Ass over Tea Kettle

Barbara briefly made eye contact with Selina, her disgruntled face still smushed against the floor. Her eyes then travelled up her naked form, and firmly settled upon her firm buttocks, pointed upright towards the ceiling. The Queen had stopped using her bottom as a footrest and had sat up in unison with the Hatter, both enraptured with her pathetic attempt at a dance, giving her the perfect opportunity.

Barbara continued dancing around the left side of the room, slowly approaching the Queen’s throne. She lined herself up with Selina and the Hatter, and broke off in a sudden sprint. She leapt up into the air, planting a foot on Selina’s behind - prompting an incredibly shrill and indignant yelp of protest from the tied up thief - which launched her into a flip. As she spun closer to Hatter, she extended her foot, and the heel landed squarely in the centre of his oversized top hat.

Barbara fell back down onto the floor and quickly rolled into a standing position, observing the fruits of her labour. The destruction of the top hat caused the hidden mind control device to malfunction, a dazzling display of electricity shot down from the hat and spread across Hatter. Whatever yelps Selina had made in response to her butt’s suffering, where nothing compared to the comically ear piercing screams that emerged from the stunned Hatter. While not mimicking his screams, the Queen and her court mimicked his violent convulsions, as though all were possessed by the same devil, before Hatter and his hostages all collapsed ****.

Catwoman rose to her feet, stupefied by the carnage Batgirl had wrought. “Holy hell, you did it! Even if you did use my ass as a launching pad.”

“Mmphhry.”

“Whatever, it’s fine. I’ll consider it an even score.”

“Wwmmphhy mmphr?” Barbara asked.

“What? Oh, you mean our identities. Well, Hatter’s victims will have no memory of anything that happened under his control. And considering that he took a huge electric shock to brain, I doubt he’ll remember this either.”

As if to confirm Selina’s statement, the Hatter began talking in his sleep, grumbling about Batgirl being on her way to his wonderland.

Oh thank God, thought Barbara, Batman won’t get on my case about this.

Speaking of which, approaching police sirens and the roaring engines of the batmobile were heard by the naked women. “That’s our cue to leave! Cmon!”

“Mmmph!”