Batwoman

Red hair spilled down over the back of her black cape. The lower half of her face was painted pale, but Lois could see a more mature face and figure than Batgirl. The red Bat-sigil across the breasts flashed in the light as the cowled figure loomed over Lois Lane...and extended a gloved hand.

"It's okay. He can't hurt you anymore," the voice was harsh, gravelly. Lois squeezed her eyes tight, but couldn't get her heart to stop hammering in her chest. Her pussy squeezed the bottle so tight that the reporter thought it would shatter, tearing her cunny to shreds.

"He got you with his fear gas, didn't he?" Batwoman said as she crouched next to the reporter. From her utility belt, she withdrew a slim brown tube...which unfolded into paper bag. "Here. You're starting to hyperventilate. Just breathe...focus on that..."

Lois brought the bag to her mouth. It inflated and deflated with her lungs. She could feel her whole body shiver with unnatural fear and adrenaline. Batwoman's hand stroked the back of the reporter's neck, just under her hair.

"That's it. You need to let your system process it. Just like any other chemical. Usually, it doesn't last that long..." Batwoman's voice was calm, reassuring.

Lois barely even felt the needle concealed in her palm. Just the darkness of the alley thickened as her eyes fluttered and closed. Slumping with her cheek against Batwoman's chest. In her last moment of consciousness, Lois heard Batwoman say.

"Bring the car around. We need to take her to the cave."