Lex Luthor

Lois turned to see a familiar bald head and smirk. Lex Luthor. Billionaire. Genius. He was holding a jewelry box toward her. Lois flexed her muscles.

"Sorry Lex. Bad time to propose."

He smirked, and opened the box. It contained green light. Lois wilted immediately, dropping Maria on the floor like a sack of potatoes. The light was pain.

"You're trespassing." He said, as she stepped closer. Lois' muscles screamed at her, and she backed away, crawling on the floor to put distance between herself and whatever Lex was holding.

"You'll...never...get away with this..." She said through gritted teeth, still crawling.

"And what exactly do you think I'm 'getting away with'?" His voice was calm, with a hint of smarm. She wanted to rip it off, but it was all she could do to keep moving. Her skin burned wherever the green light touched it.

"You've...kidnapped...these women. Look what you've...done to them!"

"I've kidnapped no one. These women are all volunteers. Subjects in a completely legitimate medical experiment. I have the paperwork to prove it. While you, Miss Lane, came to my club, engaged in illicit sex and **** use in the bathroom, then assaulted two of my employees and trespassed on my property. And I have video evidence to prove it."

Too late, Lois realized where Lex was herding her. But she crawled through the open doorway of the unoccupied cage, anything to get away from that damnable light. Then, as soon as the door slammed closed, the light went away. Almost immediately, Lois felt better. The pain and weakness left her. She stared through the bars at Lex, who held the closed box in his hand.

"You can wait there, while I call the authorities. That should make an interesting headline for the Daily Planet—'Star Reporter Arrested After ****-Fueled Sex Romp.'" His dry chuckle lacked any hint of mirth.