My Child

The cat-woman's tail thrashed in agitation as she said the words.

Lois Lane, still a little woozy from loss of blood, leaned against the elevator wall.

"I didn't know you were ever pregnant," the reporter said.

"I wasn't," Cheetah said, and the fur bristled around her neck. "Well...before my transformation, I had some of my eggs frozen. A few weeks ago, I...had a successful run of luck. Sixty million dollars in the bank. I thought...thought I could go straight. No more crime. Live off the interest, have a quiet life. Thought maybe I was ready for motherhood. This body...it isn't clear if I can get pregnant, normally. My genes are all messed up. But the eggs I stored are clean. So I had one inseminated. Ready for implantation."

One furry fist slammed into the wall of the elevator.

"And those cunts broke into the fertility clinic. They stole my fertilized embryo. Now I'm going to get it back."

Lois Lane nodded, and stared at the bloody corpse of Tonya Wong. The expression on the young woman's face was one of peace. Curiosity prompted a question:

"Did they take anything else from the fertility clinic?"

Cheetah turned, brow furrowed.

"No, they didn't. They took the embryo and my file. That was all."

"Why?" Lois said. "I mean, it almost sounds like they wanted you to find them..."

The elevator lurched to a halt. The door opened. And suddenly Lois Lane and Cheetah had much more immediate problems.