End: Matches Malone Buys Lois Lane

"Two million," a figure said from a far table. All eyes turned to find the source of the flat, nasal Jersey accent. There was a little stick of wood between thumb and forefinger, a plaid suit so loud it could probably be seen from orbit, and he was wearing sunglasses at night.

"Matches Malone," Luthor said, and raised an eyebrow. "That's a high bid. I must inform you that we don't extend...credit."

The goomba of Gotham tsk'd, flipping his trademark match in the air in an easy spinning arc, and catching it.

"I represent a consortium of interests, Baldy," He flashed a smile, mustache squirming on his face like a living thing. "Any bid I make, I'm good for it."

"Hmm," Lex Luthor wavered. However insufferable he was, Malone was well-connected among the Gotham gangsters. If anyone could represent the interests of the scattered crime families, it would be him. That was the entire reason the scientist had bothered calling him. "The standing bid is two million dollars. Do I hear higher?"

On the stage, Lois Lane stared out vacantly into the crowd. She was starting to drool a little. Mercy Graves took out a handkerchief and dabbed it away from the corner of the brainless bimbo's mouth.

In the end, Matches Mallone paid four million for Lois Lane. Luthor's concerns vanished as the wire transfer completed, and Mallone put his own trenchcoat over her shoulders as he led the docile, cow-like dickgirl into his waiting car.

"Pleasure doin' business wit' you, Baldy!" Mallone gave his characteristic winning smile. Luthor remained stone-faced, though inwardly he was glad to see the Gotham goomba go...and with him, all the problems of the night.

"Are you sure that was wise, sir?" Mercy Graves said. "Lane could have been leverage against Su—the alien. Even in her state."

Luthor shook his head. "I calculated the odds. The chances of an irate Superman doing something unfortunate were too high. Now if he needs to vent his spleen, he has a much more rewarding target."

The scientist allowed himself a grin. He almost wished he could be a fly on the wall when Superman discovered what "Matches Mallone" had done to his precious Lois Lane...

Hours later, in Gotham.

For the two hundredth time, the Man of Steel crossed the floor of the Batcave. Alfred stood nearby, with a tea trolley. Watching the most powerful man in the world pace, utterly helpless.

"Anything?" he asked.

Batman, still dressed in Matches Mallone's plaid jacket, did not bother to look up from the monitor. Lois Lane lay inside the MRI machine, staring up at nothing. On the screen, a three-dimensional image of her brain rotated, most of it a dull grey.

"Oracle," the Batman spoke. "How is it coming?"

"The backdoor you provided has linked me to Luthor's private network in the lab," the hacker spoke, voice distorted by the computer speakers. "I've downloaded all of his data and planted viruses. His whole system will be wiped in hours."

The Batman stooped, eyes leaden. It was almost dawn. Alfred was there with a cup of tea, which the dark knight accepted and swallowed without a second thought.

"It's a type of brain damage I've never seen before," he spoke out loud, for Superman's benefit. "Systemic, catastrophic loss of neural connections and apparent inability to form new ones. Stable, not degenerative, but...it appears permanent. Even if the red kryptonite-induced mutation—" he indicated the flaccid cock between the reporter's legs "—disappears on the normal time schedule, I don't see how the neural pathways can repair themselves."

Superman dropped his head. Batman walked over to him, rest a hand on his shoulder.

"Clark...this doesn't mean to give up hope. I've already contacted some of our off-world allies. There's a chance their technology could reverse this process."

The Man of Steel looked up. "And if it can't be reversed?"

Alfred, ever the diplomat, coughed politely. "If I may say gentleman...you may need to consider...quality of life."

"Euthanasia?" Superman's face twisted in a grimace.

"No. I was thinking...well...as it stands right now, from my understanding Lois Lane is one of the few women genetically compatible with Kryptonians." Alfred chose his next words carefully. "While I wouldn't normally suggest this, she might...it might be a way to honor her memory, to save a species from the brink of extinction."

"Thank you Alfred," Batman said. "Let's hope...it doesn't come to that."

On the table, staring into the distance, Lois Lane's cock twitched. A thin line of wetness ran down from her pussy, pooling beneath her. But whatever tomorrow might bring...the day was dawning. Superman would stay by her side, while the human men went off to catch a few hours of rest. Tomorrow was another day, but for Lois Lane, her long night out was finally over.