Lois saves her husband.

Staggering back and dragging himself to lean against a police cruiser, Superman gasped and clutched at his chest like he was having a heart attack, because he may have well had been. That hit to the chest hurt as much as when he went toe to toe with Shazam with that lightning bolt to the chest he gave him. Looking back at the bank, his vision was still blurred and dazed, but it was focussed enough to still recognize the laser rifle that hit him being aimed and ready to fire again. Ducking to the side just in time for the green tinted plasma blast to leave a harsh scorch mark in the car door he propped himself against, Superman dragged himself up to his feet, clutching at his chest while he tried to find cover.

He could feel his strength returning, but the speck of gunfire ricocheting off his side and shoulder from the other weaponry the bank robbers used stung fiercely. But he was quickly recovering, the poisoning was wearing off when he regained his footing. But before he could duck behind another car where a pair of officers were waving to him to reach safety, another blast of green light struck out and impacted the Man of Steel’s leg, sending him back to the ground to clutch at his injury. Recoiling in pain as the gunfire bouncing off his body hurt more.

Watching Superman recoil from the gunfire, three of the bank robbers laughed to themselves, reduced to making pot shots to keep the man down and using the kryptonite plasma rifle to knock him back down.

“Hey Mark! You finished cleaning out that vault?” Called out the ringleader, grinning to himself as he aimed the plasma rifle to fire again, enjoying the sound of Superman crying out with each cheap shot.

“Almost done here boss, you done plucking the wings off that blue butterfly out there?”

The group laughed out loud as the rifle pinged, indicating that it was fully charged for the next shot.

“Yep, time for the ol headshot and escape boys, get the tear gas ready so we can blow this place.”

Aiming the rifle at the injured blue and red hero gasping for air and clutching at his kryptonite burns, the leader of the robbery smirked and pulled the trigger. But the moment he did, something landed like a ton of bricks in front of him and slammed down on the ground, taking the energy bolt like it was a gust of air, and saving Superman’s life.

“The fuck?”

Whoever it was, she was standing in front of the dazed and bewildered Man of Steel and keeping the ringleader from taking any other shots at him.

“Hey! You wanna take shots at someone? Why don’t you take a shot at me!” The stranger called out, pointing a thumb at her chest.

Glaring back at the woman, the leader flicked a switch on the plasma rifle, setting the weapon to fully automatic and unloaded it on the hooded woman. Thin streaks of green light spat out of the doorway of the national bank towards the woman who crossed her arms in front of her to take the dozens of energy blasts. Her sleeves and chest scorched and caught on fire as the energy burned right through the fabric. For a moment he thought his mind was playing tricks on him when it looked like she was getting off on it. Spreading her arms out and taking the shots to the chest, but every time she did, the shooter thought he saw the green energy get soaked up through what bare skin was exposed behind the remains of her burned hoodie sweater. And if his eyes were playing more tricks on him… It looked like she was getting stronger.

Ceasing his fire and looking back confused, the ringleader blinked in surprise when he noticed her looking down at her now more defined abdominal muscles and back at him with green glowing eyes. If he did not know any better, he swore he read her lips say ‘More’ when she suddenly charged forward. Panicking, everyone fired at the woman as she stormed up the stairs and barreled through the doors off their hinges like they were made of cardboard, knocking the gunmen off their feet and roll into a tumble until they stopped midway across the bank floor.

Getting up and rubbing his sore head, the man looked up to find the woman had his kryptonite rifle in her hands and breathing hard with clenched teeth. The woman pried out the weapon’s battery pack and crushed the rifle in her hand like it was made of tinfoil before biting into the battery and filling the room with a bright green glow.

“Boss! The hell is she doing?”

“Is she nuts?”

Then the glow died down, its energies pulled into the woman’s mouth and being absorbed into her system until the glow quickly died and she looked down at the spent battery with disappointment. Tossing the power pack away and glaring back at the five robbers, the woman leered with green glowing eyes and a wide smile.

“Oh you boys are in REAL trouble now!”