Lois Lane gets her own personal nanny

Lois Lane looked down at the pink diaper this odd woman just put her in. She had to do this so she could investigate the strange nursery, but she needed to get away from this matron woman. "Thanks," Lois said insincerely. "But I don't need any more treats... I'll be good on my own from here." Lois examined her bare feet, her pink diaper, the sippy cup in her hand. She was still wearing the spandex top and leather jacket at least, but was irritated by how pushy the woman was. "Could I get my shoes back?"

The matron took her by the arm, escorting her into another room. "No, dearie," the woman said, her voice sweet but condescending. "I know you like your dress-up shoes, but we both know they're inappropriate." The matron led Lois to long hallway, with metallic pods off to one side. She stopped at an odd keypad, in pastel colors just like everything else, perfect for the giant playroom vibe, and began typing in a series of commands. "I'm so excited for you, sweetie. I think you're really going to enjoy what's in store!" Her enthusiasm grew increasingly unnerving.

Toyman watched from the security room, entering a series of commands on a similar panel of his own.

The matron finally led Lois into another room next to the pod. Lois wasn't surprised to see that it was another large nursery, with all sorts of toys scattered around, but there were no other people. Hopefully she could get away soon to investigate. "What's this?" Lois asked.

The woman clapped her hands together, her face delighted. "Your own private nursery!" She said. "The perfect place for your to get acclimated."

"I don't need to get acclimated," Lois said. "I was just... curious."

She gave Lois a gentle pat on the back. "Oh, I know, and curiosity is the sort of thing that can get a girl in trouble."

"I'm not a girl," Lois said, beginning to lose her patience with the woman. But there was a loud metallic THUNK and a mechanical hiss from outside of the room. There was a mini-kitchen adjacent to the nursery, with a retro 50's aesthetic, and part of the wall slid open, a hidden door that led back into winding corridors. Maybe that would be the lead Lois was looking for.

Before the seasoned reporter could investigate, machinery whirred from within and she heard a conveyor belt running. Soon, a tall woman stood in the door. Her hair was blond and done in upright pinned curls that wouldn't look out of place on an Stepford housewife. Her makeup was tasteful, and her pink lipstick perfectly accented the pink and white checked dress she wore, just like her white apron matched her white heels. But that wasn't the strangest thing. The woman's proportions were delicate and feminine, but she towered over Lois, easily 6'6", if not taller. Her hands were clasped together and there was a pleasant smile on her face, but otherwise she wasn't moving. "What the fuck?" Lois asked, her unease growing.

"Language!" The matron chastised her. There was a loud ding and a light flashed in the large woman's eyes. "Here's your new treat, hon. Still a prototype, but she's a personal nanny, just for you! Exactly what you need for your new role!"

The woman stepped out of the door and into the nursery, the eerie smile spreading further across her face. Her hands were still clasped as she walked, but there was an odd lifelessness in her eyes. Was this a real person? Or some strange robot? "Hello, there!" she said, her voice tinny, but distorting, like it was trying to sound more natural as she spoke. Her eyes locked onto Lois, and the reporter felt a surge of dread. "I'm your new nanny! Where should we begin?"