Helgrammite

"My mate..." Lois Lane whispered, antennae wiggling, honey dripping from between her thighs, ants crawling up toward their queen in silent worship.

The door to the White Room was thrown back, and the man in the suit yelped, retreating as something entered. Something inhuman. Compound eyes glittering, mandibles clacking, it moved forward to embrace the insect queen.

"...like a mix between grasshopper and a man, Mr. Luthor," the technician explained. "Bipedal, but at least seven feet tall, hunched over, long spindly limbs, covered in some kind of exoskeleton. It picked the subject up and...broke containment."

The bald scientist stared impassively, face stuck in a perpetual frown.

"Graves, visual confirmation?" He ordered.

"We have footage from the security cameras; they match our file images for Helgrammite, 98% certainty."

Luthor turned to the scientist next to him. Vivid red hair, a white waistcoat over green leotards. "Isley, status on the subject?"

"From the limited data your technician managed to get...I'd say she's fertile. In her current state, if inseminated, she could lay a thousand eggs." She took a breath and raised an eyebrow. "There is no way to anticipate how the Helgrammite's DNA will mix with her altered Kryptonian matrix, we're not talking helpful honeybees pollinating the flowers. Think locusts."

Lex steepled his fingers together. "Then we can't allow that to happen. Anything else?"

"They'll need a nest. Somewhere safe, secure, warm, and with a massive food supply."

The bald industrialist closed his eyes. "And the alien is out in space. Very well. I'll have to make some calls."

On the roof, three figures descended. Red capes flapped in the wind. Moonlight glinted off armored bustier. Wonder Woman, Supergirl, and Power Girl landed on the roof.

"Thank you for coming," Luthor said. "As I told you over the phone, we have a situation...and time is of the utmost essence."

Isley surveyed the wreckage of the White Room. A very promising series of experiments, now completely ruined. One of the technicians looked around confusedly, sifting through the rubble.

"What is it?" She asked.

"The red kryptonite sample...the one used on the subject," he said. "I can't find it!"

Isley cursed. If Helgrammite had grabbed it...and Luthor was sending two Kryptonians after him...this night was about to go from bad to worse.