Author's Note: This is my first Justice League fic. Please bear with me.

On a magically hidden island in the Mediterranean Sea a lone figure sat at her dresser silently watching a recent performance at the Amphitheater at Mykonos playing in a large scrying window. Her violet hair was damp and she was dressed only in a towel, proving the even those called goddesses by many still indulged in simple customs like bathing.

"Am I blue..." the black clad singer croons in an almost unfairly melodic voice.

"Sigh" Circe sighed as she watched Batman's performance for the umpteenth time. Why did I go to all that trouble just to make this mortal sing? There were so many other ways I could have manipulated this situation to get revenge on Hippolyta. And what do I do? I turn her daughter into a pig, and then make the price for her release a simple song. She thought ruefully.

Oh, but you know why Circ'. You were already enamored with him, and wanted to bring up just one thing about him that might discourage the feeling. And what better way to end the infatuation, than through your newest love? Music. Surely, he wouldn't have such a talent being the warrior that he is. You could just write him off as bad for your dreams. But no, it wasn't that simple. He sings divinely. Zeus, but it's like falling for Odysseus all over again. she thought as she waved her hand at the image, making Batman's clothes vanish so that looked like a movie of Bruce Wayne singing in the nude. The conveniences of magic never ceased to amaze even her, even as Circe's looks grew more longing as she watched the image.

Her countenance grew harsh, however, as another thought intruded upon her. Right down to having an annoying Amazon tramp in my way. she thought viciously, as the image blurred to one of Batman and Wonder Woman walking down a corridor of the JLU watchtower together in real time, as Diana hummed the very song Bruce had sung earlier. Circe was unsure whether or not to be pleased that the magical filter to remove Batman's clothes from her window was still active then.

On one hand, she had a naked man she was quite taken with filling her vision in all his scarred, well muscled glory. That was definitely a good thing. Conversely, it looked like he was walking with Hippolyta's overly endowed daughter while naked. That thought turned the witch's stomach enough to release the filter spell and return the grim trappings of the Batman to her subject of observation, even as she muttered an angry, "Top heavy Penelope wannabe." at the image of Diana.

Why must an Amazon always come between me and what I want? And I do want him, now more than ever. So what can I do to get him? Circe thought to herself, even as she dispelled her scrying window and headed to her closet to change. One thing was for certain. She would win over the Amazon interloper in this contest. Circe refused to lose twice to the same opponents.

Meanwhile at the Hall of Justice...er, I mean the Watchtower.

Batman had eventually headed off to Gotham to finish his nightly rounds after a good deal of light teasing and reassurances of safety by Diana, leaving Wonder Woman to contemplate recent events on her own. She was currently seated in the primary commissary, sipping on an iced mocha as she thought over all that had transpired that night. One theme dominated all others in the thoughts of the exiled princess, though. Why would Circe go to all that trouble and then release me for the price of a song from Bruce? Why go out of her way just to embarrass him like that? It didn't hurt mother or me, and he was no more her enemy than any member of the League. What is that witch really up to? It was just too easy.

She pondered that line of questions long into the night, until she had finished her third mocha. Finally she came to an unpleasant conclusion. For all I know about Circe's history, I can't predict her behavior. I can't crawl into an evil-doer's head like Bruce and just divine their motives. I need to talk to someone that actually knows, or at least knew Circe.

Wonder Woman let an uncomfortable grimace rise to her face as she realized just whom she'd have to talk to about this. Great Hera. Mother will not like hearing of Circe's freedom. She won't like me asking about her motives in her actions toward a man either. Even one hailed as a hero of Themyscira, as all the original League members are.

As Diana considered the channels she would need to traverse to get to the bottom of her current contemplations, Batman had a fat, greasy pork slaughterhouse employee hanging from the top of a five story high smoke stack by his ankle. "You thought you could fire a gun illegally in the city and not face any consequences, did you?" Batman sneered as the groveling fool soiled himself for the third time since the Bat's arrival.

End of Part One