End: Batman Is Looking For Lois Lane

Lois was unable to keep the shock of recognition from her face at the sound of her own name. Instantly, her brain wanted to form a denial...insist that she was Margot Hatcher, that he was wrong...but before she could say anything, he continued.

"She's a reporter at the Daily Planet. Who has been missing for over a month."

Her mouth opened and closed. His hand was still on her chin. The words didn't make any sense to her.

A month? But I only started tonight!

"According to her editor, she was investigating four women who had disappeared. Lois Lane had tracked those women down to a nearby club. Then the trail went cold. She stopped reporting into work. Neighbors saw her return to and leave her apartment, always in the evenings or early mornings, always dressed...provocatively. I've had people follow her...and it turns out she's been working here. Under the name Margot Hatcher."

"That's...that's impossible..." Lois managed. "I was...I only..."

"What date is it?" he said.

"I..." Lois blinked, the information not coming to her. "I don't remember."

"What happened to you?" Bruce Wayne asked, gently but firmly, as he reached down and took her hand from his pants. "Think back. What do you remember from tonight? Tell me. Think of it like you're writing an article."

They sat down together on the bed...and Lois Lane did her best to reconstruct the events of the night. The club. The long walk back. Being fucked in the ass. Crying as she fingered her butthole in the shower. The idea to dress up as a whore...to sell her ass in the brothel...looking for leads...

Except...the details were wrong, somehow. Even as Lois ran over the narrative in her head, the details kept changing. What she wore. How long her hair was. It all seemed to...shift...

"Zatanna taught me something. In case I ever encountered a spell that affected my memory. I think that every night when you think you're done, you forget and re-live those same events, until you come here and have sex again. I want to try what Zatanna taught me on you."

"Okay..." Lois said, not sure what else she was supposed to do.

Bruce Wayne stared her in the eyes, and with very careful enunciation said:

".rebmemeR"

The reporter convulsed. Every muscle went suddenly rigid, her whole body frozen in a rictus...as she relived a month of sex work in an instant.

Every customer. Man and women. Every cock she'd sucked, every cunny she'd licked, the flavors came back to her, melded and merged and fought for dominance. A sweet old man whose asshole she had eaten out as she jerked him off. A bitch that fucked her ass with a strap-on until she bled. A pair of twin black men who took turns fucking her, over and over, cumming inside each time, wondering which one would be the daddy. The shy, intense young woman that painted Lois in the nude, and then ate her pussy out for what felt like hours...

Lois Lane had more sex in a month than she had her entire life before that...and as the shock wore off, as her muscles relaxed and she found she could breathe again, tears came to her eyes. She was a whore. She had...she had...

"It's all right, Lois," Bruce Wayne said as he stood up, and pulled her to her feet. "This ends now. You won't relive this night. I promise. We're going to get you out of here..."

Tears ran down the reporter's cheeks. She let him walk her out, hoping what he said was true...yet it was all so damn familiar.

Dawn came over Metropolis. Somewhere, a demon laughed as another fly was caught in her web. Tonight, once again, Margot Hatcher would present herself as a whore on the make, secretly pursuing her mission...and Blaze wondered if this time she could get Bruce Wayne to fuck her in the ass before he revealed her little secret.