Get rid of the itch

Batgirl knows what she has to do.

Quickly, she undos the clasps on her cape, letting it fall to the ground next to her. She peels off her top, throwing it to the side. Relief hit her immediately, the itching on her chest and arms had begun to subside.

Her legs, however, were still burning. She rapidly pushed down her pants, throwing them to the side as she had done with her top.

"Ah.." she muttered, feeling the painful itch begin to go away.

She looked down at herself, clad now in just a sports bra and panties. It was humiliating. Just as she was about to find a way to cover herself, her face began to burn.

Her mask!

She looked around, fear filling her body. Her face was getting itchy. It was a slower process than it had been on her body, but it wouldn't take long to become unbearable.

But she couldn't unmask! Not in front of Mad Hatter and his henchmen! How could she continue as Batgirl if he knew who she really was?

"What's wrong, Batgirl? Still feeling the effects? Need one of my men to help you with the last piece?" asked Hatter, his voice taunting her.

Batgirl was stuck. She had nothing to cover her body but her underwear, and her mask was slowly causing her immense discomfort.

She needed a way out.