End: This Is Not Lois Lane's Life Now

The wee hours of the night brought quiet. Poison Ivy prepared Lois Lane for transport. The former reporter, and current plant-woman, felt the spade disrupting the soil around her roots. The moment of disquieting nausea as Ivy, grunting at the reporter's hundred and fifteen pounds, lifted her clear of the soil. The tie of the burlap around her roots, tight and binding.

Lois wasn't sure how long she sat like that. Out of the soil, her senses seemed dulled. She could feel the soft pad of Ivy's feet as she left for a moment. Heard the opening and closing of the door.

Then and only then did something land on the dirt, not far from her. Hands lifted her up easily...and carried the Lois-plant away.

There was a confusing medley of sensations. Rushes of movement and long quiet pauses, when it seemed that the figure holding her did not even breathe. Away from the grow lights, Lois's flowers closed. Her roots continued to try and process nutrients from the soil, but her plant-like anatomy was shifting to these new conditions. Like a flower ready for transplant.

For a long time, she dreamed.

It was like sunbathing. The reporter lay sprawled, naked, on an endless field of grass. She could feel each blade whisper a single note in an endless, awesome chorus that swelled and quieted with the blowing of the wind. Her nude body drank in the light, and Lois sang with them. A single quiet note...and it was so sensual as the wind kissed her skin. Nipples hard. Her pussy dripped into the soil, and a blade of grass between her thighs sang its thanks.

Then the sun...moved.

Lois awoke.

Superman and Batman were standing over her.

The reporter blinked...and then was surprised that she could blink. She looked around, and down at herself...

A white sheet preserved her modesty, but Lois immediately saw that she was naked...and that her skin was a pale green. Tubes were in her arms, blood flowing down into her. She raised a hand and looked at it. Aside from the color, it was no different than it had been at the start of the night. No bark, no roots, no flowers...she looked up at Superman and Batman, licked her lips...the tongue felt oddly thick and furry, but the teeth were there and...

"What...happened?" Lois said. Her voice was a little thick, but it was her voice.

"Poison Ivy subjected you to an accelerated genetic graft process," the Caped Crusader's voice was a quiet growl. "I was there investigating certain disappearances when I saw what happened to you. This is S.T.A.R. Labs. They've managed to mostly reverse the changes, although they say you'll likely experience a few side effects."

"I'm green," Lois said. She felt a little light-headed. Sleepy. Superman took her left hand and gave it a little smile.

"Chlorophyll. You've still got a touch of plant DNA, although the more gross physical changes have reverted," the Man of Steel ran his thumb over her hand. "How do you feel?"

Lois blinked. The Green dream was fading in her mind. She tried to focus on her body.

"Tired. Hungry. Horny," she tasted that last word. It was true. She could still feel her pussy wet and damp between her legs, an odd heat. "The one in charge—they wanted to pollinate me."

Vivid violet eyes turned up to look at Superman. His hand was so warm. "Will you pollinate me?"

"That's my cue to leave," Batman turned to go. "The rest of the Justice League can handle Poison Ivy and the other villains in the club...you'd better stay here to watch after Lois. They might try to take her back."

The reporter was pulling at Superman's arm. She pressed his hand against the skin of her cheek. It was like being kissed by the sun. "You're so warm..." her mouth opened and enveloped his thumb. Instinctively, she began to suck.

"Lois..." Superman said as the Dark Knight. "We shouldn't...you don't know what you're doing..."

The reporter let the sheet fall from her breasts. The hardening nipples were a pale shade of green. Lois Lane's fingers grabbed at Superman's pants.

Some plants want to be watered...and before this night was out, Lois Lane was determined that her garden would be properly seeded.