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"It's good to finally meet you two," Aiden said with a grin as he stepped in front of the two heroes.

Batwoman surveyed the area; the apartment room was small and littered with garbage and various sheets of paper. The room smelled off, as if something had recently been burning. A tattered blanket and old pillow lay in the corner; it wasn't really the place Bruce expected a master sorcerer to live.

"Stand back for a moment, please," Aiden said and snapped his fingers.

The room seemed to stretch and bend in ways that were impossible; Bruce closed her eyes to keep herself from getting sick. When the vigilante finally decided it was safe to open her eyes the room was completely changed. The walls were lined in gold and painted in extravagant colors. The center of the room was lowered into a den-like space and had a half-moon couch, past a curtain across from the vigilante a king sized bed was hiding. The room had a certain magical vibe to it that seemed to warm Bruce's very core. Bruce and Clark looked around the room in awe as Aiden made his way to the couch that resided in the center.

"Aiden, may I call you that?" Superman asked politely and received a curt nod from the sorcerer, "If you don't mind me asking, why exactly are you helping us?"

"Please come sit," Aiden commanded nicely, Bruce and Clark made their way to the couch and sat down on the opposite side of Aiden, their legs were touching, "It is no secret that what you do has saved the planet numerous times, and when I heard of Batman's current predicament I wanted to do everything I could to help."

"How did you hear about me, anyway?" Bruce asked skeptically and narrowed her eyes at the mysterious man across the couch.

Aiden gave a soft smile to the glaring woman, "I have placed many listening and surveillance spells across the country, nothing happens that I don't know about. I witnessed your transformation first-hand at Ace Chemicals."

Creepy, Bruce thought with a shudder, "Why would you do that though? It seems like a lot of extra effort just to be a security camera."

"Not really," Aiden dismissed the question with a wave of his hand, "The spells themselves were easy to cast and are very easy to maintain for a sorcerer of my level. I just like to be prepared for anything at any time."

"But, if you witnessed Batwoman's transformation first-hand why did you wait for so long to get into contact with the League?" Clark asked as he studied the other man.

"I wasn't just going to barge in with false hope," Aiden scoffed at the thought, "I wanted to do proper research to see if there was a spell I could cast to reverse the effects of the other sorcerer."

"Are you saying that because you have contacted us it's because you found a spell?" Bruce asked hopefully.

"Well, yes and no," Aiden scratched his head and looked at the floor with a confused look.

"What does that mean?" Clark asked cautiously.

"It means that there is a spell yes, but it is risky. I found it in one of my old spell books; this one in particular is from hundreds of years ago. It is hard to tell if a spell that old will cure you or make the symptoms worse…" Aiden trailed off and met Bruce's eyes.

"By worse you mean…" Bruce gulped as the last word stuck in her throat.

"Death, possibly," Aiden nodded with confirmation.

"Batwoman," Clark turned to Bruce, "You don't need to do this. We can just wait it out."

"We don't even know if that is a liable option either, Superman," Bruce sighed and gripped her head; she was starting to get a headache.

If what Alex was saying was correct then she would be like this for another couple months, and that was already out of the question. She already had Alfred and Lucius covering for her at Wayne Enterprises, and God knows how long she could keep that up. Plus he secret double life as a vigilante called for a strong person and the effects from the spell had been taking its toll on her strength and had also giving her… feelings. Gross. Sure, Aiden's way out was dangerous but so was her whole life. It was a no brainer.

"I'll do it," Bruce huffed out.

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Bruce shivered again as she shifted herself on the cold table. The spell involved a very complicated ritual which is why she was laying on a table in the middle of Aiden's (a sorcerer that they knew nothing about and had no reason to trust) kitchen in just her underwear. It seemed like she was naked a lot more as a woman then she was before as a man. Superman was leaning up against the counter just staring off, he refused to be out of the room as the ritual was going on which Bruce was silently thankful for. Aiden let a few candles around the room and shut off the lights, the candle light seemed to dance across the walls.

"I am going to begin the ritual," Aiden announced as he stepped closer to Bruce. He was holding a bowl in his hands in which he dipped his finger and touched Bruce's chest, over her heart, he drew a circle with the strange cold substance from the bowl and spoke, "The heart, the most important part of a person."

Aiden dipped his finger into the bowl again and began to draw a line from the back of Bruce's hand, up her arm and over to the circle over her heart, he spoke again as he did this, "The heart is the main control for all limbs. They must work in unison," Aiden began to draw a similar line on Bruce's other arm, "for the body to be able to function." The sorcerer moved down the table a bit and started a line from the sole of Bruce's foot and continued up towards the center circle, "The heart is also a center point for the soul," He started a parallel line on Bruce's other leg, "for the feelings, and the actions that create us." The lines all connected at the circle over Bruce's heart. The weird substance was seeping into Bruce's skin and Bruce took in a shaky breath as she tried to hold still.

"And finally," Aiden stepped up to the head of the table and drew a circle on Bruce's forehead, "The mind's eye which stands for creativity and individuality is what truly makes us all human." Aiden placed the bowl carefully on the counter behind him and raised his arms over Bruce and began to chant the spell.

At first Bruce didn't feel anything different, and then suddenly there was a burning sensation where the lines were drawn. The burning was an intense pain like Bruce was actually on fire; she closed her eyes against the pain but didn't move besides that or make a sound. Her limbs felt like they were vibrating, slowly at first and then it picked up speed. The whole table was shaking underneath her. Aiden finished his chant in a loud commanding voice, there was a sudden gust of wind and the candles went out. The room was plunged into complete darkness and Bruce finally let out the scream of pain she was keeping in before she lost consciousness.

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"Batwoman?" Superman's voice cut through her subconscious.

Bruce let out a groan of pain but kept her eyes shut, "Did it work?" Her voice was gruff and raspy.

"Uh…" Superman sucked in a breath and let out a sigh, "No."

"Of course it didn't." Bruce snapped and fell back into darkness.

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