End: Be My Incubator

They continued the conversation in the kitchen, Lois Lane wrapped in a towel, her prolapsed ass stuffed back in place as well as she could, a few swallowed pills and a shot of vodka helping with the pain.

"We live in a dangerous world, Miss Lane," the Black woman's voice was calm, and she leaned forward on the table, filling up both glasses. "We face extraterrestrial, extradimensional threats every day—not to mention genetics labs offloading their mistakes, experiments, and weapons on an unsuspecting public. Yet those selfsame threats sometimes represent...opportunities. Take these Starro eggs, for example."

Waller touched her glass to the container.

"LexCorp was, we believe, developing these as part of their new guided drone weapon line. Lobotomized aliens, their brains used as the biological substrate to guide weapons to their targets. Our scientists, meanwhile, have discovered that if properly rendered down these eggs can be used to cure some forms of brain cancer, literally eating away at the tumor, and promoting the growth of healthy tissue," Waller sipped. "Which is where you come in."

"You want me to grow more of these things in my ass," Lois Lane said, flatly.

"It has to be a sentient being, for them to develop correctly. Using prisoners is considered cruel and unusual. You've already shown great strength and tenacity; repeated incubation tends to make delivery easier and eggs bigger—and the bigger the egg, the more of the anti-cancer **** we can generate." Waller knocked back the shot and licked her lips. The dark, slightly protuberant eyes were fixed on Lois.

Lois Lane frowned as she finished her own drink. She knew she shouldn't mix **** with those pills, but her ass had literally been turned inside out.

"How do I know you're telling the truth?" Lois asked.

"Come with me," Waller said. "See the facility. We'll want to give you a medical exam anyway. You can talk to the doctors, the patients. I can give you the clearance. Minus a few details about the origin of this wonder-****, it can be your first exclusive." Waller said.

The reporter's jaw worked as she mulled it over.

"We can't all be Wonder Woman, flying around with our perfect tits and punching evil in the face," the Black woman said, to cover the silence. "Sometimes, heroes are just those who do the dirty work. Firemen, doctors, soldiers, plumbers—these are the people that help society function, who save lives. Not always in flashy, dramatic ways. But this is your opportunity. What's more important? Keeping your asshole inviolate, or saving a few lives?"

Waller wasn't playing fair, and Lois Lane knew it...so it felt like a surrender when she said.

"Okay. I'll go to your facility. But if you're lying to me, about any of it—" Lane said, thinking about her smartphone, hidden under the towel, recording this entire conversation. "—and I'll blow this wide all over the internet to where even you can't contain it."

Waller didn't even smile. She refilled their glasses, and held hers up. The reporter raised hers, and the glasses clinked.

"I'm glad we've arrived at a mutual understanding, Miss Lane," she said. Waller stood up, not even slightly weak-kneed at the vodka she had drunk. "We'll leave whenever you're ready."

Lois Lane, stood up as well, making a show that she was not affected by the **** either...and turned to put on something other than a towel. This meant that she missed how Amanda Waller's eyes drifted down to where the towel didn't quite cover the reporter's ass, and the small, cold curl of the Black woman's lips.

What the reporter didn't know then is that while Waller was telling her the truth, it wasn't the entire truth...and the truth was, she wanted Lois Lane to incubate more than just Starro spawn. Yet all of that would unfold in time. Just as Waller and Luthor had agreed. The reporter didn't need to know the details of all that...or the plans that Waller had for her once-tight little ass.