29

The Lane Compound, Metropolis

Lois stared out onto the skyline of Metropolis holding a glass of wine. Hidden behind bulletproof glass, she watched the sun dipping behind the towering skyline.

Knock, knock…

After a long pause, Lois took a sip from her drink. She knew it was Olsen. Her useless husbands most trusted lap dog. A weak ginger with a knack of getting on her nerves with his foolishness.

"Shit,"

She heard him curse loudly from the other side of the door.

"Super hearing was a real bitch," she thought.

Again, she took another long sip from her glass of wine, almost draining it completely. She knew she was going to need it if she was going to make it through this conversation without killing the fool.

The two large double doors at the entrance to her bedroom cracked open. Lois closed her eyes as she listened for Jimmy to finally make his presence known. She heard him curse under his breath as he gathered himself to speak.

"Ms. Lane…"

His timid voice called out.

"Is there a reason for your most unwelcome visit, Olsen?" Lois asked coldly.

"Ma'am…."

He started, but Lois cut him off before he could finish.

"Didn't I tell you to not refer to me as 'ma'am', Olsen," Lois growled. "Ma'am is for referring to old women."

Lois felt Jimmy rolling his eyes behind her.

"Roll your eyes again and I will return you to my husband without them," she added. "And it's Mrs. Lane-Kent to you..."

"I'm sorry…" he replied.

He took a deep breath and paused for a moment.

"Mrs.… Lane... Kent,"

Lois heard the distain in his voice. She knew the fucking farm boy hated being reminded he was married to her. No one around him ever referred to her as 'Ultraman's wife'. She was Ma'am or worse. However, to her ignorant husband, she was the one woman who would survive having sex with his alien ass. She made sure of that. All those treatments weren't for nothing. Whether he liked it or not, she was his wife and the rest of his lackies should know better by now. She was here to stay and no foreign whore was going to replace her. He'll get tired of the lack of sex eventually. She just needed to wait him out.

Lois scoffed, "Better. Now tell me why you've come..."

"Just a message from Ultraman," he replied.

Lois looked over her shoulder, amused at the notion that Clark had needed his lap dog to deliver a message.

"... And why didn't he deliver it in person?"

Jimmy entered the room.

"He's busy," Olsen replied.

The young ginger man had a yellow envelope in his hand. Lois pointed to a desk that was on the far side of the room. He sauntered over to the desk and the yellow envelope on the desk as he looked over at had a smirk on his face.

"Is there anything else you require Lois," he asked grinning from ear to ear. "I was ordered to deliver it and return to my station. We wouldn't want to anger Ultraman now, would we?"

"My husband would never get angry with me."

Olsen laughed, "And that would explain him avoiding you for the past decade..."

Lois glanced over her shoulder. Jimmy's youthful face beamed with amusement. His cheeky demeanor got under her skin.

"Leave me… Before I decide to send you back to my 'beloved husband' in pieces…"

Jimmy left Lois's chambers, with his head held high. Lois watched his reflection leave in disgust.

"Arrogant boy," she grumbled.

Straightening herself up, she walked over to her desk. Reaching for the envelope, Lois hesitated for a moment.

"What are you up to Ultraman?" she muttered.

Ultraman was a fool. He kept enemies close. A spike of fear ran through her. What if he knew of her communications with Darkseid? Lois immediately shook the thought from her mind. She had been so careful. There was no way he did. She'd weeded out most of the men loyal to him from around her. One good fuck from her broke the will of every man. The fell under her power, yet Ultraman remain out of her grasp.

Lois cursed under her breath as she opened the envelope and swiftly, she pulled out its content. It was him with another woman. He had sent her pictures with himself and ... a new fixation. Lois's pensive gaze looked over the images one by one. Even from the images, she saw the attention which he displayed toward her. She would even call it, care. Ultraman cared for no one. What was so special about this oversized woman?

She was obviously much younger than Lois. A fit yet curvy build. And most importantly, she had the deepest of blue eyes paired with darker honey skin.

"So, you've taken a whore farm boy…" she cursed.

Tossing the photographs back onto the table, Lois made a beeline for another glass of wine.

"Fuck the glass,"

Lois hurdled the glass into the wall behind her and grabbed the whole bottle instead. She tossed her head back and brought the bottle to her lips as the wine poured into her mouth. Once empty, Lois looked back at the photographs on her desk. Lois's head lingered tilted back for a moment before suddenly she tightened her grip on the empty bottle in her hand. The glass began to crack between her fingers as the scent of blood filled the room. She started to pace back and forth. In between her pacing, she kept walking past the photos of the youthful honey skinned woman. Her cut hand left a trail of blood behind her as she paced. In her drunken daze, her eyes lingered on a singular photograph.

Ultraman was helping the woman out of his SUV. His eyes, laced with a hint of red, stared at her with a loving, lustful gaze. He stared at her as if he held the world in his hand. She was his world. The longer her eyes remained on the photograph, the more enraged she became. In a flash, Lois hurdled the bottle. The empty bottle shattered as it hit the windowed walls of her apartment.

"He's mine!" Lois hissed. "I made him!"

The sun was setting over the tops of the Metropolis skyline as Lois walked over to the dent where the bottle hit the wall. She ran her fingers over the top of the indented glass.

"Not as strong as you said you were,"

A deep gravelly voice filled the room where Lois stood. Lois immediately turned around to see a golden portal opening before her. She rushed over to her desk. With one hand she opened the middle top drawer and with the other, she reached for the panic button. Within the middle drawer, Lois pulled out a vintage revolver that read, 'The Planet' on its side.

"Now, now Lois," the booming voice continued. "... that panic button won't be necessary."

Lois's eyes grew wide as she watched Darkseid's massive grey frame step through the golden portal.

"You!" she replied.

Lowering her hands, Lois stood up straight.

"You can't be here…"

Darkseid's laughter cut Lois's reply off.

"They told me you were a funny one," Darkseid laughed as he stepped completely into Lois's room."I go wherever I please... and it pleases me to be here to see the great Superwoman in person..."

The gray fleshed titan scanned her room. His crimson eyes lingered on the dented glass wall across from a few steps closer to Lois, he notices photographs of her... Lord Apollo's prize on the desk.

"I must say I'm a little disappointed in you 'Superwoman…"

Lois hissed, "Come again...?"

Darkseid scoffed off Lois's ignorant question and pressed further into her room. Walking past Lois he heads toward her desk. Panic filled Lois's eyes. Rushing back to her desk, she gathered up the pictures on her desk and shoved them into the top drawer. But before Lois could close the drawer, Darkseid stopped her. Standing behind her, he grabbed the top desk drawer. Darkseid leaned over her shoulder whispering in her ear.

"Tsk, tsk, jealous of my lord and masters woman,"he replied. "What a pitty..."

"I'm jealous of no whore," she growled.

Darkseid laughed as he grabbed Lois by the throat.

"That woman is worth a million of you," he growled.

Beginning to lift her off the ground, he tightens his grip around her neck. Lois gags.

"... and you are replaceable," he continued.

Lois knocked her head back to try hit Darkseid. But the moment she tilted her head to hit him he throw her back against the glass wall behind them. It cracked into a spiderweb shape as she slummed to the ground.

"... I would hate to have to do that to you, but Lord Apollo might savor burning you alive more," Darkseid smirked as Lois struggled to get back to her feet. "He has eyes and ears everywhere, Superwoman..."

Darkseid saunter over to the struggling Lois and placed a massive boot on one of her shoulders. Pinning her down he continued.

"I would mind what I do or say involving her from now on. Unless you want a god to remove you from this plain of existence and the next?"

Lois winced under the pressure from Darkseid's boot. She nodded.

"Good," he said, removing his foot from her shoulder. "I will remove my lord's property from your so-called husband's presence in due time..."

Lois's ears perked up as she stood to her feet.

"Isn't that what my minion and you agreed upon," Darkseid continued.

"It was something along those lines," she replied as she looked over to the photographs on her desk. "But I didn't have confirmation that the situation had advanced so..."

"Far?"

Lois nodded.

"I've got a coming-out party for my new venture in Metropolis," he added. "Help me and I'll take her out of your hair…."

Darkseid extended his hand out to her. Lois looked down at the stone-fleshed hand in front of her. He sensed her hesitation and added.

"To ensure your loyalty, my lord has offered to remove 'your husband' as well," he said with a devilish smile. "He would install you as the sole controlling figure of the Crime Syndicate..."

A sickening smile spread across Lois's face.

"So, you're telling me, he'll give me back my throne if I help you?" she asked.

Darkseid leaned in closer to her.

"I'll even give you that power up he's denied you," he taunted.

Darkseid danced about her pointing to the city skyline.

"Can't you see it, Lois," he said. "Everything is ours if you help me…"

Darkseid, once more, extended his hand. There was a long silence between them.

"Lois Lane, the Queen of Metropolis," she said. "Sure, has a nice ring to it…"

Lois grabbed Darkseid's hand.

"Nice doing business with you… partner,"