Lois Bides Her Time

"...my stomach sagging, baby weight from the last bastard still piled on, letting everyone know I'm a **** slut who can't keep her legs closed..."

Lois Lane knew she had to wait for the right moment. The Scarecrow was dangerous, and right now she was occupying all of his attention. One false move could be deadly. So she kept spinning her vision off into words, hoping to keep him occupied, bide her time until she could escape.

"...I remember what my mother looked like after she gave birth to my sister, the way her belly looked—they'd had to cut Lucy out of her—just like they had with me. Scar layered on scar, and daddy was already asking the doctor when they could try again, because he wanted a boy..."

She swallowed, feeling herself babbling, but it seemed to be working. The eyes of the mask were fixed on her. There was no distinctive bulge in his pants, but Lois imagined he had a jock strap and cup on, something to protect him from groin attacks.

"Interesting. Tell me...more about your parents." He raised one hand to brush at Lois Lane's dark hair, the dark green smoke misting out from his sleeve. Lois Lane's pulse quickened as a new chill ran through her belly, stomach full of ice water, knees shaking.

"Sh-she was beautiful but thin, oh so thin. I remember when she had Lucy, it was like this bloated tick hanging off of her, feeding on her...and dad was so thick and robust by comparison. I always wondered what it must have been like wh-when they fucked. We would hear noises sometimes...the bedsprings whining, headboard banging, and mom would be screaming, screaming, screaming and I thought she was in pain once, so I went in to see..."

"Yes," the Scarecrow breathed, leaning in close. "Tell me. What did you see?"

And for a moment Lois' vision swam, and it was her father's sweating, heaving face she saw there, twisted in a grimace as he fucked her mother as she lay bent over the bed, wrists tied...

Then a shadow fell over them. Something fallen from the rooftoop, like the shadow of a great bird...or bat...

The shadow swept the Scarecrow aside, sending the thin figure pinballing off the walls of the narrow alley. Lois shook her head and missed some of the action, but she heard the heavy thuds of boots impacting flesh. Her pussy was clamping the bottle it held so hard it hurt, and she dared not relax...but she managed to open her eyes in time to see the broken doll of the Scarecrow on the floor of the alley, an arm at wrong angles...and standing over him a cowled figure...