Laurel takes a few risks

Laurel glanced out around the corner of the alley; then, at the sight of a huddle of people hanging out by a parked car, hastily pulled her head back.

Of course the street wasn't empty. Of course.

She kept her back against the wall, unable to keep the flush from her cheeks at the feel of her bare ass against the bricks. God, nothing would let her forget the fact that she was currently stuck naked in the middle of the city.

Don't focus on that, focus on getting home. Like it was that easy. Laurel swallowed, nervously glancing out again.

There wasn't any way out into the street which wouldn't end with her being seen; the group of people were further away, but they weren't the only people out, and either way she'd be out in the open as soon as she left the alley.

And the path home took her right by that group. There was no forgetting that.

Maybe there was some more circuituous route if she went the other way, but she wasn't sure how appealing that option was. Sooner or later she'd probably end up going past people, and all in all it'd just mean she'd be outside for even longer.

She just wanted to get home.

And no one could recognise her, she repeated that in her head again like some kind of mantra. No one could identify her as the Black Canary, so long as she only had the mask and wig on. The number of people who'd seen her body neck-down was minimal, and the number that might conceivably recognise her from that...

She liked to think it was no one.

Flushing, Laurel took her first step out into the street. She couldn't help the squeak that escaped her lips.

Oh, screw walking, it wasn't like streaking through Star City was ever going to be subtle.

Taking a risk she never would have if she'd been without her mask, Laurel started running in the direction of her home, hyperaware of the fact that those she passed could see quite literally anything.

She wasn't covering herself; somehow that seemed even more embarrassing, adopting an undignified posture that hardly made her any less naked, and on top of everything would slow her down. No, she just wanted to run.

They could see her tits, but they didn't know they were hers. She told herself that again and again, whimpering nervously. Just trust in anonymity.

"Wait, is that Black Canary-"

She whimpered as she heard that exclamation, trying to run a little bit faster. Not that it made her any less embarrassed; it meant they instead got a clear view of her ass as she ran past them, glancing around desperately as though someone would have left a change of clothes out.

But, no, she was still left hurrying down the street. This sort of thing never happened to Ollie...

Nervously she adjusted her mask again; oh god, she could not lose that.

Laurel turned a corner, then yelped as she almost ran into someone. It took her a thoroughly embarrassing moment to right herself, far too aware of the full-frontal view she was giving.

"Whoa!"

And then she darted around them, flushing furiously as she kept moving. She could almost feel their eyes on her departing ass.