Freedom?

Barbara finally awoke to the sound of a crack. She jerked upright, seeing a shadowy figure cutting into the glass of her cell. The horns, the cape, the black...

Barbara shrieked, fidgeting and pulling her bare legs up to her chest, suddenly very aware she was once again stark naked in front of Batman. Mentally making an effort to not think about what he'd seen happen to her, she shivered as he silently cut a way into her cell.

The plant on the far side of the cage stirred. Her eyes widened as she felt it brush her back, only for a batarang to neatly sever the nearest tendril.

"Out!" Bruce said gruffly.

Barbara stumbled to her feet, trying to cover both her boobs and red-topped pussy with her hands as she slipped through the hole in the wall. She stood as straight as she could while still using her arms, shaking.

For a brief, longing moment she glanced back at the plant. Ok, she was glad to not be exposed at Harley and Ivy's whims any more, but _that _part of the experience had at least been nice.

"What did I say about those two?" Batman growled.

"Can we talk about this back at the cave?!" Barbara said, her voice high.

Bruce glowered at her for a moment. He never had been one to take disappointment well. Still, he gave her a once-over to make sure she looked ok, before nodding and reaching to his utility belt.

"I should make you walk home like that as a lesson," he said, more to prove a point than anything as he threw a spare cape at her. Gratefully Barbara took it and wrapped it around herself. "Car's outside."

Barbara lay back on her bed, pressing her legs together as she tried not to think about being Harley and Ivy's prisoner again. She was definitely glad it was over, but certain parts still lingered in her minds, even if the exposure still made her cheeks hot to remember. But now she was Barbara Gordon for a bit, not Batgirl, and Barbara Gordon wasn't the one who'd been naked and cumming for an audience, so that was a plus.

She stretched, still adjusting to the feel of getting dressed. That time in the cell had definitely been the longest she'd been without clothes for as long as she could remember. But at least it was over, at least she didn't need to worry about being humiliated that much ever again. She definitely wouldn't be making that mistake as Batgirl.

And then something hit her window. She jerked upright, and looked over to see... huh? It was a bit of paper tied to a rock. Curiously she went over, opening her window to pull it in...

And froze. She glimpsed the bottom first; a green leaf and a cartoonishly sketched clown face served as a signature. Those two, how could those two be sending a message to her here?! Nervously, Barbara began to read.

Heya Batsygirl!

We had a lot of fun with you, and we figure it's no fun if it's over so soon. So, Ms Barbara Gordon, if you don't want everyone in the city to know your secret identity then you're going to be a fun little toy for us. You're gonna love it!

What Harley's trying to say is 'don't get too attached to those clothes.' We'll be in touch. Hope you do as you're told, you know what'll happen if you don't.