Author Notes: In the history of things being katarik's fault, this is probably... rather mild, I guess. All things considering.
"Um... Sorry, Lois. I think I broke it."
"Well, that's something you don't see every day. I guess you truly are the Man of Steel."
"Never mind. Anyway, it was an old one, I had it from college."
"I'll buy you a new one."
"I don't think they make Kryptonian-proof cockrings. We'll have to make one."
The woman sighs and sits astride the bound man. "Don't argue with your wife, Clark."
* * *
It's a ring, although the semantics of the word are helpfully vague in this case. The design, aside from the requeriments imposed by function, seems Kryptonian, but the Fortress' databases and manufacturing capabilities makes the fact less than decisive in terms of its possible terrestrial origin.
Bruce decides to store it as a "Kryptonite ring," pending further research.
* * *
"That's an interesting restraining device, Kal."
"I... Just take it, please. It's in an odd shape, but it's still Kryptonite, and..."
"It would be too embarrassing to give it to Bruce for safekeeping?"
* * *
Clearly, Maxima's fixation with him has shifted significantly. Probably Batman could make a precise psychological assessment of it.
Superman just grits his teeth against the pain and keeps working on his restraints.
* * *
It's an interesting idea. He can already see ways to improve the traditional design, and...
No. His war is against the alien, but it isn't a personal one.
Luthor goes back to his design file for a traditional finger ring.