A dash of makeup

Recognising the Red Queen’s rage, Hatter lightly swiped the rim of his top hat, which opened up a secret hatch on the head of the hat and unveiled a small satellite dish. The satellite dish spun, implanting a suggestion into the queen’s mind.

Batgirl felt the hands and feathers cease their tickling, her laughing fit slowed into a light giggle that was sharply cut off by the Red queen’s words. “You dare laugh at my might! Foolish girl, you shall be silenced with glue for an hour or two!” Once more, Batgirl’s arms were grabbed by a guard behind her, as another approached her, a tube of red lipstick in his hand. Batgirl tossed and turned until the guard grabbed her face tightly and applied the lipstick with precision.

The guard shortly released her, and batgirl stole a quick glance at herself in a nearby window pane. Her lips were now a shade of bright, ruby red, and were now somehow sealed tightly together. “Mmmphff ph hhhh?!” Batgirl protested. “Yes Alice, a lipstick glue of my own devising. It should wear off in a little while, which should be enough time for you to contemplate upon your insolence!”

Wait, her own devising? But she was one of Hatter’s hostages wasn’t she? Hatter’s files never mentioned his subjects having any input! Batgirl glanced over at Hatter, still massaging Selina’s butt cheeks. But instead of focusing on the plump behind that lay on his lap, he was instead staring intently at the Red Queen’s direction, as was the satellite dish that had emerged from inside his top hat. So that’s how he’s controlling them, Barbara mused to herself. All I have to do is disable that hat and the hostages will be free, and this whole naked nightmare will be over!

But before she could begin devising a plan to knock out Tetch’s wretched top hat, the Red Queen bellowed another decree that snapped batgirl back to reality. “You know child, that red actually suits you. Perhaps with a little more makeup, a bit of paint and a jingly hat, you’d fit right into my kingdom, as a court jester! Take her back to the changing rooms!”

The guard pulled the kicking and screaming (or as best she could manage given her literal tight lipped circumstances) Batgirl into the changing rooms, and both Hatter and the Queen looked down upon Selina in unison. “And send her back to the changing rooms too!” The Queen said, vocalising Hatter’s thoughts. “The Cheshire Cat still doesn’t look quite right.”