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Chapter 5: Deadman.

"Deadman? What are you doing here?" Bruce asked him.

"Well I was checking up on my favorite living hero and noticed the problems you were having." he said in Diana's voice. Bruce stared at him oddly.

"Which problems would they be?"

Deadman smiled with Diana's prefect mouth. "Oh, that you're losing control around hot women." He ran his hands along Diana's body.

Bruce glared at him. "I wouldn't be doing that with Diana's body; if she finds out you will wish you were not a spirit."

Deadman nodded his head with a chuckle. "The reason I'm telling you this is because there is a spirit controlling your emotions. I tried to talk him out of it a few minutes ago but..." He sighed. "He likes the challenge of controlling you."

Bruce closed his eyes. He knew someone was controlling him. But why was this so-called ghost doing this to him? "Who is he?" Bruce opened his eyes and look directly at Deadman.

Deadman rubbed the back if his neck. "Since you have great control over your emotions it's a challenge to him. He gets his kicks off of seducing women and besting men. You gave him both challenges at the same time."

"Who is he?" Bruce's monotone voice came out. He was in full Batman mode now that he knew what was happening to him. That spirit wouldn't be using him ever again. Even if the pleasures he got from his experiences were nothing he ever felt before or would again if he could help it.

"Giacomo Casanova, seducer of women. He says the pleasures he felt off you were the strongest he has every felt. He will not give you up without a fight," Deadman sighed.

"Tell that pervert I'm not his puppet anymore," Bruce growled out. Deadman chuckled, making Bruce's face crunch up in frustration.

"You can fight him all you like, Bruce, but the more you fight the more pleasure he will receive when you finally give in."

Bruce started to paced the floor thinking over what Deadman had told him he stopped. "How do I stop him?" he finally asked.

Deadman didn't look to helpful at the moment. "An amulet of protection would stop him if you believed, but you don't believe in magic so it's not going to help you. Or you could let your emotions out. True love has been known to vanquish even the strongest of magic," Deadman told him.

Bruce frowned at the news. All those suggestions went against what Batman was all about. "There's no other way?" he complained.

Deadman just shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe a priest, but you don't believe in that either. So either you stop bottling your emotions or find true love."

Bruce closed his eyes in deep thought. Why was he always getting the short end of the stick? He was Batman, so letting go of his emotions were out of the question. Magic, urgh, he hated magic and everything about it. Religion almost as bad as magic in his mind.

Batman grunted as he replaced his mask. He stared at Deadman with a clinched jaw. "Leave Deadman, I know what I have to do."

Deadman nodded his head. "I will try my best to stop him, Batman, but he is an old spirit and actually very powerful," he said, and left Diana's body. Diana blinked as she looked at Batman with his cowl back on. Didn't he just have it off a second ago?

"Diana, Deadman took over your body. Seems I'm being controlled by a ghost."

Diana looked at him suspiciously.

Bruce sighed. "The ghost is none other then Giacomo Casanova."

Diana looked confused at the name - of course she wouldn't have heard of Casanova.

"He was an author from the 17th century; he was called the world's greatest lover because he seduced every woman that he felt would be a challenge to him," Batman said as he continued to look at Diana's face. The confusion turned into almost amusement.

"So your saying this ghost is taking you over?"

Batman shook his head no. "He is enhancing or manipulating my lust. Deadman says I'm a challenge to him because of how don't allow my emotions to control me. He is using one of only a few tools I pride myself on." Batman frowned.

"So he was making you attracted to Fire?" Diana whispered.

"Yes," he admitted.

This caused a giggle to come from Diana. "It's not funny, Diana, I haven't been able to control myself!" he growled.

Diana's giggle stopped as she looked at him hard. "Who else?" she asked him, her tone deadly.

He couldn't and wouldn't tell her who. It was not their fault or his. "Does it really matter? I have to figure out how to stop him. Deadman says I have only a few choices. Either allow my emotions out...not going to happen...magic and other thing that I will not allow...or I find true love." He quietly said the last part.

Diana placed her finger on her chin in thought. Then looked at him cautiously, almost scared to asked him. "Do you love someone, Bruce?" Diana asked him shyly.

Batman just stared at her. YES he did love someone, that someone was standing in front of him. But he couldn't tell her, could he? Well Bruce debated with himself he started to feel the lust build in him. He turned away from Diana. He wouldn't allow this spirit to control him.

He fell to his knees the pleasure he just received was almost to much for him to control. Then the feeling faded.

Diana placed a hand on his shoulder. "Bruce are you okay?" she asked him with heavy concern in her voice. He nodded his head but the feeling returned even more strongly. He moaned, and his mouth hung open.

Diana got onto her knees with him. "Let me help you, Bruce," she demanded with concern. Bruce shook he head; the only way she could help him was an option he wouldn't allow. The lustful feelings would come and go like the waves on a beach. He knew Deadman couldn't stop Casanova.

"Diana." He said her name in a lust filled voice. "Leave...I...can't...control...my..." he moaned again as he fell face first on the floor. Diana was about to call for assistance when he rolled onto his back and pulled her down on him. She never saw his eyes like this. They were almost glowing with desire. She could feel his rapid breathing on her skin as he held onto her tightly.

"Diana," he horsely sighed, "I...I...I...love you..." The pleasure decreased a little with his declaration. But it was still very strong so he continued.

"I've loved you since the first time I set eyes on you." The more he confessed to her the less the lust was controlling him.

"I couldn't...no wouldn't tell you because you're an angel and I'm..." He closed his eyes and sighed. "I'm scared that if I allow you into my heart you will break me into nothingness."

Diana's eyes flashed from shock to compassion. "Oh, Bruce, I would never allow anything like that to happen..."

Bruce looked up into her eyes and felt for the first time in nearly a week himself. The influence wasn't there anymore. He sighed out as he tried to move Diana off him. Diana just glared at him and held on. He gave up and allowed himself to enjoy the closeness of her.

"What am I going to do you with you, Bruce?" she sighed.

Bruce raised an eyebrow in question.

Diana giggled lightly. "I love you too, Bruce, and now that I know your feelings you will not be able to push me away so easily." His eyes softened. If there was one person in this world he couldn't intimidate or push away she was the one.

"So?" he asked, not knowing what to say.

"So?! We are a couple and I'm not taking no for an answer. Because you need me!" she cheekily said.

He sighed; he knew telling her his feelings was a mistake. But what a nice mistake as he gave her a warm smile.

"We are having dinner at the manor tonight, and you better not run off. Get Dick or Tim to look after Gotham!" she demanded.

He knew who was the boss in this relationship now. He nodded his head like the good boyfriend would do. Diana smiled down at him and placed a simple but emotion filled kiss on his lips.

"So I have no say in anything?" he questioned her with a grin on his face.

"Yes, but only when I say it counts," Diana stated sweetly.

Bruce laughed out loud, causing Diana to do the same. He pulled her down to return the earlier kiss. He now knew he was in trouble - but was looking forward to it.

The End.