End: Lois Lane Has No Problem With Breaking The Fingers Of A Slaver

The Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter was a good person. She genuinely didn't want to hurt anyone. Lois Lane had never sought out ****—but once driven to it, she followed through with sincerity and courage. A bad man might feel a hint of guilt at slamming a woman's fingers into a drawer until the bones cracked. Their heart might be moved by high-pitched screams of pain, or they might have drawn out the agony to please some sadistic impulse.

Lois Lane steeled her heart kept slamming until the fingers bent in the madam's hand bent in three different directions. She had no qualms about giving slavers a taste of their own medicine. It was the women here, like Batgirl, that she was thinking of...

...and in between the tears and the blubbering, the madam told her everything she needed to know.

How the girls were picked up in the club and brought here. How the mind-control chips were implanted in their skull to make them perfect prostitutes. It was a nasty, ugly scheme, some bizarre cyberpunk fantasy played out in real life, with real women. The madam described how she had to clean the women out afterwards...the risks of disease...how this was just a proving ground for the technology which could make perfect soldiers for the future. Programmable wives, Stepford-style. Workers who never unionized, never complained about their pay or sexual harassment. The first step into a brave new world where one man held the reins...and could make anyone do whatever he wanted.

If Lois Lane wasn't a good person, she wouldn't have stopped once she got what she needed. After all, the madam had two hands.

After that, it was only a manner of making a phone call, and waiting.

A tense hour passed, with the **** Batgirl and the madam gagged and tied to a chair. The reporter paced the room, wondering what she would do when the door opened. If it was whatever passed for security in this brothel, this den of technological sin...but her heart leaped when a dark, cowled visage opened the door...and the madam's eyes widened.

Criminals were a fearful and superstitious lot.

"The Batcar is right outside. Take her there. It'll drive itself. I've already contacted the Metropolis Police Department. No one will escape."

Lois picked up the limp redhead and carried her outside. Superman was waiting by the long, dark, sleek car. He gave her a smile.

"I'll make sure he doesn't kill anybody," he promised as Lois slid herself and Batgirl into the car...and then there was that eerie moment when the door shut, and the car began to drive itself. Off through the long dark night, towards Gotham...and whatever tomorrow would bring.