Gotham (Earth-1)

"As fun as all that sounds," Erin said, "You know what? I'm going to ignore you. If this is a free ticket anywhere, I've always wanted to pay a visit to Gotham. You hear all kinds of rumours about a local vigilante there too. Wouldn't mind getting a look at her."

She glanced over to Caitlin again, smirking as the scientist flushed deeper, fidgeting. Idly Erin wondered whether a trained badass vigilante would be more or less flustered by ending up naked; on one hand they'd be more stoic, but on the other nudity was probably the one thing they hadn't been trained for.

"Gotham? I think I can do Gotham," Cisco said.

"Any way you can home in on their vigilante?" Erin said. "Save time wandering around the streets."

"I'll try," Cisco said. "It's harder if I haven't met them, but I can probably get close if I focus on the right things."

"P-please," Caitlin squeaked.

Erin glanced over to her. Oh, right, once she left Caitlin would be able to get dressed again; well there was no harm in delaying that.

"You do your thing," Erin said to Cisco. "Back in a sec."

Quickly she darted out of the room, to where Caitlin had been made to strip not long before. She picked up the discarded garments before heading back to where Cisco had already created a breach.

"Nice meeting you," Erin said. "Have fun!"

"H-hey!" Caitlin squealed.

Too late; Erin leapt through the breach with her clothes in hand, ensuring it would be a fair bit longer before the nude scientist could regain her modesty.

Reality swirled around her, concrete images replaced by an indistinct haze of countless places overlaid. Even when she felt her feet land on solid ground it was a good few moments befroe her head cleared. Huh. Travel by breach was one hell of a trip.

She dropped Caitlin's clothes and stood up straighter, looking around; dark streets, old-fashioned yet ostentatious architecture, and then the Wayne Enterprises building lit up in the distance. She was definitely in Gothem. Weary, she closed her eyes, head still pounding slightly from the trip.

There was a sound; Erin looked up sharply. If Cisco had done his job and gotten her near the so-called Batwoman...

It figured a vigilante would be scuffling with someone. Erin started running, following the noise; while the Gotham vigilantes weren't much more than rumours, shadowy stories that might well have been made up to inspire fear, they were ones she'd liked the sound of. Batman had vanished a few years back, but more recently there were murmurs of a female counterpart.

Erin turned a street corner and grinned to see her. Black leather, always a classic, and then a striking red wig emerging from the mask, a cape trailing behind her as she moved. Erin kept her distance, watching.

She wasn't alone, but the woman she was with definitely didn't seem like a friend. Long dark hair, bronzed skin, and a slightly cocky manner that Erin would admit to liking even if she seemed evenly matched by the Batwoman.

The conflict only lasted a matter of seconds; neither won, but they moved apart, still eyeing one another, catching their breath.

"Talia. You're back," Batwoman said.

"You remember me. I'm flattered," Talia said. "Last time I was in Gotham you had me gift-wrapped and sent to Slabside. You don't want to know what that place was like."

"This is about ****?"

"Justice," Talia said.

Almost too quick to see, she pulled out a bow and fired an arrow at a streetlight; others still illuminated a street, but the sudden sparking darkness was enough of a distraction for her to lunge again. Erin raised her eyebrows; what had she gotten in the middle of?

Oh well, not like it mattered. She strode forwards, doing her best to focus on sending out pacifying 'friendship.' That was step one; step two was where it got fun.

Talia's bow was thrown clattering across the street as fists met again, whriling kicks and blows too fast for Erin's eye to follow, interrupted only when she shouted.

"Hey, stop that!" she said. "Way more fun things you could be doing."

There was a pause, the two nemeses caught off-guard. Erin renewed the 'friendship,' just in case.

"Who are you?" Talia said, voice cool.

"Name's Erin," she said. She glanced at Batwoman; "Bit of a fan, glad you're real. Always wanted to do this."

"What-" Batwoman began.

And then her low drawl, evidently meant to make her vigilante persona come across as intimidating, was somewhat ruined by a shocked cry as she started to undo her tight-fitting costume. The red symbol, the black fabric all peeled away to reveal glimpses of paler skin beneath.

Talia watched, bemused, raising an eyebrow rather than resuming the fight. Black gloves were discarded, and her bra was undone before the rest of the suit was even off, her panties pushed down with it.

In mere moments Batwoman stood up, straightening, sans most of her costume. Erin smirked, watching as she tried to cross an arm over her tits, but she wasn't done yet; last of all was her mask. Before she could cover up her hands went up to it, pushing it and her wig up and off her head, revealing short hair and a wide-eyed, pink-cheeked face beneath.

Not that Erin was looking at that particular part of the vigilante's body, while she stood naked in the street.

"Now that's a lot of tattoos," Erin said.

The undressed Batwoman glanced around quickly, before hurriedly crossing one arm over her chest, and trying to hide her pussy with her other hand, staring at Erin. She opened her mouth, but faltered; well that answered one question. Apparently she was stoic enough to not whimper as much as Caitlin had, even if she seemed rather mortified by her current situation.

"Kate Kane," Talia said slowly. "Interesting."

'Batwoman' sharply glanced sideways, the speed of her movement making her hands slip for a brief second. She swiftly adjusted.

Huh. Apparently Talia actually had been looking at Kate's face. Boring.

"Did you do this?!" Kate said. It wasn't quite a shout, more incredulous than that.

"Guilty," Erin said. A little 'never' encouraged Kate to lower her arms again, giving her a full view of all those tattoos, and the toned body they adorned. "Really not regretting it right now."

"You just had to get me naked, in the middle of the street," Kate said. "And make me take off my mask in front of an assassin?"

Talia was smirking. Even if she was an assassin, she seemed to find the situation amusing; Erin couldn't blame her, Erin's increasingly flushed features were a delight.

"Hey, that's on you," Erin said. "How was I meant to know you'd actually have a recognisable face? I just met Vibe, didn't know his face. Wouldn't know most people's. Just because you're a celebrity that chose to be a vigilante doesn't make it my fault. How was I supposed to know that bloody Oliver Queen is the default model for you people? Next thing you'll be telling me Bruce Wayne is the Batman."

Kate flushed.

Still, Erin had to feel for her a bit. She hadn't exactly intended to go about outing identities; maybe she could figure something out about that.

First of all she sent a little friendship over to Kate again, refreshing it. Friendship only went so far, and she could hear the irritation in Kate's voice; she probably wouldn't eaisly forgive a friend for unmasking her either.

Well, a little apology was in order. Maybe she'd like this.

"Talia, right?" Erin said. "Say thanks."

"You do have my gratitude," Talia said. "For the knowledge, and the... amusement."

Kate blushed. Erin smiled.

"A proper thank you, now," Erin said, and focused.

Talia opened her mouth to speak, and then gave a much more undignified yelp as she pulled her hood back, undoing the garb she wore, layer after layer of light padding being undone.

Huh. It seemed both her guesses were right; Kate at least tried to be more stoic, Talia meanwhile was thoroughly unprepared for ending up naked.

Erin didn't even have the words for the various parts of what seemed to be her uniform, suffice to say her top ended up resting over her quiver, a sports bra like layer joining them as she revealed her tits. (Erin couldn't help but notice Kate's eyes drawn to the same sight).

"I thought you were targetting her-" Talia said, face reddening as much at how panicked her voice sounded, as the face she was pushing her pants down, bending over as she struggled with them and turning on the spot. Both Erin and Kate took in the sight of her ass.

"I'm not on anyone's side," Erin said. "Just figured you'd look better naked. Both of you."

Talia threw the last of her clothing aside, beet-red and doing her best to hide that fact. She hunched forwards slightly, trying to cover up her front with her arms as she fidgeted to adjust her angle. She backed away, closer to the wall.

Now then, Erin eyed the two nude vigilantes, what to do with them...