The power flowed down through, eventually choosing a keystone soul, one of the most important beings on that Earth. It chose the Batman, one of the most courageous and noble of souls. But at the time, he was dressed as Bruce Wayne, holding a press conference that was being broadcast nationwide from Gotham City.
He was announcing his support for the Presidential run of Tony Stark, the superhero Iron Man, who was retiring from active duty. The two were bantering, Wayne extolling Stark's virtues to the public. There were a few hecklers in the crowd, anti-superhero folk mainly, as well as a few hyper-conservatives and people who hated Stark's pro-mutant stance, but Wayne was ignoring them. A skilled speaker, he had the crowd's control already.
And then the power of Jasmine was given to him.
He staggered, falling to his knees. Alfred, his loyal butler, was immediately at his side. "Sir! Are you all right?"
Bruce smiled. "I'm fine, I'm fine..." he said. "Just felt dizzy for a moment." He dusted himself off. "Sorry folks! Guess I tripped on some loose gravel or something." The crowd chuckled easily at the joke. Bruce smiled. "Anyway. In closing, I would like to say that the Wayne Foundation is lending its full support behind Anthony Stark in his bid for the presidency. His kindness, his vision, his devotion to this country make him the perfect choice to be our leader. I fully intend to cast my vote for him, and I hope you will too."
As he spoke, his newfound power washed out over the crowd. The mroe he spoke, the more he controlled them. Once he finished, everyone in the crowd, even the hecklers, burst into thunderous applause. Some of them of them even shouted "President Stark!" excitedly.
Bruce frowned a little as he waved to the crowd. Something felt very, very off...
Shaking it off for now, he went over to shake Stark's hand. "Excellent speech, Mr. Wayne," Stark said, grinning brightly.
Bruce shrugged. "Just my little contribution to the cause, Tony," he said.
"Nothing about your contribution is little, Mr. Wayne. I'm more than grateful for your support," Stark said.
Bruce's smile faltered again. Again, that feeling that something was off. "Of course..." he said. "Anyway, I have to get back to Wayne Enterprises. Shall I see you for lunch tomorrow?"
"I wouldn't miss it," Stark said, taking to the podium to make a speech. "Bruce Wayne, everybody!" The crowd burst into applause again. Bruce frowned openly, becoming concerned. Quickly, he and Alfred went to their car and left.
"Head for the Cave, Alfred," Bruce said, dropping his voice into his Batman growl.
"Of course, sir," Alfred said.
Bruce blinked. "Wait, you're not going to argue about going to Wayne Enterprises instead?" he asked.
"You asked, I obey, sir," Alfred said.
Bruce felt a growing fear. He had to test something. "...Alfred, I've decided to kidnap Harley Quinn. I'm going to rape her repeatedly, and force her to be my breeding slut. I'm going to post videos of her rapes online, so people can enjoy her suffering." he lied.
"If that's what you wish, sir," Alfred said, nodding. "Shall I prepare some anti-toxin? While she no longer associates herself with the Joker, it never hurts to be prepared."
No NO NO NO NO!! Bruce thought. Somehow, he had been given the power to control minds.
"Alfred, I was joking," Bruce said softly.
Alfred chuckled. "A most funny jest, sir," he said.
Bruce facepalmed. "Just... just get to the Cave," he said. "Also, call Wayne Enterprises and tell them that a medical emergency has come up. Get them to reschedule the meeting for tomorrow."
"As you say, sir," Alfred said, nodding.