Event Worthy Plan

“Are you absolutely sure you can do this mama?” Cheryl asked Lois, who was standing on top of the Daily Planet’s globe. “Because besides the fact you are literally asking dad to fuck you hard enough to possibly shatter the planet, you are going to some how open a portal-“

“Womb hole”. Ovyah clarified, flicking a bug away from the tassles of her bikini top.

“Womb hole, right. That would allow a giant version of your Djinn self,” Cheryl scanned her mother with her supervision again, trying to see if she can get rid of the odd overlay affect that is blurring multiple dimensions on top of her. It didn’t work. “During which you would give birth to hundreds if not thousands of inviduals from potential futures and couplings.”

Ovyah nodded with bright smile on her face. “Doing so will probably knock me down to semi-phenomenal, nearly-cosmic instead of my full blown reality warping.”

“Which doesn’t that say something.” Cheryl mumbled to herself.

“But as long as Clark makes enough small wishes, I shouldn’t get too antsy.” Ovyah ignored her daughter.

Both women perked up as they heard the tell-tale sound of Superman approaching. Cheryl floated off of the globe and into the air. “And this is my cue to skedadle!” She flew off in a black and blue blur just as Clark landed next to his wife. Both parents traced their daughters arc to the Andromeda galaxy, then turned towards each other. Clark opened his mouth to make the wish.

Later that week in the Hall of Justice, Watchtower Station

“...And so the Guardians have moved our case up in priority, but with recent crises across the Sectors they haven’t been able to devote much time to the mysterious women who,” Jessica Cruz paused in her report to the other League heads, cringing at what was on the paper. “‘Birthed’ so many people.” She glanced over to Batman who gave a small nod of encouragement.

Orion of New Genesis, at the meeting as a consultant, looked over his copy of the files. “I see why you called me. This woman definitely is the correct size to be of Fourth World if we were to travel to Earth without a Boom Tube, but I couldn’t tell you of any New God, Apokolitian or New Genesian, who would do this.” The scion of Darkseid pinched the bridge of his nose beneath his helmet. “I will speak with Highfather to see if he knows more.” He stood up from the table and collected the files, nodding to the League, and left the Hall.

Wonder Woman looked around the room. “On that note, how is everyone adjusting?” Batman didn’t grimace but the slight movement of his fingers on the table indicated he was ready to throw it. Aquaman was fairly relaxed, Flash simply looked like he didn’t want to be there, Hawkgirl was actually looking at her phone and smiling, and Superman looked as though he had stopped breathing. Though with him it was more of a question of if he chose to.

Diana shook her head. “It cannot be that bad?”

Batman didn’t turn his head but Diana could feel his glare. “I currently have to deal with a twenty-year old female metahuman who was under the impression I was dead for over half her life, and explain why I have not married her mother.” Everyone at the table winced at the failed wedding of Selina Kyle and Bruce Wayne, but know it’s still coming since she moved back to the mansion.

“Yeah, I’m gonna have to agree with Bats.” Wally said, running a hand through his red hair. “Dealing with kids you didn’t expect or raise isn’t exactly easy.”

“Outrageous! My friends, how can you be so glum?” Aquaman stood up from his chair triumphantly. “Why this is an exciting adventure! Now that we can see how our children turn out, we can raise them even better by tailoring to their personalities!”

Jessica shook her head and looked over Shayera’s phone. “So, that’s Rex huh?”

Shayera nodded, smiling over the photos of a black man in gray Thanagarian armor. “Hm hm. I must have taken him to Thanagar if he decided to be so traditional.”

Diana glanced over at Superman, questioning if she should mention their child, but felt better of it. He had enough problems with Lois being pregnant and getting his daughter back. “I suppose there isn't much else we can do today, we should head home.” The rest of the League murmured agreements and left the room, Diana holding back a second as the remaining two Trinity didn’t move from their chairs, before exiting herself.

Neither men spoke a word for several minutes, thankful that the Hall of Justice was in a pocket dimension when the argument started so no one could hear them. “I have only one question Clark: ‘How?’” Batman didn’t even turn from the psychodelic wall he was facing, Superman perpendicular to his vision. To Clark’s ears, it may as well have been a scratch on a blackboard an atom away.

“Lois is the incarnation of a djinn of lust preceding possibly even Fourth World, and I awakened her powers when I intercepted a LexCorps shipment containing her lamp.” Clark copied his friend, not actually looking at him but staring into the phasic void.

“And that explains everything?”

“She has unlimited power with the caveat of everything being sex based. She had to birth everyone while orgasming for it to work.” Bruce’s mask raised slightly, asking for clarification. “I had sex with my wife so fast and so hard that it would have shattered the planet, because her djinn self took on aspects I found attractive in other women.”

“Including the powers and abilities of your trans-dimensional cousin and Diana.”

“Among others and physical aspects, yes.”

Bruce turned to face Clark completely. “You caused a mass panic around the globe to justify the return of one person from non-existence.” Batman’s eyes narrowed to thin slits. “Can your alien mind even comprehend what I’m feeling right now?”

Superman didn’t turn, only steepled his hands. “I can because I’m feeling it too. Lois changed, and not for the better. Her powers require her to grant a wish fairly regularly or else...”

“Or else what.”

“Or else she may go on a rampaging sexual frenzy where the laws of reality are but rice paper to her whims. And she can only grant my wishes.”

Batman said nothing, just stalked out the portal and into the statioj proper, his cloak wrapping around his movements like an angry shadow.

Superman followed after him and stopped at his station quarters, hearing two familiar moans inside. He quirked an eyebrow and used the manual release to open the door slowly and slip inside, letting it close behind him.

“Oh hey honey!” Lois said where she was sprawled across his bunk, a svelte woman with black hair slurping at her naked crotch. “Look who I found!” Clark leaned over his wife and noticed the bandages across the woman’s face.

“Lashina.” Superman said with a sight, the New God smiling, before Lois pulled her back into her cunnilingus.

“And she brought a gift!” Lois singsonged, pulling a picture from behind her head. In it was a dark haired young man in traditional Apokoliptian armor floating above a kneeling horde of parademons in a ransacked city. “I didn’t have to do anything for this one! Ooh!” Lashina’s face was covered.

Clark pinched the bridge of his nose.