The Future

Doctor Midnite was too astute not to sense the tension, after Superman and the others left. He deftly looked at his watch and excused himself to go on an errand.

"I won't be far, if there's anything you need," he smiled and nodded at them before heading out.

The door shut, and Lois and Steel were alone.

Lois Lane couldn't read his features, when John Henry Irons was in his armor as Steel. The face was expressionless as a statue. So it was up to her to take a deep breath, find the courage, and say:

"I'm keeping the babies."

His head inclined slightly. One hand leaning on his hammer. His voice, modulated through the armor's speakers, came out oddly flat.

"What about...us?" He paused for a moment. "J'onn can probably undo the...mental programming, or whatever Lex did to us. After that, you might not feel the same way as you did before."

"As I do now," Lois sighed and drew her knees up, so that she could lean forward and rest her elbows on them. The sheet was down by her ankles, giving the armored superhero a lurid view, but Lois didn't care. It was nothing he hadn't seen before.

"I don't know, John. I don't know how this sort of thing is supposed to go. They don't cover 'hypnotized to love big black cock' in sex ed. There's no rulebook for what happens when you're unmarried and get knocked up and it turns out that maybe you don't love the man you feel like you love because Lex Luthor fucked with your brain."

His great metal shoulders were hunched, and Lois suddenly recalled the image of Rodin's Thinker, lost in thought. When he spoke again, it was with that same measured cadence.

"They're my babies too. I'll support you, whatever your decision is. I think we should let J'onn remove the programming...I don't like the idea of either of us being under someone else's influence. But after that...if you want...we could see how we are together."

Lois couldn't suppress a smirk. "You want to date?"

His head turned, and Lois wondered if he was smiling beneath that mask. "I thought a straight proposal of marriage might be a bit...precipitous."

"I'd marry you," the reporter said as she spread her legs a little wider. "Sure it isn't that you want another crack at this white woman's pussy?"

There was an almost silent whir of electric motors as Steel stood up to his full height.

"Miss Lane, are you trying to seduce me? You know we shouldn't...we're both still under the influence of whatever Luthor did to us. That's why I think we should...take it slow. I don't want you to be trapped in a relationship you come to regret."

Lois chewed that thought over in her mind. In truth, she realized that John Henry Irons was being smart...even wise. There was no guarantee that both of them wouldn't be traumatized once whatever was pushing them to fuck each other was removed. The reporter could even feel the desire to tease him further, maybe get him to take off the armor and let her ride that big black dick one more time...

But is that really me thinking that, or Luthor's programming? Lois wondered. Do we take things slow...or do I just give in to it?