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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 SIX : KISSES AND CONTROVERSY
Before Bruce could reply, he found himself inside Wayne Manor below the arched stairway near the atrium. Shaking his head to clear it, the handsome vigilante looked at his companion.
“You…you’ve done something to me, Stranger. I don’t know what but God help me, I don’t care anymore.”
The Stranger beamed. “It is love. As you were told, this connection works because the feeling is mutual. You haven’t admitted it yet, but I understand why.”
“Dick-“
“We will discuss that later, Bruce. Now-“
“Wait! What about the car?”
Stranger gripped his hand. “I contacted Alfred for the pickup. Now come! Enough talking.”
Bruce stared at their joined hands as he was dragged upstairs. “Not so…prim and proper as you pretend.”
“I don’t pretend and I never was.” The Stranger tugged at him impatiently.
Bruce spared a smug smile. “Haven’t gotten any lately, huh?”
Before Stranger could answer that, a voice was heard nearby.
“Bruce! What’s going on?”
Bruce snatched his hand clear. “Jason. I’m surprised you aren’t on patrol.”
Red Hood eyed the two men suspiciously. “Phantom Stranger? What the hell brings you to Gotham?”
“I’m merely visiting.”
“What, the universe isn’t gonna split in half?”
“No. Why does everyone assume I always arrive as doom?”
“Because that’s your M.O.” Jason paused, noting Bruce’s disheveled appearance. “And what’s your problem, Bruce? Somebody drop you down a trash compactor?”
“Do you have a reason for being here right now, Jason?” Bruce snapped.
A casual shrug. “Yeah. I was gonna let you know that the Penguin is establishing that network we were talking about this week. Those small busts you made were just a diversion, or so my sources say.”
Bruce thought that over. “Seems plausible. The Penguin-“
Stranger coughed loudly, edging close to Bruce again.
“Yeah well, I don’t want to interrupt anything.” Jason slipped on his red mask.
“What are you talking about-“
The Hood smiled nastily. “Bruce, Bruce. Who do you think you’re talking to? You’re sweating and your hair’s a mess. You almost never sweat. Besides, you’ve got that look that I know better than anyone.” A nod to the Stranger. “My, my. What a stable you’re accumulating these days. First Clark, then the Stranger. Oughta go over real well with-“
“I can still close your mouth.” Bruce moved at him.
Jason shrugged insolently. “Ah, but you never liked that. Anyway, you can try.”
The Stranger held out a hand. “Enough.”
“He’s right.” Jason pointed at the immortal. “Besides, I think the only universe getting cracked in half is yours, Bruce.”
The big man leaped, a move of aerial beauty. Jason deftly flipped away and landed on his feet.
“Have fun, you two.” He popped a cable line and swung to a window. “Such a slut. I’m so ashamed.” Jason shook a finger at Bruce before leaping outside.
Bruce clenched his fists. “Reconciliation or not, he’s trying my patience.”
“As you are mine.” The Stranger responded, grabbing him again. “Come!”
With Jason no longer distracting his reactions, Bruce felt the burn once more. Burn, and a rock hard bulge against his side. Almost too turned on to think, he gripped the black cloak.
“Upstairs.” He growled.
Just as Stranger leaned in for a kiss, the alarms sounded.
“What now?!” the immortal was clearly annoyed.
Bruce likewise stared up. “Signal. Something from Gordon’s office.”
“Bruce-“
“I’ve got to go.” Sprinting with moves an Olympic athlete would envy, Bruce bounded down the stairs and disappeared through a side panel.
The Stranger fumed from the next flight, anger darkening his features. You cannot run from my touch, Bruce. I will never let you go.
The tall figure vanished in a flash of smoke.
()

After returning home hours later, Bruce was surprised the Stranger was nowhere to be seen. Taking an extended cold shower finally calmed his body to manageable levels as he retreated from the cave. A slightly confused Alfred wondered at the dinner appointment that ended with Bruce leaving on a 2 a.m. call with the police chief.
“Strange, to say the least.” Alfred clinked clean dishes in the cabinets.
Bruce watched him from the kitchen island. “A wild night, to be certain. Seems as though Penguin is tired of playing second tier in this town-“
“I was referring to your date.”
“It wasn’t a date-“
“Young master, I’m not a fool. I’ve been around.” Alfred lifted an eyebrow as he worked. “So. It seems you’ve garnered the attention of another high powered being.”
Bruce almost appeared sheepish. “Not intentionally. It just-“
“Happened? You are still as out of control as ever.”
“He pursued me, not the other way around! “
Alfred stacked some plates. “And once you were aware of his interest, you did nothing to discourage it?”
“I tried everything. But the Stranger is Spectre level, maybe more. How on earth could I stop him?”
“My understanding is that he’s a force for good. Why not appeal to his sense of morals?”
Bruce stared at his hands. “It’s his belief that we have a harmony of souls, true love. Supposedly it’s why we have such a connection.”
Alfred stopped what he was doing. “And what do you think?”
“At first I thought he was horn dog, trying to manipulate me for sex. But I’ve seen glimpses, Alfred. Like something inside me touched him. When he’s around my senses distort and reality shifts.”
Alfred sighed. “So this makes you feel…how?”
“Perfect. Like I’m in paradise.” Bruce shook his head. “I know it sounds corny, like something out of a romance novel. But I have no experience to compare this with. In all fairness, I was warned it would be this way.”
“Who warned you?”
“Zee and the Stranger. I thought my training would give me some resistance. It didn’t.”
Alfred thought a moment, pacing the kitchen. “Is he an angel?”
Bruce exhaled. “I don’t know. I’ve suspected it, but his history has never been confirmed by any one source. Even in mystic circles no one seems to have his true origin right.”
“Whatever he is, being involved with a celestial being is of a different order entirely, Bruce.”
“You think I don’t know that?” Bruce scrubbed his hair absently. “A month ago he was just another leaguer, a powerful enigma we could count on in crisis. Now, he’s the center of my universe. I can’t sleep, eat, or do anything without him creeping into my thoughts somewhere. To make things worse, he’s done something to me.”
“What are you talking about?” Alfred was instantly concerned.
“It’s embarrassing.” Bruce hung his head a bit.
A reassuring hand squeezed the broad shoulders. “There is nothing you can’t tell me. What’s he done?”
“I…it’s his body chemistry. Or something.”
Alfred sat across from him, eyes steady. “Go on.”
“First, there’s his…smell. I mean, his body musk. It isn’t human, testosterone based at all.”
“Not surprising. Continue.”
“Instead of salt and alkaline, he’s…like ambrosia and spice. Earth and cedar.”
The older man stared, eyes widening. “Bruce-“
“Let me finish while I still have the nerve. His kisses taste like honey, Alfred. Literally. The more I’m in close contact the worse my desire gets. I suspected he was dosing me with his own personal “love potion.”
Alfred considered his next question. “Have you had time to run analysis?”
“Only a quick blood test in the cave. That’s why I was down there so long after taking a shower. It showed normal.”
Alfred steepled his hands at the table. “And how do you feel at this moment? Are you in control of your own reactions?”
A nod. “Right now, I’m fine. I seem to have some measure of control when he isn’t around but the burn is still there, like background noise in my body.”
“The burn?”
“It’s like” Bruce gestured helplessly, “Having prickling, stinging sensation under my skin. An itch I can’t scratch. I’m agitated constantly and there’s no real relief Then it’s like fire in my chest and extremities. All of them, if you get my drift.”
“I do indeed. The more I hear the more I’m convinced he’s an angel. And probably one of high rank.”
“Why do you assume this?”
“I was always fascinated with Genesis as a child. My grandfather would show me passages explaining divine creatures, their creation and rank. Many had specific spheres or job duties. Others were leaders and generals. Fewer still had special abilities and were considered the right hand of the Creator.”
“I haven’t exactly seen a flaming sword.”
“If he plans to share love with you, ask him for the truth. You have every right to know.”
Bruce shifted uneasily. “Easier said than done. You think others haven’t wondered at his origin over the years?”
“Where does this leave Dick?”
“I don’t know.” Bruce sounded defeated. “We’ve talked. He’s even talked to the Stranger himself.”
“What!”
Wait until you hear the best part. He was offered a three-way. To the ‘mutual pleasure of everyone’ as Stranger put it.”
Alfred put a hand to his head. “What a bizarre situation.”
“Tell me about it!”
Alfred paused. “Then there’s one last thing to know, Bruce. You’ve talked around it but it’s time to be honest.”
Bruce fidgeted uncharacteristically. “I know what you’re going to ask-“
“Do you love the Stranger? The truth!”
The dark head lowered. “Yes. I think I do. He’s beautiful, and perfect. And I can’t think straight when he’s around, Alfred. It makes no sense, but yes.”
A deep sigh. “You must tell Dick-“
“He’s here.” Dick entered the kitchen, pain evident on his features. He was in his Nightwing gear.
Bruce turned in sorrow. “Dick, forgive me. I never planned this-”
The younger man stood off, arms crossed. “You have no idea what this does to me, do you?”
“I still love you.”
“And the Stranger, it appears.” Dick tossed his head back in anger. “Damn! I knew, but I held out hope.”
Bruce was helpless. “What do you want me to do?”
A cold glare in response. “Just stay away from me for now, Bruce. I need to think.” And with that, Dick abruptly took his leave.
Bruce watched him go, rooted to the spot. “I’ve ruined it.”
Alfred sighed again. “His reaction is perfectly normal. You can’t blame him.”
“No, this is on me.” Bruce wearily headed out. “I’m going down to the cave, Alfred. Penguin is starting up again, and I need to hit the streets. Now more than ever.”
“You must deal with your personal life, young master.” Alfred warned.
Bruce nodded in agreement. “I will. But not now.”
()
Batman spent the next few hours chasing rumors about Penguins’ new activities. Every stakeout proved fruitless. “Tips” from informants ran him in circles, or were out of date. In exasperation he stayed on commlink with Tim, but Red Robin had no hot leads either. Frustrated beyond belief, Bruce decided to call it a night.
He swore silently as he drove the Batmobile. This is ridiculous. Nearly two weeks of this nonsense. It’s as if there’s a conspiracy to keep me from doing my job. How can so many leads be false? I may as well take a vacation at this rate.
Speeding through the lower tunnels, he hit the platform control that lifted the vehicle to the cave. Stepping out in a huff, he strode to his computer station crisply, cape billowing. A startled Alfred looked his way.
The butler glanced at his watch. “It’s only 11:45? What in the world happened?”
“It’s what didn’t happen, Alfred.” Bruce pulled back his cowl. “This is ridiculous. I’ve never had so many bad leads.”
The older man approached with a tray. “Could it be that your informers are deliberately being given misleading information?”
“I’ve considered that.” Bruce took the tray and dropped at the Cray Station. “Still, it’s odd. Correction, downright weird.”
“A conspiracy of confusion.” The Brit pondered. “Hmm.”
“What are you thinking?”
“When did this…aberration first start?”
Bruce calculated in his head, keen blue eyes narrowing. “The last ten days, I’d estimate. It all started with a sudden absence of major crime.”
“What else occurred in this stretch?”
“That’s when-“ Bruce glanced at his friend sharply. “You don’t think?”
Alfred pondered. “Not conclusive, but an interesting coincidence. The Stranger enters your life on a personal level, and suddenly you have more free time.”
“To pursue a relationship.” Bruce was angry. “Damnit, I’ve been played!”
“Possibly, but we have no hard proof.”
“It’s well within his abilities to pull such a stunt. And I walked right into it. No wonder Dick is pissed with me!”
“First things first.” Alfred headed to the elevator. “Be honest with the Stranger. Give Dick his space, then see if you can make peace later.”
()
The next day proved eventful. Bruce was awakened by an insistent buzzer on his private intercom. Rolling over to listen, he tapped the display.
“Alfred? What’s going on?”
[You have a visitor. Zatanna has urgent news and based on what I’ve seen, I agree with her.]
Bruce was fully awake now, sitting up in bed. “Alfred what the hell’s going on?”
[Hell is precisely it, sir. Please get dressed and come down to the kitchen immediately.]
Bruce slapped on a robe and bounded downstairs, not taking the time to reply.
()
He burst into the kitchen. Zatanna was in street clothes, talking with Alfred and drinking coffee.
“Wow.” The magician flirted. “Now there’s a sight I never got tired of seeing. Sub naked Bruce in a robe, barefoot and ready!”
“Not now, Zee.” Bruce was all business, noting Alfred’s expression. “Is something big going down in Gotham?”
She pointed at a paper on the table. “I warned you.”
Bruce snatched up the paper, gawking in shock. He was the lead story of the Gotham Flip!
BILLIONARE WAYNE AND MYSTERY MAN IN LIPLOCK! IS THIS GOTHAM’S NEW POWER COUPLE?
Bruce was red faced. Several shots showed him in an alley kissing the Phantom Stranger passionately against a wall. One angle had the Stranger holding up his fedora to block.
“There’s more.” Alfred broke his train of thought. “I received a call from Wayne Enterprises this morning at 5am, when this edition came out. The Board has called an emergency meeting regarding your status-“
“It’s MY damn company!” Bruce flared, slamming the paper down. “And they aren’t going to run me out.”
“Difficult to say what this entails, but it may involve a shifting of vote power.”
Bruce seethed. “That clown. I warned him I’d sue.”
Zatanna touched Bruce on the arm. “Calm down before you blow a vein, Bruce. You know the board is conservative. They’re going to want answers. What do you plan to say?”
Bruce paused in his anger, uncertain. “In an ideal world I’d go with the truth. But-“
“But?”
“Zee, I can’t. We’ve got to come up with some sort of plausible PR spin or I may be finished at my own company!”
She eyed him evenly. “It’s true, isn’t it?”
He didn’t answer her directly. “Can you image the fallout when the League finds out? I’ll never hear the end of this!”
Zatanna put a hand to her head. “I’ve already got a headache thinking about Green Arrow’s reaction. Not to mention-“
“Wait.” Alfred interjected. “Let’s brainstorm here. Now, did anyone see you with the Stranger?”
Bruce sat at the table, glum. “Only everyone at the Sweet Peppers restaurant.”
“The what? Oh my God, Bruce. You’re really making this difficult.” Zatanna covered her eyes.
“He picked the restaurant, not me!”
A confused Alfred broke in. “Excuse me, I don’t get the reference?”
Zatanna explained. “The Sweet Peppers is an “Open” restaurant. People of all sexual orientations go there, but the patrons are primarily male.”
“Oh.”
Bruce was bitter. “I have to salute the Stranger. This frame was perfectly built and crafted by a master.”
“We don’t have time for that, Bruce. Let’s think of a solution instead.” Zatanna sipped her coffee.
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