A particularly exciting fight.

Barbara was stunned by the sight before her: she was looking at Diana’s back and the work being done on it, as well as her costume—now reduced to mere shreds of fabric that barely covered her nipples and crotch.

“Diana, why are you...?” the confused and hesitant Batgirl began, only to be interrupted.

“I was masturbating while looking at myself in the mirror,” Diana said bluntly; she even began to pant at the memory. “I think I’m cursed, but we can deal with that later.” Wonder Woman reassured her partner, refocusing her attention on Cheetah.

The cat-woman was completely immobilized, her head pinned between Diana’s large breasts in a hold that rendered her unable to move. Wonder Woman finally touched down, her bare feet making contact with the ruined ground—surface that had once been clean pavement.

Diana quickly released Cheetah, who stumbled backward, dazed and reeling after having been pressed so tightly against her enemy for so long.

She shook her head rapidly to regain her composure, only to realize Wonder Woman had already grabbed her face and was slamming her back into the ground with enough force to create a crater.

Diana looked down at her unconscious rival, then immediately spotted Batgirl, who had already stood up and retrieved her broken utility belt; it was clear that the only clothing she had left was her gloves, boots, and mask—everything else was exposed.

“I didn't know you were so desirable.” Diana licked her lips as she gazed at Batgirl’s large breasts, toned abs, and the faint reddish pubic hair above her pussy.

Batgirl blushed but looked away, somewhat indignant; she was well aware of how good her body looked, but she didn't flaunt it the way Diana was doing right now.

Instead, she simply stepped forward and launched a Batarang that exploded into a net, capturing the unconscious Cheetah.

“Supergirl needs your help,” Barbara told the naked goddess, who was unconsciously sliding her fingers into her pussy.

Before the redhead could make a scene, a tremor shook the ground, and Supergirl crashed down nearby. She landed face-first with her bare ass exposed to the air—though, fortunately, her cape fell over her, covering her up.

Diana smiled as she quickened the pace of her fingers against her needy pussy, while Batgirl simply stood there open-mouthed. The Kryptonian rose, completely dazed, but quickly wrapped her red cape—the only thing that had survived—around her naked body.

“Don’t look!” she shouted in embarrassment, though she grew confused when she saw that Diana was naked and Batgirl was exposed as well.

“What did I miss?” she asked, bewildered by the scene before her.

Diana let out a laugh—tinged with a moan—as she started to run; she finally stopped touching herself and turned around.

“Let Batgirl explain; I have to stop Giganta,” Diana said before taking flight in a small burst of energy.

Kara turned her gaze toward Batgirl, who sighed in irritation at the bizarre and embarrassing situation.

“Long story,” Barbara muttered.