What happened

The Dreaming was in chaos. Everything there, every thought, hope, dream, and fantasy reflected a single face, over and over again. Dreamers whispered her name in awe and worship. Thoughts of lust, hunger, want, need, jealousy, rage...

This was not the doing of any mere mortal. Not even the gods held this kind of sway.

Only the Endless did.

Rage fueled his actions. Already weary from the excursion in Hell, Dream had no patience for trying to sort the matter out diplomatically. His realm was in disarray, and removing the source of the problem would be the fastest way to setting things right.

Dream burst into his Gallery and siezed the sigil of Desire.

"Desire. I am in my Gallery and I hold your Sigil. Speak to me."

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It was like something out of a bad teen romance movie. The boy from the wrong side of the tracks finally decides to do something right, go for the prom queen, and everyone else decides to jump in the way. Well, it wasn't that anyone was really fighting Dick for Babs, not directly, but everyone everywhere was talking about her. Some had heard of her, and their boasting drew glares or rapt attentive eyes. Others merely gossiped, trading speculation based on rumors and blown-up stories.

Dick couldn't take much more of this.

Even the rooftops weren't much of a respite. He could still hear the voices, coming from open apartment windows. Sometimes he could hear fights starting, and for once, Nightwing had no desire to intervene. Let them fight. She was his, and they both knew it. Everything else - this weird obsession - it didn't mean anything.

Now, if one of those maniacs decided to go after her with a knife or something (people had odd ways of expressing admiration), then he'd jump down, but until then, he was content to merely fight the urge to cover his ears with his hands.

"Disgusting, isn't it?" The voice was lilting, a faint French accent to the words, and the tone dripped arrogance and a stretched patience.

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It was time.

The gift was ripe for the giving. There had been enough time between the telling and now for there to be wondering. Perhaps a little panic. Maybe a little havoc with personal lives. Everything was ready. Or at least, in Desire's mind, perfect. And that's all that really mattered anyway.

She stood looking out over the City. Into the hearts of all those people.

There were so many that thought they could hide what it was they really wanted.
And maybe they could. From themselves. Maybe from other people too.
But you can't hide what you want from Desire.

Desire smirked. There was a shift to male and back again. Hair going from red to black and then to red once more. The cigarette never changed. Nor had the clothes.

She closed her eyes and a sharp sudden pulse radiated out over the entire city. A deep, resonating heartbeat that covered everything. Once. Twice. A third time for good measure. She implanted it in every heart that she could. Burrowed it deep.

And smiled nastily while she did it.

Okay. What this means for your characters. They will find themselves to have fallen in love (or lust) with Barbra Gordon. Be they male or female. If they don't know who Babs is, they'll find themseves drawn to where ever she happens to be at the time. It's a need they can't ignore.

Everything else is up to you guys. Jealousy, rage, depression. The only thing Desire has done here is make them want.

People who may not be touched by this are the other Endless, Progo, Lucifer, and the angels and demons. It's up to you if they are or not, and I personally think it would be really amusing if they were, but I leave it entirely in your hands.

Who: Babs and Desire
What: Desire wants to give Babs a gift, which doesn't exactly sit well with Babs
When: Thursday Evening

Barbara - Babs was used to working at night. Even on nights when she shouldn't have been working. She knew she should have been home by now, asleep and letting her body rest up for the mounds of work she had to do in the 'real world' tomorrow. There was paperwork and a meeting with a few of the school board members. It was going to be a long day.

Yet here it was, two o'clock in the morning on Wednesday and Babs was still in her clock tower. She'd finally gotten her files from Arkham at eight that evening, and it had been with a girlish excitement that she'd turned around, gone straight back up to her office, and commenced in reading and entering data onto her computer. Her computer which was working now. Babs almost didn't want to leave its side. It had been working since Saturday evening, really, but one never knew what could happen.

Time flew by, and it wasn't until she glanced up at a clock by accident that she actually realised it was two in the morning. She wasn't even really that tired. She didn't start packing up to go home upon realising the late hour or anything like that. She simply pushed back her chair from the desk and moved over to her coffee maker. A little caffeine and she could make it 'till five, no problem. Then, a two hour nap and she would be ready to face the day. That was what the couch was for, after all.

Desire - Desire draped himself over an extra chair nearby where Babs had been sitting. A cigarette hung from pouty lips. Cat ears rested on a head that carried red hair. Desire's new favorite color for hair. She looked at Babs.

It was easy to know what the woman in the wheelchair wanted the most. It floated on the surface of her thoughts. But ... well. What kind of fun would that be?

Instead, Desire turned himself into what Babs desired most in the way of people. That was more fun. In her would be reflected the face of the one that Babs would be most likely to fall for. To lust for.

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