"Unfortunately, it looks like your endocrine system is in overdrive for some reason. You're undergoing what seems like a delayed puberty, increasing your hormones, powers and, ah, growth."

 

"Tell me about it." grumbled Supergirl. Her libido had seemed to increase alongside her chest, almost as humiliating as her fluctuating powers going out of control. Just last week, she'd nearly jumped a cute guy ogling her ill-contained new D-cups before getting control of herself . . . only to nearly obliterate a nearby coffee shop with her heat vision as it spiked out of control. "Can we make it stop?"

 

Doctor Midnight grimaced.

 

"Unless we figure out what's causing this, we don't have any way of stopping it, just slowing it down. With luck, it may be a natural phenomenon that will end just like a normal hormonal surge would. Until then, it would be wiser for you to stay out of the crimefighting business given how this is making your powers fluctuate. We can't risk you hurting yourself or others until this dies down."

 

Kara groaned in annoyance.

"Guess it's off to the Fortress of Solitude for me. Maybe the computers there will have some advice on what to do next and, if not, I can at least hang out there to stop keep anybody from getting hurt by my power surges."

Midnight nodded and handed her some pills.

"These are hormone suppressants. They may help. Take four a day if you feel particularly out of control."

 

"They'd better help! If they don't, I'll end up making Power Girl look like a little boy in less than a few months!"

Midnight blushed as the teen girl grabbed the bottle of pills.

"Best of luck. Contact me again in a week and we'll review your symptoms if nothing else."

"Thanks, Doc. Hopefully these'll do the trick."

With a hop off of the examination table, she flew off at high speed - a higher speed than intended, given the sudden crash he heard next.

"Oh, Rao!" came a distressed shout. "Everyone OK?"

***

"The jury finds the Defendant known as The Joker guilty of all charges, including first degree murder."

Bruce Wayne watched the court footage for the fourth time on his Batcomputer's screen, unbelieving.

"By the power vested in me, I sentence the defendant to death by fatal injection and it cannot come too soon. Court is dismissed."

The look on the insane clown's face was priceless - shock giving way to rage. It took four bailiffs to wrestle him out of the court.

 

Alfred strode in with two flutes of champagne on a silver tray.

"Pardon me for being a tad ghoulish, Sir, but I thought a bit of celebration was in order."

Batman shook his head.

"Something about this doesn't make sense. Every jury beforehand has always ruled not guilty by reason of insanity - for obvious reasons."

 

"Perhaps, Sir, these 12 souls had finally had enough of this madman's callous disregard for human life and come to a consensus to make it stop in a legal fashion?"

 

Batman stood, putting on his cowl.

"I suppose it's possible but it all seems a bit too . . . pat."

 

Alfred smiled.

"I would advise to simply trust the system and that for once justice has prevailed but I doubt that that advice would take root. Happy hunting, Master Bruce."

 

Batman just nodded in response and slid into the nearby Batmobile, eager to interview the jurors and judge himself. While he couldn't have know that the Joker's death sentence was at the hands of a cautious Lex Luthor and his reality-warping employee, his keen detective skills refused to let it go.

***

Alyssa was busy having Tommy Russo eat her out when her phone buzzed. Reluctantly, she grabbed the hot boy's hair and pushed him away briefly from her churning pussy to examine the text. It was from Luthor again. The two weeks since they'd met had been stressful in a way but also freeing. He'd kept his demands to a minimum - mostly business related, except for stuff about the Joker and Power Girl - and so she got to enjoy herself. Eager to get back to getting her pussy licked, she reviewed the text.

A picture of a pretty brunette woman in a purple jacket and white skirt popped up.

"This is Lois Lane. As of now, she feels more attracted to Lex Luthor than any other man she has ever met."

She smirked. For all his intellectual talk, he was still a guy. Alyssa knew he'd use her powers to get laid sooner or later . . . assuming Power Girl wasn't already sucking him off given the instructions he'd given her about the famously chesty blonde's fantasies "growing gradually but becoming overwhelming over time".

 

She looked at the woman - Lois Lane - and concentrated for a few seconds.

"Done" she texted back and grabbed Tommy's hair again, pushing the hot boy's face into her eager pussy, tossing the phone back on the bedside table. Luthor wasn't the only one getting laid tonight.