Walk Out of Here

Lois Lane blinked, not sure she had heard Poison Ivy correctly...but the villain was not finished.

"Walk, but do not run. Do not attempt to cover yourself. I want everyone in Metropolis to see your glowing ass and tits. So get out there and walk until morning's light. Go!"

The final word was like a railroad spike driven into the reporter's brain. With swift, methodical movements, the naked reporter turned and headed toward the door.

Bright green Lois Lane glowed, as if glowstick fluid flowed through her veins. It seemed to burn especially bright around her breasts, buttocks, crotch, and face as she felt those eyes lock onto her nude form. It was dizzy and distracting...the moreso because when Lois Lane blinked, she found the inside of her eyelids glowed brightly too.

Yet the crowd seemed to melt away from Lois as she strode toward them. Unwilling to get too close...or perhaps this was another expression of Ivy's influence, her ability to manipulate the crowd. Lois grimaced as she wondered what had happened to the missing women, who had probably been experiments leading up to what Ivy had done to her...and then Lois was outside, the cool air on her skin, the hard concrete beneath her bare feet.

She began to walk, with no conscious idea of where she was walking to...and felt doubly conspicuous, for outside of the club Ivy's influence ended. Even on the streets of Metropolis, a woman could be a target...a naked woman an invitation...and a glowing, naked woman was a flame that would attract some very rapacious moths.