on to Tim’s commlink. His statuesque form posed at a familiar location, the Gundersein Building on 32^nd avenue. Perched among stone gargoyles, a huge black cape fluttered in the wind.
Idly, Bruce noted the change in humidity and temperature. The moon eventually clouded over. Intermittent lighting flashes illuminated the sky. Wind gusts were becoming more noticeable and gained intensity.
I’ll stay at this location for a few more minutes. If nothing develops, might as well head back. Tim can handle things on the west side if there’s trouble.
Bruce breathed deeply, inhaling increasingly humid air. A vague floral scent wafted across his nose. It was intoxicating and distracting at the same time. Odd. There are no blooms anywhere near this rooftop. Floating petals or spores, perhaps. Spring is always strange in Gotham.
Hands sheathed in Kevlar wrapped the huge cape tightly against an armored chest. The weather reports were accurate about a storm this night. Wind’s getting crazy.
Thoughts drifted in the quiet night. Bruce marveled at how calm he had been the past few days. Patrol always brought out a coiled tension, a need for the sudden release of physicality and violence. Not this time.
Is my focus off? Or am I in some fugue state because of Damian’s death? Feel like I’m drifting, in a fog. It’s as if I could leave as easily as stay on patrol. Where is my anger, where is my rage?
And then he felt it. Something on the edges of his consciousness and psyche. Scratching at the base of his brain.
The Bat barely turned. “I know someone’s there. Come out now. I’ll only say it once.”
Silence, save for the wind. A thick arm raised, batarang in hand.
“Apparently you didn’t hear me. Your final chance.”
“A strange greeting for a friend.” A familiar and smooth voice sounded nearby. Batman whirled to see dark mists coalescing into a shape. A shape that bloomed into an imposing form.
“Phantom Stranger!”
“Greetings, Batman. You seem hale this night.”
The Bat tucked away his weapon. “Curious is more like it. What brings you here?”
“Forget our conversation so soon?”
“I forget nothing, and this isn’t the time.” Batman was annoyed. “I’m working, and don’t have time for distractions.”
The Stranger gestured grandly. “Ah, but you do. There’s nothing but time at the moment.”
“Stranger-“
“Look there.” The immortal pointed at the streets below. Batman edged to his side, peering down. People were frozen in position everywhere. Even the streetlights and traffic were motionless, along with debris stirred by the wind.
“What have you done!”
“Stopped time briefly so we can talk.”
“About what? There’s clearly no calamity. You’ve done all this just to get my attention?”
“That, and more.” The Stranger observed his work.
Batman shook his head impatiently. “As I said before, I’m grateful to you for allowing me to see Damian. But gratitude isn’t a basis for a relationship. At least not for me!”
“I thought you weren’t interested in men.”
“You confound me, Stranger. And don’t twist my words.”
“Never.”
“Doing favors won’t get me in bed, regardless.” The Bat glared defiantly.
He reminds me of Alexander. “Nor have I any need for such tactics. Have you forgotten who you’re talking to?”
“I’ll concede that. I’m not trying to offend you in any way, but-“
“You have no interest.” The Stranger cocked his head. “None at all?”
“You don’t know me. Why are you insisting on-“
“I must remind you that I know whatever I need to know. If I seem abrupt, it is simply because I tend to be direct like you.”
“I still say you don’t know enough about me to make assumptions.”
“I know about your relationship with Superman. And with one of your protégés.”
Bruce flared in anger. “You watched me?! How else would-“
The Stranger held up a hand. “Complexity. But I also know you don’t love lightly or easily. Nor do I.”
“This is insane.” Bruce said finally, leaning against the ledge once more. “Please go. This conversation is getting more bizarre by the moment.”
“My abilities allow me to cut through the formal introduction and dating phase. Believe me when I say I know everything about you.” The immortal explained. “But my offer stands. Come to me, Bruce. I will give you endless nights of pleasure and love.”
“You’ve gone mad.” The Bat glanced back at him. That scent in the air again. What in God’s name??
The Stranger made a grand gesture. “I’ve been rude, approaching you this way. A potential lover should be more romantic.” He lifted his fedora away.
Bruce could only stare, dumbfounded. He’d never seen the Stranger without his hat. The man was…beautiful, in an unearthly way. A thick mane of wavy white hair sparkled as if lit from within. Determining ethnicity was impossible for such a being, but Bruce guessed roman or vaguely Arabic. The lightly bronzed complexion made a unique contrast against glowing eyes and arched brows. He was the most exotic looking man Bruce had ever seen.
The Stranger smiled, showing brilliant white teeth. Bruce was fazed for the first time in his life. No words would come immediately.
“Batman? Are you well?” Ah. He likes what he sees.
“Of course!” Bruce found his voice. “I’m just…not used to seeing you without your hat.”
The Stranger approached, without appearing to move. “May we have dinner sometime? There is a lovely restaurant in Carslile I’d love to take you to.”
“I still can’t believe this.” Bruce stood his ground. “The guardian of the universe is hitting on me. It must be weird week.”
“There is weird, and there is freaky.” The Stranger stated oddly, startling Bruce. Wolf blue eyes fixed on the immortal.
“It should prove interesting, at least.”
“Then we have a date?”
“Ah, yes. What’s the name of the restaurant?”
“Sweet Peppers. They have the best rack of lamb you’ll ever taste.”
The Bat inclined his head. “Sounds good. Do we meet there, or-“
“I will find you. Saturday, around eight?”
“Yes.” Bruce sniffed the air. “Stranger, do you notice something odd?”
Blazing eyes flickered. “Not at all.”
“I smell a fragrance, like fruit and musk, slightly spicy. Do you wear cologne?”
“No.”
“More strangeness. I’ve been getting this scent off and on the past few days. What could it be? We’re standing on an asphalt roof top.”
“Perhaps blossoms tossed by the wind. Humid air tends to carry flora long distances.” The Stranger moved in close, eyes blazing. “I look forward to our date.”
Bruce involuntarily edged back. “Stranger-“
And the Stranger was there, in his arms. Kissing him with impossibly soft lips. Inhuman…
Bruce eased into the embrace without thinking, feeling solid muscle under the flowing cape. Hard and soft…
My God. He’s so…
There was no coherent thought beyond the moment. Sweet spice filled his nostrils with intoxicating fragrance and heat. Dizzying, indescribable sensation fogged his brain. Skin prickled under dense Kevlar, muscles aching and hot.
Fabulous.
The kiss seemed to last an eternity. Bruce couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Just as he nearly lost oxygen, the Stranger pulled back slightly, pressing noses.
“You enchant me, my dark knight. Until Saturday.”
Before Bruce could speak, the man was gone. Fragrant scent followed his disappearance.
The Bat leaned back against a gargoyle, stunned to silence. Taste. Sweet. He traced a finger over his lips.
Honey??
Traffic noise diverted his attention below, jolting him to awareness. Time resumed its normal motion and course as if nothing had happened.
Bruce licked his lips absently. What is he? How is it…his kisses taste like this?
The Bat breathed deeply, willing his body to calm. Powerful hands clenched hard stone in distraction. Must be some type of hormone…body chemistry. Like Ivy, but different. Not poison, but invasive. Adaptive?
Brooding analysis did nothing for his aching groin. Bruce made an instinctual grab.
Saturday, Stranger. I want answers. What did you do to me?
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