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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 FOUR: THE SETUP
Zatanna responded almost immediately after getting the call. Bruce explained in great detail what occurred but omitted naming the Stranger. They gathered in the main living room at Wayne Manor.
“Bruce, you need to tell me who it is you suspect is influencing you. There’s no point in secrecy.”
He smiled at her. “Now Zee, I trust you completely. But I don’t need this getting out among the League.”
“I wouldn’t tell anyone.” She sniffed. “Now, sit on that couch and relax. I’m going to cast a finding spell.”
“Finding spell?” Dick was curious, observing nearby.
“It discovers identity and strength.” Her smile at Bruce was sly. “Be secretive all you want, but I’ll likely find the culprit through this spell.”
Bruce started to protest. “Zee-“
“ Quiet, I need to concentrate.” She waved elaborate gestures over his seated form. Colored mists flew wildly everywhere.
“Lleps emilbus eb delaever! Rehte rits, ytilaer laever I dnammoc!”
A booming crack filled the air, making everyone cover their ears. Winds whipped wildly, hurling books from shelves and tipping furniture. Bruce and Dick barely avoided flying debris.
“Tel gnidnif POTS!” Zatanna gestured fiercely, returning the room to normalcy. When everyone recovered their wits, she spoke with a smile.
“Well, that was interesting.”
Dick picked up a few stray books. “But what did you find out?”
Zatanna tipped her top hat, looking smugly at Bruce. “My, my. You have moved up the food chain.”
“Zee-“ Bruce gave her a withering look.
“Temper, temper. It must be the tight Kevlar.”
Dick gawked. “Please don’t tell me this lunacy is true.”
“I had to stop the spell.” The magician explained. “Another minute and your mansion would be a pile of dust. Certain entities tend to leave potent imprints.”
“Am I under a spell?” Bruce calmed a bit.
“Hm.” Zatanna took a pose. “You’re being…how shall I put it…framed in soul enchantment. It is extremely subtle and invasive. It also adapts to the souls of the parties involved.”
“Like a love potion?” Dick suggested.
“Nothing so crude. No, this affects every level of a person’s being. It is love, lust, desire and beyond. Not many possess this magic, much less know how to use it.” She looked at Bruce with meaning. “Nor can it be stopped without the permission of the instigator.”
Bruce had another question. “The scent factor. Is it an aphrodesiac of some sort?”
Zatanna coughed delicately. “Yes. Fruit, honey and spice. It’s said in the Books of Magic that certain beings have such variations of their own personal flavor and scent. Those that experienced it never went back to anything else. I’ll leave it at that.”
“Zee, can you free me?”
Slender hands held high. “I can move mountains, shatter worlds. I’ve argued with the Spectre and opened dimensions. But any attempts on my part would only destroy your home and leave you the same. You must go to the Stranger.”
“But that’s what he wants.” Dick was frustrated. “Why send Bruce into his arms so easily?”
Zatanna was sympathetic, turning towards her childhood friend. “Then plead your case, Bruce. Appeal to his…other nature, if it still applies.”
Bruce sighed. “So you can’t break it.”
The mage approached him. “His power is unfathomable and my spells would accomplish nothing. Bruce, there’s something else you should know about this. It only strengthens when there is harmony of the souls involved. If that’s the case you may find out more about yourself than you do the Stranger. Once snared, always snared. Be warned.”
Bruce and Dick shared a look in dismay.
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The bizarre week continued at a snails pace. Every patrol yielded virtually no crime activity. In agitation Bruce found himself returning to the mansion with much idle time between business meetings. Alfred suggested he engage in his favorite sport pastimes to burn off excess energy. One was golf and the other, rock climbing. Bruce elected the latter. He hopped a plane to Arizona on a whim, intending to stay until Friday. Saturday…he’d deal with when it arrived.
Meanwhile his thoughts drifted more and more towards the Stranger. Every waking hour had him wondering…what was he doing? Who was he with? Did his body taste the same as his lips?
“Earth to Bruce!”
“Eh?” Bruce sat up straight.
“Daydreaming again, huh? So who is she this time?” a friendly voice teased.
Bruce smiled at his friend. Buzz Henderson was a high tech dealer who specialized in silicone components for electronic equipment. They agreed to meet for a light lunch after scaling some walls near Ozte Canyon. The two men chatted at an outdoor café after eating.
“Haven’t seen you in months, Buzz. Pretty amazing that we ran into each other like this.”
The ginger laughed, his sandy red hair floating in the breeze. “I’d say so, Bruce. You settle down yet, or are you still chasing everything under the tree?”
“Come on. You know I have a reputation to uphold.” Bruce held a hand to his chest in a pledge.
“Still the same! You look great, man. But then you always do. I’m surprised some lucky lady hasn’t snapped you up yet.”
“Well, someone is looking to get lucky.” Bruce said cryptically. He saw something out the corner of his eye.
“I know what you mean. I was in Vegas three days ago. Got two marriage proposals and one obscene offer from a bodyguard. ‘Course everything’s off the chain there anyway.”
Bruce chuckled. “Anything goes. No wonder they coined the expression “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.”
“Pretty much. These days you never know who or what’s gonna come out the weeds and hit on you.”
“Truer words were never spoken.” Bruce stared to his left again.
“Something wrong?”

“No. Just thought I saw someone else I know.” He craned his neck.
Buzz turned his head. “Want to go see? I can wait a bit. My next appointment isn’t for another hour.”
Bruce nodded, standing up. “I’ll be back.”
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Broad shoulders weaved through a crowd as Bruce made his way across a public atrium and towards another café area. Waiters skittered everywhere with trays, impeding his progress.
I could have sworn I saw someone familiar. But how to find anyone in this mob?
Beautiful, rich scented spice assaulted his senses. Sensual musk, like earth and rainforest.
Not again! Bruce halted in his tracks, feeling suddenly warm. He looked around alertly. Floral displays were everywhere including cactus gardens. Faux palm trees graced the walkways and exits.
He smiled to himself. My imagination. Better catch back up with Buzz before…
“You look most fetching in khaki, Bruce. My compliments.”
“The hell?!” the big man spun, startled by a smooth voice at his ear.
The Stranger tipped a white fedora. He was dressed in a brilliant red cotton shirt and white cargo pants. Sunglasses covered the glowing eyes. Flawless bronzed skin made a perfect contrast against the white. He was all proportion and solid muscle.
Bruce couldn’t stop staring.
The Stranger curved a smile. “Ah, but you’re surprised to see me here.”
“That’s one way of putting it. This isn’t Saturday, by the way.”
“No, of course not. I was actually helping someone a few miles from here. It’s most fortunate that out paths meet.”
Wolf blue eyes narrowed in suspicion. “You didn’t arrange this meeting?”
“No, although I must admit surprise. The world is wide, and-“
“Oh Simon! There you are!!” feminine voices squealed nearby. Bruce gawked as two scantily clad women approached, breasts bouncing in thong tops. They immediately grabbed the Stranger, each by an arm.
“Trying to run out on us?” the brunette with short hair giggled. Her enormous green eyes fixed on Bruce. “And who’s your sexy friend?”
The other girl appeared to be Asian. “Don’t be an idiot, Cissy. That’s Bruce Wayne, the billionaire!”
“Oh my gawd!!” she shrieked, making Bruce cringe. “It’s great meeting you, Mister Wayne!” the first girl grabbed his hand and shook it.
“Yes, well-“
“Oh, don’t mind her, she doesn’t get out much. I’m Lynn, Mr. Wayne.” She flirted with almond shaped eyes surrounded by long lashes. “Are you doing anything tonight?”
The Stranger was amused. “I’m certain Mr.Wayne has other plans, at least for the next day or so.”
“As a matter of fact I do.” Bruce wondered at the Strangers companions. “I have a friend I left back at the other café who’s waiting for me.”
“Bummer.” Cissy ran a hand over the Stranger’s chest. “Think you could hook up with us later?”
“Ah-“
“It would be fun.” Lynn glanced up at the Stranger, who kept smiling. “You like four ways? Or we could get this guy we know out in Lacrois County to join in. He’s really sweet.”
Good Lord, is everything involving the Stranger so insane? “Ladies, I’m afraid I’m indisposed. But thanks for the offer.”
“Oh well. At least we tried.” Lynn pulled the Stranger into a kiss. “Where’s the money, Boo?”
He pulled a roll of hundreds from his pocket. “Find us someplace nice to stay tonight. And don’t forget we hit the casinos at ten!”
“YESSSS.” The women grabbed the money and scooted off, blowing kisses.
Bruce had no words, watching them go.
“Lovely girls.” The Stranger commented as his companions disappeared into the crowd. “Of course, they keep trying to steal my money and run off, but I find them anyway. In turn they express gratitude and I chase them again. They seem to enjoy it.”
“…..”
“Don’t look at me like that. I do have my fun, you know.”
“You’re a pervert of the worst order. What would the Leagues think if they knew?”
“I don’t concern myself with outside opinions, much less mortal. Unless love is involved.” Suddenly serious, the Stranger lifted his sunglasses away.
Bruce felt the pull of those eyes. “I have to go.”
The Stranger nodded, breaking the intensity of his stare. “Saturday, Bruce. And if you aren’t in Gotham, I will find you.”
Flustered, Bruce turned on his heel and stalked off.
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