Hanging Around

Looking out over the Metropolis skyline with bleary eyes, it took Lois a minute to recognize that she wasn't... Well, dead. It took longer to process just HOW she wasn't dead.

A pole. One of those metal poles on the sides of buildings that typically show off a colorful flag of some kind... Only this one was showing off a reporter in all her bottomless glory. Some deity was either looking out for her, or tormenting her, because against all odds, the back of her shirt had caught on this pole.

Leaving her hanging there. Far from safe, but seemingly... Stable, for the moment? She took a breath and a moment to process this.

She was still way too high up. But her odds of surviving this did feel slightly better. She could see a courtyard down below! A fountain, some greenery and... A lot of people. They didn't seem to notice her yet. And with the building evacuated, and the fight raging above, Lois was alone--

A soft whirring ruined that thought. Slowly, a robot descended, hovering in front of Lane's face. One of the robots Superman was fighting! Albeit smaller.

"Uh... Hi." Lois attempted with a little smile. "I don't suppose you'd be willing to carefully take me to the ground--"

"Scanning." The robot sounded. A light engulfed Lois, making her flinch! But it seemed to be harmless. "Human female. Mid twenties. Korean descent."

"Yeah... That's me. Lois Lane, Daily Planet. I'd be happy to give you an interview if you'd just let me down from here..."

The drone seemed to ignore her, and instead, began to circle around! Her stomach, her legs, her back. This thing had no face, no expression, but "curious" was the only way to describe it.

"Hair: Black. Musculature: Average. Build: Slender." It rattled off. Lois began to get annoyed.

"Alright, this is getting a little invasive--"

"Backside: Above average." It continued, hovering near her exposed butt. She squirmed in response, swaying her hips away.

"Excuse me?!"

"Breast size: Minimal." It lingered near her chest, largely exposed by her shirt riding up.

"They're not-- They're modest!" Lois again squirmed, yet only seemed to shake her petite chest for the robot.

"Pubic hair density--"

That did it. As the bot hovered in front of her crotch, Lois kicked it with all the might she could muster! Sending it tumbling back through the air... And sending her shoe flying in the process.

"Y... Yeah! That'll teach you to mind a lady's personal space!" She shouted defiantly, as if her foot wasn't more injured than the perverted machine.

The robot didn't respond. It hovered menacingly. Lois stared it down, gulping, wondering if that would really work out to her benefit in the long run... When the robot opened fire!

A laser. Small. Green. Stinging her skin like a needle prick. "Ow!" Lois squeaked as it stung her stomach. Was this thing vindictive?! It circled around, stinging all around her exposed body!

"Ow! OW! Quit it!" She kicked and flailed in protest. Her stomach, her legs, her crotch, her butt-- The **** was relentless! Finally, either intentionally or accidentally, a laser hit her shirt...

The fabric burned, and Lois once again found her plummeting toward the ground, now completely naked!