In Joker’s Hideout

Batgirl slowly wakes up hours later, disoriented and unaware of her surroundings. She’s dangling from something, but she can not tell what. Her eyesight is not very reliable, all that she can see is blurry and shapeless. Everything is muffled, and her mind cannot process the sound or anything else for that matter. Slowly blackness returns and she thinks her eyes have closed again.

The redheaded vigilante might have dozed off, though she is not entirely sure, but regardless when she wakes up this time she is much more aware of her surroundings. Both of her wrists are cuffed together, and she’s is hanging from a hook that is connected to a crane, several feet above the ground. She is in some kind of factory, possible a steel mill, except the entire thing is decorated in circus memorabilia, with clown faces painted everywhere. All around her are men wearing clown masks, all standing on the concrete platforms that surrounds the loading area and cheering as if it was a stadium.

“Nice ass, batfreak!”

“I hope you like getting titfucked, Batgirl!”

“Carpet matches the drapes!”

The men all yell things like this at her, though everything they are saying is barely distinguishable from the other due to the sheer number of men in the room. She tries to count but she loses track easily, there’s are at least a hundred but there are most definitely more than that. Batgirl struggles but whatever was in the dart she was shot with has not completely worn off, so she is very weak. So, Batgirl is **** to hang there with everything on display. She wants to cry, but she holds it in, wanting to remain strong and seem unafraid.