Chapter 15 by Zeebop

Does Lois Lane escape?

Lois Escapes...Just As Harley and Ivy Planned

Naked, alone, and in pain—yet still alive, awake, and now on her feet, sperm drying on her thighs. Lois Lane looked up and saw an open window on the wall, and beyond that, a piece of the moon glowed over a rooftop. The reporter's mouth set in a tight line as she began to plan her escape.

Eight minutes later, Ivy and Harley watched on the monitor as Lois Lane's bare ass disappeared through the window. The door from the roof to the building below was unlocked; the reporter would find herself in a closed used clothing store, with a working telephone behind the counter. Harley tapped a finger and the monitor switched to another camera, the naked reporter's breasts now appearing on screen as she crawled out of the window and, keeping low, slunk toward the door.

"You sure about this Pammy?" Harley said.

"Did you want to keep her locked up for forty weeks?" Ivy said. "No, it's best this way. Lois Lane goes back to her old life and deals with the pregnancy on her own."

"She could call the Bat," Harley pointed out.

Ivy's lips parted into a smile. "Oh, I'm counting on it. I'm sure he'll be very interested to know where his sperm sample went."

Harley raised an eyebrow. "What, you think he's pro-life?"

"I think," Ivy said smugly. "That if there's a sperm sample labeled as Batman's, the one thing you can absolutely be certain of is that it isn't his."

"Then who...?" Harley paused to click the button again. The camera shifted to inside the shop, where the reporter was struggling into an oversized hoodie. They saw her pick up the phone.

"That is what I want to find out," Ivy said. "And that's why I had you hide that bug in her hair. Lane doesn't even know it's there. But when Batman tells her whose sperm that really is, we'll be listening in."

The women watched silently. After a while, Harley clicked to the next camera. The long, sleek black shape of the Batmobile had pulled into the alley outside. They watched as a door opened, and Lois Lane, now dressed in her borrowed clothes, slid in. The door closed, and the car moved off.