Lois sat on the couch, taking puffs of her cigar as the doctor stepped into the other room. The way he was holding his head, it must have been a migraine. She knew he'd probably be a while, so she got up off the couch and wandered out, pocketing a few
more cigars for herself.
She strolled down the street, considering the doctor's words. The more she smoked, the more she thought about the problem. She finished off one cigar and started on another as she returned to her and Clark's apartment.
"Honey, I'm home!" She called out. Clark looked up from his paper. Lois frowned. Somehow it felt wrong that he wasn't busy making dinner. They shared the cooking and cleaning duties, but she sometimes felt that he should be doing more.
"Lois! What happened to you? You're smoking?"
"Nothing's wrong-- hey!" she shouted as Clark snatched the cigar from her lips.
"You've got a lot of nerve, treating me like this, Clark!" she snarled. "You think you can just take my cigars away like I was some teenager? Think again, buster! And why haven't you fixed dinner yet?"
Clark looked perplexed. "This isn't like you, Lois," he said with infuriating calm.
"Maybe this is the real me," Lois sneered. "Doctor Bates just helped!"
"Doctor Bates, huh?" Clark raised an eyebrow. "Maybe you're on to something, Lois. I think it's time I had a visit with this 'doctor.'"
Selina Kyle, a.k.a. Catwoman, strolled up to the mansion and tapped on the door. She checked her watch. She'd had a date with Bruce arranged for months. They'd agreed on attending a dinner and fundraiser for preservation of mountain lion habitats, and
now here she was, in a slinky, body-hugging gown with a cat's eye choker and high heels.
She tapped her foot. Normally, Alfred would have opened the door by now. The hairs on the back of her hneck were prickling. She opened the door. Her eyes widened as she saw a maid sashaying towards the door, swinging her hips in an exaggeration of femininity.
She also had a cock jutting out from beneath her petticoats, with a pair of balls painfully tied off. The thick organ was decorated with enough straps and piercings to fill a tacklebox.
"Hi deah! Welcome ta... oh." the maid looked dejected when she saw Selina. Selina realized that this was a young man, tarted up and surgically enhanced into a tawdry, bubble-brained shemale. And one clearly not interested in talking to women. "Iz mistah
Alfie 'specktin' ya?"
"Alfie...? You mean Alfred? No," Selina replied, watching the tiny tranny cross her legs in discomfort. "I'm looking for Bruce. Bruce Wayne?" The boy-maid's eyes widened.
"B-but Brucie's my name!"
Doctor Bates focused his mind. "Remarkable," he gasped. Doris's mind was in telepathic contact with Queen Hippolyta, far beyond the country. He'd completely forgotten about Lois as he held his mental powers on his first victim.