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by Dr. Chloroform


 

Super Becca flew over the country side, looking for the farm where supercriminal Lex Luthor was hiding out.

"That last time he trapped me in the mountains," Super Becca thought to herself, "Well, I'll grab he so quickly that he won't catch me this time."

Super Becca sees a barn, and a quick check with her x-ray vision reveals it's lead lined. "That's got to be Luthor's hide out," Super Becca thought with a smile as she landed outside the structure.

"Well, howdy, Super Becca," Lex Luthor said, dressed as a farmer, holding a pitchfork made of kryptonite.

"Gasp, a trap," Super Becca said, collapsing to the ground, "The lead kept me from seeing the kryptonite. How diabolical!"

"You got that right, little Super Lady," Lex Luthor said as he tied her hands and feet, and picking her up carried her inside the barn.

"That's this?" Super Becca said, seeing instead of a barn inside the structure, a comfortably furnished room.

"I wanted you to see right at home, especially since you won't be leaving any time soon," Lex Luthor said as he tied her spead eagle on the bed, "With you as bait, I'll be able to trap Superman. Then I'll have my way with you."

"If you think a few ropes can hold me after the kryptonite's worn off you've got . . . What? I can't break free!" Super Becca said in shock.

"The ropes have a kryptonite string running through them. Not enough to harm you, but more then enough to leave you weak. I have to leave you for a little while," Lex Luthor said, "I'll go get some chloroform. It'll keep you out of trouble while I'm gone."

"I've got to get free somehow, but how?" Super Becca thought to herself, "Wait a minute, the kryptonite's only effecting my super strength, but my heat vision should work."

Super Becca's eyes glow red, and a slender beam of red light sliced through the ropes. "I'm free!" Super Becca exclaimed.

"Honey, I'm home," Lex Luthor said as he came back into the barn, carrying a bottle of chloroform, and noticing Super Becca standing there with a smile on her face, "What the?"

"Not tonight, Dear," Super Becca said as she punched in the jaw, knocking him out, "You have a headache." The End.


 

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