Proteus had promised that some part of her would always remember.  He said that somewhere inside this woman’s seemingly vapid mind she was still Superman.

Lex reveled at the prospect.  He could imagine that he was conquering his enemy every night, repeatedly, and a few times during the day. 

He buttoned his shirt, and tied his tie.

Claire got out of bed.  A nipple was exposed as she shuffled to straighten her nightgown.  The silky lace often had trouble containing its bounty.  On her tip toes she walked.  It was difficult for the women to walk on anything less than a three inch heel and the aching in her bottom from last nights festivities didn’t help.  

Trying her best to be sexy in this undignified state, Mrs Luthor made her way to her husband.  She grabbed his shoulders, half for balance, and made pleading eyes toward the taller man.  Softening his sneer, Lex bent down to give her a kiss.  Claire pressed her plump lips to his mouth hungry for the mans tongue.  Lex placed his arms around her, one hand on her sensitive bubble butt.  She kissed more aggressively once balance was not an issue.  

When she began to unbutton Lex’s shirt he broke the kiss.  

“I have to go to work,” he said.

“It’s Sunday,” she insisted.

“I have a situation to deal with.  Jimmy Olsen was caught snooping in one of my defense project facilities.”

“Him again,”  Claire groaned.

“Yes.”

Lex looked closely at his wife.  He analyzed her every facial expression.  “I may have to deal with that boy in a more permanent. manner.”  Claire looked at Lex with pride.  He was strong, he was an alpha male, he had power, and he was hers.

Lex was a little disappointed.  He didn’t think she would plead on Jimmy’s behalf, but he wanted to see some guilt on her face at the very least.

As he was about to leave, Claire spoke.  

“Darling.”

“Yes, my love.”

“I had a strange dream last night.”

“What kind of dream.”

“Well...I was flying.”  

Lex thought about this for a moment then smiled.  “Do you know what Freud says people are really thinking about when they dream of flying.”

“No what.”

Lex lifted his wife off her aching feet and threw her upon the bed.  He then began to take his shirt off.

About three hours late, Lex left to meet with the project coordinator of his defense facility.

While in the shower, a voice came on the intercom.  “Mrs Luthor.  There is is Miss Brandi Wayne her to see you.”

“Send her up, she answered.”

A few minutes later.

“Hey Brandi did you get it.”

“Yeah I got it.”

She held up a device that looked just like the identi-factor.  

A little backstory.  Last year Brandi was putting an indoor pool and minibar into the mansion and found the Batcave.  It didn’t disappear.  She believes that the legendary Batman was her father.  Maybe he was.  She could be a transformed Damien Wayne, Dick Graycon, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown who knows.  Her dreams of running around in a cape, scaring the baddies are pretty vague.  

Anyway, the cave had info on Batman’s last case, including captured blueprints for the Identi-factor.

“Do you have it?”  Brandi asked.

Claire opened the dresser drover where Lex keeps his watches and cufflinks.  There it was in a lead box, a kryptonite ring, the power source of the identi-factor.

Claire felt light headed as she picked it up, but she dismissed it as too many drinks and not enough sleep.

She gave the ring to Brandi and Brandi placed it into the identi-factor.  

At this time neither woman was thinking of changing themselves.  Why would they?  They were awesome.  So what were they planning.