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Lois Lane ... Assassin
from 'Deus Ex Machina' by libbylawrence

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Story © Steve Zink

The following story contains characters owned by DC Comics/Warner Bros. It is written as a fanfic parody story not intended to make any use of actual story lines in published books. The story is purely for fun, with no profit to be made by the author.


Clark Kent smiled as he entered the Daily Planet building.  Even though his super senses of sight and hearing allowed the mild mannered reporter in the blue suit to notice an almost infinite array of details as he gazed around the busy city room, he relished all he saw and heard. He truly enjoyed his job, and felt as if the great Metropolitan newspaper was a second home to him.

A young man with red hair and freckles glanced up from his own work to greet his pal as Kent drew closer to the other workers.  "Clark!  That was a nice piece you did on the possible reformation of the 1000.  Nobody has really followed up on them since they used Metallo against Superman and Cannonball a while back!" said Jimmy Olsen.

Clark nodded modestly and replied, "Thanks, Jim.  I'd say that criminal group may indeed be up to their old tricks.  Some of their old bosses are out of jail and have returned to the city.  That can't be good news for honest citizens!"

Before Jimmy could reply, a pretty woman with dark black hair and a vivacious manner hurried out of the office of Planet editor Perry White. Lois Lane wore a short black dress with heels and she waved in passing as she crossed the large room.  "Like the Beatles sang, Hello, Good-bye! I'm late for my flight to Boston.  I can't afford to be late for my own tribute!" she said.

Clark said, "Congratulations, again!  We're all proud of you."

Jimmy nodded and said, "Yeah, Lois deserves that Women in Journalism Award for a lot of reasons in addition to her sensational story on the Invasion!"

Lois shrugged and said, "Thanks, fellows.  That story was pretty special to me.  I'm flattered the Women in Journalism group picked it as Outstanding Story of the Year."

A sultry redheaded woman in a short pink skirt and white blouse leaned into the doorway and said, "C'mon, Luv.  I'm not about to share the flight out with Rona.  I mean, how many times can she crow about her win for that gossipy story she did on 'Super Hero Romances'!"

Lois turned and replied, "Okay, Lana!  I'll just grab my bag and join you!"

Lois scampered over to her desk to grab the large, soft bag she'd packed the night before and the hang up bag with all her gowns and dresses.  Her hand reached for the handle of the soft bag, but halted briefly as she thought, 'I don't remember stuffing it this full last night.  Oh, well.'  Hesitations or not, Lois grabbed the handle and hefted the bag, noticing that it wasn't just bulging more, but also now weighed a lot more than she remembered.  She picked up the hang up bag, then turned to go join Lana.

Lois and Lana Lang exited from the room and Clark leaned over to Jimmy.  "Well, I hope Boston is ready for those two!  Trouble can follow them, as well you know!" he said.

"Right!" Jimmy replied.  "Too bad for Trouble, they can usually handle almost anything!  Plus, I'm sure Superman will check in on them if they do need help."

Clark nodded in agreement.  "Right."

He was amused at Jim's deft handling of the fact that he now knew Superman was really Clark Kent.  He had proven to be very useful to Clark in helping him keep that fact a secret since he first admitted that he had learned the truth.

The two friends walked over to the windows and gazed down as Lois and Lana emerged below and hailed a taxi.

'I hope they have a good time.  I doubt very much could go wrong at a respectable banquet like that,' thought Clark.

* * * * *

Power of a different kind, or the lack of said power, was troubling another very different man as he brooded over a beer or three in a Boston bar.

He leaned over the counter and said, "I could use another!"

An elegantly demure blonde waitress gazed at him with a perceptive if dismissive glance.

"I'm sorry sir, but I think you've had enough for this...month!" she said.

He nodded and stood up on unsteady feet.

"Yeah, thanks...Kelly, is it?  Kelly Kelly!  What a strange name!" he said as he stumbled out of the bar and ran a hand through his long, straggly red hair.

"Well, Len, you've worn out your welcome at another bar.  Just what is there to do when you're a balding stud without a friend or dime to his name?" he said.

He staggered down the sidewalk and gazed up at the plush Boston Arms Hotel.

"Man!  I could do with a good night's rest in a pace like that, but my bedbugs have bedbugs so I doubt they would welcome me with open arms!"

"Welcome, Women In Journalism!" he read as he looked at a sign on the hotel's wall.

"Sorry, Newsbabes, but I guess you'll have to do without my company!" he said.

As he made his way down the street, a folded black object fell out of his pocket.  He never noticed, and swiftly left the hotel and a bit of destiny behind!

* * * * *

At the Boston Arms, dozens of well-known female journalists from print and broadcast media mingled at the Women in Journalism pre-awards social.  The elegantly decorated ballroom was filled with famous women whose bylines or images had graced hundreds of papers and screens.

Central City's Linda Park looked around the room with a certain air of cynicism.  She wore a long green gown with high heels and she tried to conceal the fact that she was more than a little dismissive of the entire affair.  'The same dinosaurs get honored every year.  Lois Lane, Lana Lang, Vicki Vale, the late Iris Allen!  Those same names have always dominated this thing.  If it's a TV award, Leggy Lana gets it.  If it's a print award, Superman's Girlfriend Lois gets it.  The photo field has always been divided between Batman's special gal Vicki Vale and Iris Allen, who kept company with the Ringmaster and the Flash in her day!' she thought.

'The Flash!  I thought for a while that I was going to use him for a ticket to the top, but that just didn't pan out!' she thought.

She frowned as the sexy Lana Lang entered in a red beaded gown and high heels.

"Well, she sure caught everyone's eye!" said a black woman in a blue dress.

"Tawny Young?  I think I've seen your stuff from out West!" said Linda as she turned to face the speaker.

"I broke the story on Green Lantern," Tawny replied.  "The second GL, I mean. "

Linda nodded and said, "I like your style.  Very hip, very incisive!"

Tawny rolled her eyes as a very pretty woman with long auburn hair styled in a fluffy do entered in a demure pink gown.  "Who's the Prom Queen?  She looks like she just stepped off a Homecoming Float!"

"I don't know her either!" said Linda.

The "Prom Queen" was smiling happily as she greeted a stunningly clad Lois Lane, who wore a sparkly black gown and heels.

"Miss Lane?  I'm Megan O'Dell.  I admire you so much!" gushed the younger woman.

Lois smiled and said, "Megan?  I think I've seen a few of your pieces on the Blue Devil!  I think you have a real eye for a story!"

"Well," replied Megan, "the Blue Devil seems to attract the strangest elements.  I never know when a story about him will lead to an alien invasion or a mad gnome attack!"

The lilac-clad, dark haired Olivia Ortega of Gotham City listened as she drew closer to the pair.  She said, "It's not like that in Gotham City.  Batman leads to trouble, but rarely does he mix it up with space aliens or vampires!"

Lois laughed and said, "But, working in Gotham City puts a girl at risk of ending up frozen in ice or tied to a giant flaming umbrella or something!"

Just then a hotel attendant approached Lois and passed a note to her.  "Lois, meet me in your room.  I've got something you need to see."  It was unsigned.  Lois put the note in her purse, then with a wave said, "Gotta go back to my room for a minute or two, ladies.  I'll get back with you in a little bit."  Her departure went almost completely unnoticed.
   
A soft whistle passed the lips of the slightly tacky Vicki Vale as she saw a blonde in a silver mini dress and strappy heels enter.  "Cat Grant!  She is all body and no brains!"

"Oh, don't judge a book by its cover!" said the pretty, auburn haired Joan Lincoln.

Vicki nodded and placed one hand on Joan's bare arm.  "Sorry.  That was a bit catty!  Excuse the expression!"

"Forgive me for being so serious," answered Joan.  "I've just gotten back from Markovia and the perils and hardships those brave people face with their heroic ruler, makes me get a bit sober!"

A pretty woman in a light blue gown that revealed a lot of leg swept into the room and smiled winningly.  "Markovia?  Isn't that home to that gorgeous Geo-Force?  We simply must talk!" said Lola Barnett.

At that moment, Lois was unlocking her room door, wondering how anyone else could get in to meet her there.  The opened door revealed nothing, for her room was totally unlit.  As soon as she'd turned on the light and locked the door behind her, the answer to her question suddenly popped into view.

"Who are you- oh, wait.  I've seen reports about you and the Fearsome Five from a couple of years ago.  You're Psimon, aren't you?"

"Yes, indeed, Ms. Lane.  I am Psimon, and if you were wondering about your heavier and more bulging bag earlier today, I took the liberty of adding a good bit to it while no one was watching.  Why don't you unzip the middle portion and take a look at what I added?"

From what she'd heard about this villain, Lois knew he could have just materialized anything into her bag.  She also knew he could easily make her do anything, so why was he toying with her like this?  Out of curiosity, she walked over to the bag next to the bed and placed it on top of the bed.  After opening it up, she unzipped the inner portion.

"What the- How did all this weaponry possibly get in here, let alone get through all the airport security?  And what's with this red latex  catsuit and red boots in with the weapons?  My God, look at the heels on these things!"

"Like I said, I added all of that to your bag earlier today.  As you probably know, I can materialize anything almost anywhere.  The weaponry is all going to be put to good use.  The red costume with it is to be worn by the evil to the core villainess and felonious femme fatale called Executrix, the latest member of the newly reformed Fearsome Five.  And why do you suppose Executrix's costume is in your bag, Ms. Lane?"

"Did you put it there in order to get it into the hotel and ceremony area without question?  And if so, when is this Executrix, as you call her, supposed to come here and get her gear?"

"Of course it was to get it all here without question," Psimon answered, as if talking to an ignorant youngster.  "And Executrix is  already here."

"What do you mean?  Where?" Lois asked as she looked all around herself.

"Look at the mirror over the desk, Ms. Lane."

Lois found she had to do as instructed.  Something, or rather someone named Psimon was in her head forcing her to do so.

"Do you see the face in that mirror, Ms. Lane?"

"Yes, of course.  That's my face."

"Study that face as I give your mind a bit of enlightenment," Psimon ordered.

A bit more than a minute later, as Lois continued to stare unblinking at her own image, Psimon said, "Do you still see the face in the mirror?"

"What a stupid question.  It's the same face I've been staring at for the last minute or two, and seeing in mirrors for all my life!"

"Now, keep watching that face, Ms. Lane.  It's important that you know exactly who you're seeing.  As of right now, you are no longer just Lois Lane."

Psimon used his mental powers, and activated the identity he'd placed in Lois's mind a moment before.  "Now then, whose face do you see in the mirror?"

"Psimon, you silly boy, of course that's the face of Lois Lane.  But along with some makeup, my red wig and my mask, it's also the face of the most evil and malicious assassin the world has ever seen.  Suitably changed, this is the face of Executrix!"

Psimon grinned wickedly.  All was now in readiness for the debut of the Fearsome Five's newest villainess.  "Just remember, Executrix, you have to hide yourself behind the good girl identity of Lois Lane whenever you aren't on the job.  No need to hide as of right now, though, because tonight you're on the job."

"Okay, Psimon, just give me a moment to change.  Who's my target for tonight?" asked the woman who still looked like Lois but now had an evil look to her face and a voice lower and more vile.

"Multiple targets, my dear Executrix.  Every single lady here for this awards ceremony has a price on her head from the 1000.  I wouldn't recommend killing them all at once, though."

By now the woman who had been Lois Lane had taken all the weapons from the bag that had seemed to bulge and be heavier than she'd expected and pulled out her red costume.  She made quick work of removing her black dress shoes with their four-inch heels and the shimmering black gown, putting each into the closet.  Then she peeled off her taupe pantyhose and removed her bra, leaving her appropriately minimal pink panties as the only clothing on her body.  She picked up the catsuit and sat on the edge of the bed to slide her legs into the shiny red latex, then pulled the sleeveless top up over her chest and tied it off behind her neck.  She laced the fully seven-inch stiletto heeled thigh high red leather boots with white edging along the top and down the front tightly to her legs, putting her almost on her toes, then pulled the fingerless red leather gloves up past her elbows.  The diamond encrusted wide bracelets were then attached to her wrists.
 
Executrix then went to the mirror in the bathroom to make some careful changes to her eyes and cheeks with makeup, not even noticing as she walked not only with smooth, feline grace but also a very sexy sway in her ultra high heels thanks to the increase in her agility and bearing given by Psimon.  This done, she pulled the long red wig on over her black hair.  She took the waist length red hair and wound it up on top of her head, then secured it with another diamond encrusted band to match the bracelets.  Then she placed the red domino mask over her eyes and pulled the elastic band back over her head.  Satisfied with her now totally different and incredibly evil look, she didn't even notice that she was still wearing the same earrings she'd been wearing all evening.

She walked back out and pulled the two weapons belts on over her hips, then Executrix secured the shoulder strap over her left shoulder.  To these were added her weapons of choice for the evening, an automatic pistol, a foot long dagger, and her laser sighted sniper rifle that fired state of the art energy bolts, not traditional bullets.  "Okay, Psimon.  I'm ready to rock.  I don't want to have to turn back into Lois anytime soon.  In fact, how about finding some chick we can make look like Lois that I can knock off, then I won't have to worry about my soft sister ever again."

"Good idea, Executrix.  I'll see if I can arrange that for you.  Good hunting, my dear!"  Then, as suddenly as he'd appeared, Psimon disappeared from the room.

Executrix grinned wickedly, then turned off the light and left the room, careful to avoid any attention.

The famous women mingled and joked and fawned and sneered as the evening passed, nobody even noticing the lack of Lois Lane, and then as many of them made their way back and forth in and out of the ballroom, a very differently garbed woman appeared.

Outside the ballroom, a lithe woman in a tight red latex costume and thigh high, incredibly high heeled boots and opera length gloves waited in the shadows.

'Executrix will collect a nice sum for blowing all these busybodies away!  The 1000 will pay me well to end the careers of snoops like Vicki Vale and Lana Lang!' she thought.  'Heh! And I bet they'll give me a fortune for killing Lois Lane.  I can't wait...'

Before she could raise the multiple weapons that were strapped to her back or hips, Executrix heard a sound and whirled around in a battle stance, her dagger bared.

'Nothing!  I must be getting nerves!' she thought as she returned to her previous position.

Above her in the shadows of a stairwell, another woman with red hair watched the crowd in silence.  She wore a daring red gown and fingered something soft and black in her clinched fists.

* * * * *

Moments later, Lana Lang had gone back to her room and placed the entrancing piece of black cloth on the dresser.  She was alone on a terrace in a bit of uncharacteristic melancholy.  She had long ago given up on a romance with Superman even though she had been linked to him during their teen days in Smallville.  She had moved on to a romance with fellow Smallville native Clark Kent, but that too had ended rather suddenly without much of a closure.  Between those romantic idylls she had fallen for another hero from space, but the noble Vartox had been a truly tragic figure doomed to lose more than one planet and more than one lover until he had settled on Earth and married the fiery alien Maxima.

Lana had hardly been sitting home alone since then, but she was alone now, and she longed for some romantic companionship.

She was pouting rather prettily when a glint off something silvery caught her eyes.  The pretty redhead turned and a second later a bolt of energy sliced by her ear.  She dropped to the floor and waited, but nothing else happened.

She stood up and made her way across the terrace to an adjoining terrace where the fired beam had likely originated.

She was a reporter with experience and courage and a powerful need to know!  She soon realized that there was no sign of her attacker. Then, as she glanced around the narrow terrace, she saw a shiny bead.

Lana picked it up and frowned as her keen mind recognized it.  The decorative bead had to have fallen off one of the earrings worn by her friend, Lois Lane.

"What would Lois have been doing out here?" she mused as she returned inside and felt a chill wind sweep across the empty terrace.  Something drew Lana to pick up the piece of black cloth she'd found earlier.  Moments later, Lana's room was once again empty.

In an alley nearby, the red costumed Executrix removed her mask and a flowing red wig to expose dark black hair in disgust.

"I'll get her next time!  That's a promise!  I'd have had her if that bitch's reflexes weren't so damned good," she said.  Still pissed, she found a car window in which she could see her reflection and placed the red wig back onto her head, followed by her mask.  She couldn't let anyone see her in her costume but with the face and hair of Lois Lane showing.  After doing some more scouting and catching some hoped for targets of opportunity, she planned to go back to the room and catch a quick catnap, then get back to work the next morning.

Twice while scouting for targets, Executrix caught brief glimpses of a quickly moving black and red garbed, very feminine figure with a black hood covering her head.  Since she had no idea if this was a friend or foe, Executrix just observed and avoided the newcomer. 

The next morning Lana Lang knocked on Lois Lane's door and tried to find the best way to approach her friend.

"I can only assume Lois may be onto some big scoop.  She has been acting oddly and my efforts to find her last night failed completely.  She wasn't in her room at all last night from what I gathered from questioning the maid!" mused Lana.

Her thoughts were interrupted as the pretty dark haired reporter opened her door and, hiding her new deep seated hatred for the redhead who had once been her good friend said, "Hi, Lana.  You seem to be up and ready to go this morning!  I thought you always took time for extra beauty sleep?"

Lois clutched a pink, floor length robe to her chest and listened intently as Lana replied, hoping her increased height wouldn't be too obvious.

"What about you, Lois?" Lana asked.  "I figured you'd be sound asleep after the night you must have had!  And your hair looks like hell!"

Lois frowned and said, "Sleeping on that do did a number on it.  A good wash and set will fix that.  And I slept like a log last night.  I guess I was dead to the world.  If you came by I must have snored right through your knocks!"

"Sorry, pet.  My mistake.  I was a bit concerned about you after the sniper took a shot at me last night!"

Lois nodded and, trying to seem surprised said, "Sniper?  I didn't know!  No wonder you were trying to find me!  We've both made plenty of enemies through our work!"

"Some nutcase tried to kill me with a high tech energy rifle.  I actually thought you might have noticed something.  I found a bead from your earrings near the most likely spot used by the shooter!"

"That's impossible," Lois replied, hedging.  "I turned in early. Oh, wait, I was walking around outside for a bit of air earlier.  I guess I lost a bead or two!"

They separated as Lois promised to meet Lana later for lunch.

Lois sneered, then closed her door and dropped her robe to reveal the figure molding costume of red latex and stiletto heeled, sexy looking thigh high red boots with white trim.  "Damn, I was just about ready to get back on my mission when you knocked on my door.  Lana, it's a damned good thing I was able to get my gloves and wig off and throw on that robe before answering the door.  Too bad I have to lie to you as a friend when you're actually a prime target, but I have a higher calling now.  Doing my evil work for the Fearsome Five and the 1000 takes a priority over appeasing your need to know!" she said with a wicked grin as she put her red wig back on, followed by her mask and gloves.  As soon as her weapons were loaded to the straps, Executrix was out the door.

Meanwhile, Lana went directly back to her own room after leaving Lois.  Just as the night before, something was drawing her to the mystical piece of black cloth.

* * * * *

Later, as Tawny Young jogged outside the hotel she heard a noise and then gasped in shock as something struck her from the side.

She fell flat and clutched her side in pain.

Before anyone could rush to her aid, the red costumed Executrix dropped down from a rope and aimed her laser rifle at the prone figure.  "Consider this an honor, Miss Young, you'll be the first of your group to die at my hands!"

Before she could pull her trigger, an agile figure darted forward and kicked the gun out of her hands with a dazzling display of speed and skill.  She flipped backward and landed perfectly as she grabbed for a small throwing sai!

"Who in the?" Executrix muttered.

She gasped as the woman in black and red with a black hood she'd noted the night before connected with a rapid series of blows unlike any she had ever experienced.  "I'm a master of every known form of martial art!  What kind of fighting is this?" she hissed as she wiped her bleeding lips and circled the hooded woman.

The woman in the black hood made no reply except to kick out again and narrowly missed the assassin.

Cat Grant suddenly turned the corner to witness the fight and she realized something the hitwoman could not know.  'Klurkor!  That hooded heroine is using Kryptonian martial arts!' she thought.

Before the battle could continue, a burly, balding red haired man came into view and dropped the wine bottle he had been swigging.

"The Black Hood!  I must have lost it!  Can't believe it works even here!" he said.

The woman in the hood turned for a moment and in that instant Executrix connected with the blunt end of a hastily recovered rifle.

The hooded woman dropped to the ground as her attacker cursed and raced away.  "Too many witnesses!" muttered the red haired hitwoman.

Cat raced forward to bend over the fallen woman in black and red.  "Are you badly hurt?  Let me help you!"

The drunken man with the red beard said, "She don't need no help, Baby.  The Hood will fix her up.  It's magic!"

Sure enough, the fallen woman sat up slowly as Cat impulsively removed the black silk hood to reveal the features of Lana Lang!

"Lana!  I knew it had to be either you or Lois under that rather tacky hood.  No one else knows Klurkor like you two do!" she said.  Executrix hadn't recognized what Lana was doing because when Psimon reworked the mind of Lois Lane, skills peculiar to Lois herself were hidden deep in her mind so as to make sure Executrix didn't do anything which could give away her true identity.

Lana nodded as her hand reached out for the hood, but her movement was too slow and the man pulled it free of Cat's grasp first.

"I found that hood as a small swatch of cloth last night," Lana said.  "A bit later I got back to my room and felt some urge to pick up the piece of cloth.  It turned into a hood and a form fitting red and black costume.  I put it on by impulse, and something took control of me.  It urged me to do only good and it enhanced all my abilities!  I became some type of super heroine!  I was prowling the streets in search of crime to fight last night.  After checking on Lois this morning, I felt an urge to put on the hood once again, and it seems like the timing was just right to stop that assassin from killing Tawny.  It's been a while since I was last in a costume, as Insect Queen-"

"Tawny is hurt badly," Cat interrupted.  "We'd better summon medical help and take your story inside!"

The big man said, "I can explain it.  It's not a pretty story.  It's one I call 'Tell Me How Your World Died'!"

* * * * *

Later, as Lois and Lana sat across from the burly man in a hospital waiting room, he ran a hand across his face and gathered his thoughts.

Lois now wore a skirt, heels, and a blouse since she had changed out of the red wig and costume earlier, then gone to Lana as she waited for the ambulance to pick up the wounded Tawny Young.  Lana had also gone back to her own room to change out of the costume she was wearing, and filled in Lois about all that the man had told Cat and herself earlier as they'd waited.

"You said your world died.  Yet, you seem so human.  What planet are you from?" asked Lois.

"That's just it, lady!" the balding man replied.  "I come from good ole Mama Earth!  Or should I say I'm from one of a couple dozen Earths.  Alternate Earths, as my egghead buddies call them, used to exist before most of `em died!"

"You come from an Earth that was destroyed in the Crisis!" Lana blurted.

"Crisis?" he asked.  "I guess you could call it that!  I call it murder, `cause plain and simple - like, Earth was murdered by a group of madmen!"

"Who are you?" Lois asked, acting as she would have in the past.  "Start from the beginning!"

"Okay, lady, you got it.  My name is Len Rothko.  During my days with a certain biker gang I acquired the nickname Big Daddy.  I guess you don't have to be so formal, though.  You can just call me the only survivor of planet Earth!"

"Are you some type of super hero?" Lana asked.

He grinned and said, "Me?  Oh, yeah!  I'm a real Doc.  Strong!  Too bad, I was not a cape and mask type.  Maybe I could have done more than watch my friends and my world die!

"On my Earth I belonged to a law enforcement agency called the WEB.  We fought the good fight with armored battle suits and certain modifications to our bodies.  Those little tricks didn't help any when what you so deftly called the Crisis hit!

"You see, first the skies turned red.  They were as bright red as what is left of my hair!  Then, we started having weird time warp moments.  Dinosaurs roamed through the cities and space men fired blasters at bewildered cowboys!  It was a real trip as my pal the Sunshine Kid might have said!  Then, while we good guy types were trying to find the reason for the chaos, a group of killers banded together and very neatly wiped out every hero on my world before finishing the job by destroying Earth!"

He added, "You've got to understand that while the WEB Agency tried to find solutions to the weirdness, a band of punks broke out of jail.  The strongest prison on our world was run by a guy named Weatherbee and yet his technology spelled his doom.  You see, that's how it really started.  Some inhuman creeps with more of the machine than the man about them, got together and took over the jail.  They freed the inmates and organized them with military precision.  That's cause their leader was an ex-soldier!  A power mad renegade with a hatred for one good guy recruited a bunch of cyborg killers and used them and other super creeps to hunt down all the heroes!"

Big Daddy sighed and said, "You ever heard of a place called Los Arenas, Nevada?  On our Earth it is...it was the gambling center of the U.S.A.  Well, there's a real irony in the fact that in that place a hero called Blackjack finally ran clear out of luck!  He was a strong, agile, cocky do gooder in a colorful costume and a mask.  We never did figure out who was behind that mask but we knew he was one of us in spirit.

"Well, he suited up like we all did when the red skies started.  He figured he could punch a few heads and kick in some teeth and made wise and save the planet.  That was the way those missions had always gone before.  Why was this one so unlike anything we ever faced before?  Maybe, it was cause this time we were being hunted down by an evil group who didn't care none about ending the world if they could take us down first!

"Blackjack darted across the neon signs over Los Arenas and he figured he could solve the mess and still catch Dino at the Sands by midnight.  Well, he was wrong.  He was dead wrong.

"Blackjack didn't go out in a blaze of glory.  Blackjack didn't throw one punch or make one quip.  He just stepped out on a roof and a gold costumed freak named Volt came up behind him and electrocuted him right there on the stop.  Yeah, Blackjack's corpse lit up the night sky and then he was dead!"

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" Lana said, while Lois just nodded.

Big Daddy looked at the girl reporter with world weary eyes and he said, "Honey, the story gets worse from that point on!"

* * * * *

Earlier, in Boston, Gotham City's Olivia Ortega had returned to her room in the hotel to change clothes after lunch.  As she went to her closet wearing only her bra, panties and pantyhose, she was shocked to see a strange looking man with a huge brain encased in clear plastic and wearing red robes suddenly appear in front of her.  "Dios-  Who the hell are you?"

"I am called Psimon, my dear.  I have need of you, or rather of your body.  First, let's get rid of that Hispanic accent, shall we?"

"What do you me-" Olivia started to say, but halted when she heard a foreign yet still somehow familiar Caucasian voice coming from her lips.  "What have you done to me?" she finally asked.

"Your voice is only the start, Ms. Ortega.  A new ally of mine has been instructed to kill all the female journalists at this awards ceremony.  As things stand right now, there is no way for her to kill Lois Lane.  I'm going to fix that problem right now.  If you didn't recognize the voice you now own, get used to it.  You are no longer Olivia Ortega, you are Lois Lane."

Olivia's last thought was the shock of hearing what Psimon told her, but in a flash her memories of being a journalist from Gotham City were superseded by those of the well known journalist from Metropolis.  Her body was changed in a flash to be a duplicate of Lois Lane.  As soon as the new Lois realized who she was, Psimon also altered all the clothes in the room to match those in the actual Lois's room, along with making all the identification and credit cards and such in her purse become those of Lois Lane.  His work completed, Psimon disappeared as quickly as he'd arrived, leaving the new Lois Lane with no recollection of his being there. 

Lois proceeded to get dressed, ready to mix and mingle once again that afternoon.  She was looking forward to seeing her friend Lana.

* * * * *

Not long after the original Lois Lane left the discussion and story telling outside Tawny's room, she made her way back to her room.  Cursing all the while that she'd had to restrain herself in the presence of Lana Lang, Tawny Young and Cat Grant, she stripped out of her Lois Lane garb with great speed. 

Psimon appeared before her and said, "There is now a Lois Lane here in the hotel for you to kill, Executrix.  Unfortunately, Olivia Ortega is no longer a viable target, but as Lois she does have a much higher value.  Also, since all of the IDs in her room now say Lois Lane, all of yours now say Lia Long.  Your wardrobe is now changed completely from what you'd brought with you, since the new Lois has it.  I think you'll enjoy the new look.  Once you've killed the new Lois Lane, we can put together your new life as Lia with a totally new face and body to really put your new clothes to use.  Here are some more goodies to add to your arsenal.  I'd suggest you take your entire weapons collection with you if you decide to use them.  Bang, bang, YOU'RE dead.  Or at least, your identity as Lois.  Later, my dear."

Psimon did another of his disappearing acts, with Executrix wondering just where he went each time.  She donned her red costume and slipped the wig back in place before she examined some round objects with hard metal casings.  "These bombs will take down the hotel and all the news women, too."

She set certain adjustments on the spheres and then swiftly exited from her upper story window, loaded for bear with all her weapons.  She had all but her energy rifle and dagger in the soft bag, which she quickly lowered to a hidden spot in the alley below.  

Before she could depart from the huge building a wild maniacal laugh echoed above her and she glanced upward to see a weird, nightmarish figure with green hair, yellow coloration, and a furry red vest-like garment.

"Even a pretty mortal who has no fear of heights should learn to beware the Creeper!" he said as he cackled madly.

She cursed and whirled around to target the wildly capering figure as he darted from side to side.  "I don't have time for this!  I never knew Boston was so full of super heroes!" she said.

She fired her energy rifle again and again, but the Creeper merely flipped out of her range and disappeared in the shadows.

She jumped off the roof and used her own impressive agility to turn her fall into a series of artfully executed rolls until she landed perfectly below.

She glanced up at the roof and saw nothing.

"I can't worry about that grinning goon.  I'll blow that freak to kingdom come with all the ladies!" she said as she activated the bombs via remote control.

Seconds later, to her horror she saw the spheres sailing out of the hotel directly at her from above!

Before she could escape they struck her and she gasped as nothing else occurred!

Loud laughter rang out and she saw the Creeper jump down to a spot directly in front of her.  "I thought you were the kind of woman who enjoyed making things explode!  Yet, you seemed as skittish as a farm girl in the big city!" he said in a mocking tone.

"You deactivated them!  You must have been watching me the whole time I was in my room!" she screamed.

He grinned and said, "Oh, the Creeper sees all, and you and Psimon put on a good show!  I couldn't hear what was being said, but I saw it all."

Executrix punched him in the face but he shrugged off her blow as she was reaching for her dagger.

"Ah, ah, no pointy objects!" the Creeper objected.  "You could poke your eye out with that!"

As his eyes fixated on the dagger, Executrix used her other hand to bring up the butt of her energy rifle.  She rammed it against the side of his head, knocking him silly.  The Creeper fell to ground at her feet in a heap. 

"Can't stick around to finish this fool off," the assassin said as she looked furtively in all directions to see if their tussle had been observed.  Seeing nobody, she made her way to the spot in the alley and picked up her weapons bag.  On the way out, she spotted a strange looking piece of black cloth floating down from above to land before her feet. 

"I wonder what this is?" Executrix said as she put down the weapons bag and reached for the swatch. 

Incredibly, she watched as the piece of cloth morphed into what looked like a black hood.  Feeling a compulsion she could not ignore, Executrix lifted the hood over her head.  "Do only good!  That shall be my creed!" she said as the magic of the hood overrode all the evil programming done by Psimon the night before.  Its work done, the hood retracted itself instead of enclosing Lois in the red and black costume.  She slipped the black cloth into one of the ammo pouches on her belt.

With full knowledge of what Psimon had done, Lois looked down at what she was wearing and said, "Pretty daring, but if I've been able to walk in these boots as Executrix, I guess I can do so as myself for the time being.  First things first."  She reached up and pulled first the mask and then the wig from her head.  "Now, to get word to Superman and hopefully Zatanna."

Using the agility her body still seemed to possess, Lois made her way back up to her room from outside.  She made her way to her purse, hoping the changes to Lia Long didn't eliminate the special whistle for reaching Superman.  "Thank God, it's still here!"

Lois put the whistle to her lips and blew, making no perceptible sound but sending out a signal that not only would irritate many dogs but also bring the Man of Steel.  Since she hoped the short distance between Boston and Metropolis would mean a very short trip for her heart's desire, Lois decided not to try and change clothes.  She dreaded the thought of putting on any of the racy clothes Psimon had left for Lia, anyway.

Sure enough, Superman came flying through the window into her room only two minutes later.  "Lois, what's the problem?"  He made a point of looking up and down at Lois's latex clad body.  "I spotted that red outfit you're wearing as soon as I checked you out while zooming into Boston.  What's with the wicked looking costume?"

"I'll tell you more about what I'm wearing in just a bit, Superman.  We have two problems that need to be taken care of quickly.  The first priority right now is my twin in room 731.  Psimon has turned Olivia Ortega from Gotham City into another Lois Lane, with all my memories and identification.  Can you get hold of Zatanna or maybe Dr. Fate to try and change her back?"

"Psimon is behind this?  I thought he was still locked up.  Zatanna should be in the satellite right now.  What's the second problem?" 

"For the past eighteen hours or so, I was acting as the evil villainess Psimon turned me into.  I hate to say it, but I am responsible for the near death of Tawny Young.  She's recuperating in the hospital now, but my shot at her came close to being deadly.  I hope we can find some way to get her out of danger quickly, and I must take responsibility for my
actions legally." 

Superman thought for a moment.  "Hmm, I wonder if maybe Wonder Woman's Purple Ray can help Tawny any more than the hospital?  And I wouldn't worry too much about facing any charges of attempted murder, Lois.  I'm pretty sure we can make the courts realize you were not yourself when you tried to kill Tawny.  We'll worry about that later.  Let's take care of your new twin first."

The Man of Steel reached to his belt buckle and hit the communications button. 

"What's up, Kal?" asked Black Canary, who was on the duty desk.

"Dinah, get Zatanna ASAP and tell her to use my homing signal to join myself and Lois in her room in Boston."

"Will do, Kal."

In what seemed like only a few seconds after Black Canary's signal, the beautiful black haired mage appeared before their eyes, dressed in her traditional tails and fishnets outfit.  "What's the problem, Su-"  Zatanna's voice caught as she saw the outfit Lois was wearing.  "Can you really walk in those heels, Lois?"

"We need your magic, Za-"

"It's a bit of a story I owe to both you and Superman, Zatanna," Lois said, interrupting Kal.  "And yes, I can not only walk in them but run, jump and do acrobatics-"

"That's got to wait, Lois," Superman interjected.  "Zatanna, there's a young lady from Gotham City named Olivia Ortega in room 731 that got turned into a physical and mental twin of Lois by Psimon.  I'm hoping your magic can give her back her original life."

"I know Olivia, Batman introduced me to her at a banquet last year.  Presuming Psimon only overrode her original identity with Lois's and not totally erased it, I should be able to change her back.  Let's go to her room, Lois.  Kal, find Lois's twin wherever she is in the hotel and bring her there."

Zatanna and Lois made their way to the elevator and went down one floor, then proceeded to 731.  "rooD kcolnu dna nepo," said the mystical maid.  The door swung open, and the two ladies entered. 

Not more than three minutes later, Superman walked in with another Lois Lane at his side.  She stopped in her tracks when she spotted the original.  "What's going on here?  I'm Lois Lane, but who are you?"

"Actually, you aren't Lois Lane," the Man of Steel told her.  "You've been tricked into thinking you're Lois.  Zatanna?"

Zatanna turned to the real Lois.  "I have a feeling what you're wearing has something to do with this.  To make sure you don't revert to some other identity while I'm saying this spell, leave the room."  Lois did as instructed, and went back out into the hallway and out of earshot.

"ytitnedI, sehtolc dna lla smrof fo noitacifitnedi trever.  uoY era aivilO agetrO, ton sioL enaL.  seiromeM of sioL raeppasid, gnivael ylno esoht fo aivilO.  ydoB engahc ot s'aivilO," Zatanna uttered.

As hoped, nothing Psimon had done had completely erased Olivia from her mind.  The form of the second Lois Lane shimmered briefly, then shifted to that of Olivia Ortega, while at the same time her wardrobe became once again hers and not that of Lois.  "Madre Dios!" she exclaimed.  "That was an experience I hope I never go through again.  I'm happy to be in my own shoes, let Lois wear hers."

"Funny you should mention that, Olivia," Superman replied.  Raising his voice, he said, "Lois, please come back in here now."

Olivia did a bit of a double take when she saw the costume Lois was wearing as she appeared in the doorway, then her jaw dropped when she spotted the seven-inch heels on the boots she was wearing.  "Those are definitely shoes I would not want to have to wear!"

"Believe it or not, these killer heels feel perfectly normal to me, Olivia," Lois replied.  "Last night, Psimon showed up in my room and gave me the identity of an evil assassin named Executrix.  One of the side effects of that change is the increased agility I now have in my body..."  Lois went on to explain to her small audience just what had occurred since her encounter with Psimon the night before, with more details of her near assassination of Tawny.  "Then, by either chance or some divine intervention, the mystical black hood that Lana had found and transformed her into a superheroine who saved Tawny from me appeared before me a short time ago and overrode all the evil Psimon had planted in my head.  Interestingly, I still have full knowledge of what I did as Executrix and apparently all of her abilities.  I know the JLA has no need for any assassins or sharpshooters, but maybe my enhanced physical abilities can be put to use in some way."

"That's good, Lois," Superman said.  "I think we might be able to use Executrix as a way to get to Psimon.  That would also be a good way to legally make up for your attempted murder.  Feel up to it?"

"Do I ever!  I'd love to get that giant sized brain on top of his head in the sights of my energy rifle!"

"Whoa, easy, Lois," Zatanna said.  "Don't let your Executrix persona get too strong, you might not have that hood around if you need it again."

"Yeah, we need you as a law abiding heroine, not a criminal villainess," Superman added.

"Oh, don't worry," Lois answered.  "I have the body of Executrix, but I have the mind of Lois Lane.  Now, to get back into some normal clothes so that I don't have to show off my body in this outfit anymore today."

"Okay, Lois," Superman replied.  "Zatanna and I will check with Diana and see if there's anything she or the rest of the League can do to help Tawny recover.  I'll be back as soon as we come up with anything." Olivia was a bit in awe as she watched Superman walk over to the window and then disappear in an upward blur as he took off for the JLA satellite.  That wasn't all.  She heard, "ecnerefnoC moor, etilletas," and saw Zatanna blink out of sight.  Then she looked at Lois. 

"I presume we should not mention much if any of this to anyone at the awards ceremony, right?"

"For the time being, please," Lois said, nodding.  "Before I let word out about what went on, I'll confer with both you and Lana to make sure we can all be together on the story.  See you at dinner, Olivia."

Lois was a bit surprised when she got back to her room.  She had forgotten that the 'normal clothes' she'd change into were not the ones she'd brought with her from Metropolis.  After getting out of her red costume, she discovered just what Psimon had thought would be more appropriate for Lia Long.  "So that pervert wants me to dress like a whore, does he?" she muttered.  "More reasons for me to want to get that bastard in my sights."  She hoped when Superman came back she
could get him to have Zatanna change her clothes back like she did for Olivia.  Well, some of the clothes, anyway.  'I think I could get to like some of Lia's outfits...'

Since the Man of Steel had not returned before the dinner and awards ceremony, Lois had by the far the raciest outfit worn by any of the attendees.  The cleavage bared by the electric blue dress that hugged her body and had a hem halfway between her crotch and her knees made even Cat Grant seem tame.  The matching blue shoes on her feet had heels not quite as high as those on her red costume boots, but since Psimon had provided her with shoes and boots with nothing less than
five inches, Lois's legs were elevated and shaped very nicely.  Without even realizing it, Lois also posed very seductively when the pics were taken during and after the awards. 
  
Later that night, Lois Lane packed her bags with all of her new clothes after accepting her award.  Superman had come back and picked up Tawny to take her to Themyscira for treatment by the Amazons, but hadn't brought Zatanna back with him.  She was going to be stuck with her new clothes for the time being.  The really sexy clothes excited her now in ways that worried her a bit.  Lois frowned as she pondered her recent actions while putting away the red costume.  Superman had already taken all the weapons to Metropolis so they wouldn't go on another airliner.  "I keep feeling this urge to walk in Executrix's heels and costume again," she mused.  "Good thing that hood gave me back my regular life to live, even though all my IDs say I'm Lia Long.  That reminds me, I wonder where that hood went?  Weird as it sounds, I can't find it now!"

Down the hall in another room, another female journalist packed her own bags and smiled as she held up a silk hood.

"Do only good! That shall be my creed!" she said.


The End (for the time being)

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