Bring Lois Back To His Lair

Gas vented from the Scarecrow's sleeve. Lois Lane tried not to breathe, but his fist hit her stomach, a single calculated blow that made her gasp in pain—and suck in the foul chemical. Almost immediately, darkness took her.

In her dreams, she could not move. She could feel him, slowly slicing away her clothes, revealing her body. Lois wanted to scream, to fight, but her stubborn limbs were frozen. The knife slid between her legs. A thin, cold hardness, pressing gently into the cleft of her labia. The blade pressing into her hardening clit. Then with a sudden ****, it moved, slicing upwards...

Lois awoke gasping, cold with sweat. Her body tried to convulse, only to find itself bound down. She looked down and saw herself strapped down to a hospital bed, naked, nipples jutting up between the brown straps. Her heart pounded in her chest and she sucked in air, trying to control her breathing, to calm down.

Cement walls. Dark, dank, but clean. The tall figure of the Scarecrow was hunched over a table of beakers and glassware, a laptop, some electronic equipment that Lois didn't recognize. The bottle, now empty, stood on the edge of the counter.

He turned from the screen. "Ah, you are awake Ms. Hatcher. Or should I call you Joanne?"

The reporter swallowed. That was the name on her fake ID in her wallet, the Scarecrow must have gone through it.

"Where are we?" She said, staring around, trying to get her bearings, but the space was partially closed off by hospital curtains.

"My laboratory. Not much, I must admit—what equipment I cannot buy I have to steal—but enough so that I can continue with my research. Speaking of which, you have brought me some rather fascinating raw material to work with."

In one gloved hand, he held up a vial with a familiar grey-white goo.

"At first, I believed this to an unusually active semen sample. But it turns out to be much more than that. It is still viable, though ejaculation must have occurred some hours ago...and there are biochemical triggers which are very similar to some of my own fear toxin, though instilling lust rather than fear. Chemicals I believe I can synthesize, if I can get more. Where did you get this?"

Lois shook. She wasn't about to give this bastard any information.

"Let me go," the reporter lied smoothly. "And I'll tell you."

He hesitated. "I am afraid not. I still need your assistance for an experiment."

The villain held up a vial of some green liquid. "This is a concentrated dose of my fear toxin. When combined with the sample you provided—" he poured the green mixture into the white. Almost immediately, the mixture turned smoky, and then black "—it should create a combination far more potent than my own efforts at adding aphrodisiacs. I will be curious to see its effects on you...when applied internally."