Go see Dr. Katari

This is getting weird. You decide to head down to the med bay to talk to Dr. Katari. There's nobody else in around and you find her in her office checking a file by an open filing cabinet. "Busy?" you ask as you knock on the open door.

"Oh!" She brushes her hair over her ear. "Hi Shadow. What finally brings you back to the office?"

"I think you know."

"Because you are finally taking a proper interest in maintaining your health?" she says with a straight face.

"It has more to do with a certain message I received from a certain doctor."

"Did Dr. Alfred send you something?" She still doesn't show any signs of revealing her intentions with that message.

"Um no..." Does she really not know what's going on? "You did. And I'm not sure it's entirely appropriate behavior."

"I appreciate you dropping by, but I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't send you anything."

You fish out your communicator and pull up the message. "Then who sent me this?" You show her the image and her eyes almost fall out of her head.

"Ohmigod! That's me! But how? Who? Nononono...." She starts hyperventilating.

"Okay just calm down. Deep breaths." You hurry around her desk and help her into her chair. Standing behind her, you start giving her a shoulder rub until her breathing returns to normal. "Let's start over. Are you saying that you didn't send me this picture and tell me to come here?"

"I didn't even take that picture!" she says in a panic. "It's not possible. Unless... Oh no!" She clasps her hands over her mouth.

"What is it?"

"Working in a superpowered environment, sometimes you are exposed to...unusual things with unexpected results. When treating Superman once for an alien toxin, I contracted something akin to multiple personalities. The other personality would manifest itself when I was feeling...erm...horny..."

"And you think that's what is happening?"

"It has to be. It's the only logical explanation. I've been clear for months, but ever since you came in after that ordeal with Supergirl I've been thinking about, well, you. And what we did. And what I want you to do to me...." she drifts a bit.

"So what needs to be done to cure you?" you ask, reeling her back in.

Dr. Katari bites her lower lip. "Uh well... I thought once the toxin was out of my system that I was all better. But what cured Superman was acting out those sexual desires."

"And yours are about me?"

She gives an embarrassed nod as the blush takes over her face. "I can't ask you to get involved. This isn't your fault. I'm sure I can find another way. Maybe a filtering of my fluids. Or hypnotherapy. Or a new ****. I'm sure Alfred can whip something up."