End: For Blaze, Yes. For You...

"...you're still pregnant," Zatanna said.

The magician gave the reporter a tight-lipped smile. Lois Lane placed a hand on her stomach. The other heroines picked themselves up and shook off the dust. Some of them looked a little worse for wear.

"That uh...that reminds me. Who is the father?" The reporter asked.

The moon was brilliant on top of the Daily Planet building; it lent the brass globe a strange, unearthly glow, like pale gold. Lois Lane stared up at it, waiting, hoping, almost praying. As if that dead hunk of rock held an answer for her. Then she turned around and looked into Superman's eyes.

"...she told me that she needed sperm that was strong...that would guarantee conception. So she used yours. I'm sorry I...I didn't know at the time. I would have asked if I had. I understand if you're...if you..."

He stepped toward her. Red boot on concrete. Taller than Lois Lane, but not floating or flying. For a moment he looked less like an alien demigod and more like a man. Superman raised his hands, palms up, and she slipped her own into them...and then he bent down on one knee.

Brought his lips to her knuckles.

Looked up into her eyes.

"Lois...I know we haven't exactly done this the traditional way...and I don't have a ring..."

She sucked in her breath.

"Are you actually going to ask to marry me just because I got knocked up?" she said. Something between wonder and incredulousness in her voice.

He broke into a smile. The moon glinted off those perfect white teeth.

"No. But because I should have asked you a long, long time ago."

His hands moved apart. He pressed his ear against her stomach...and Lois Lane was suddenly aware of how close he was to her pussy. Only a few thin layers of cloth separated them. It was the nearest she had been to a man...a real man, not a demonic dickgirl like Blaze...in a long, long time.

"Well," Lois heard her voice joke. "I won't say no, but there's one sure-fire way to get me to scream 'yes.'"

It was a bad joke. A terrible joke. Possibly the worst, most ill-timed, corniest dirty joke in Lois Lane's entire life.

Yet a moment later her pants and panties were rolled down to their knees, her thighs rested atop his red cape, and Superman's tongue lapped with earnest seriousness at her slit. Like a puppy that had discovered food in its bowl. Lois Lane's back was planted against the base of that great brass globe, she looked up at the moon that rose above it in the sky, and screamed her answer into the darkness.

Of all the ways Lois Lane's night out could have ended, there was nothing wrong with this one.

Though she still wasn't quite sure what had happened to those missing women...