Circe's Switcheroo

"I want something from you that's very precious. Something you've worked very hard to conceal. Something when gone, you can never regain. Something soul shattering." Those were the words the sorceress Circe had asked of Batman to cure Wonder Woman from being transformed into a pig.

"Of course, he should have asked more about it. It seemed like I had been asking for his secret identity, not like I couldn't find it out easily. I suggested without speaking it that it was revealing his secret ability to sing, which I had enjoyed and loved. No, I had something special in mind." she thought as she looked at the globe in front of her.

"A deal's a deal, even if you didn't know what it was that you bought. Or paid. For what is more precious, what has the Batman hidden deep down, what is more soul shattering... then his own soul! He had my interest when he had the love of Hippolyta's little girl, but he had my attention when he revealed more about himself. Physically fit, intelligent, and a great singing voice. How could I say no to making him my own. By taking his soul, and through it controlling that fine body and brilliant mind." She saw as the orb contained images of bats, night, frightening things and more.

Circe had great magic. For example... the ability to transform, change reality and control minds. To name but a few. Such spells worked better with a piece of the subject to focus on. Having a soul made things all but assured with her magic, by passing pesky things like free will.

She smirked to herself as she thought, 'How to begin?'