Moving through Amusement Mile

Selina crept down the fire escape attached to the building, the cold metal numbing her bare feet. With her breasts secured by her right arm, her left held onto the railings. Her eyes were darting everywhere in her immediate vicinity, looking for signs of any inmates nearing the building. Luckily none where near the central gardens so far, perhaps Two Face or Penguin were holding more recruitment rallies.

She reached the bottom of the stairs, finding herself in an alleyway, and hopped atop the dumpster below. Stepping down, she moved to the corner of the alleyway and peaked out. The bridge that ran through Amusement mile had become it’s only remaining road after seismic disturbances had caused vicious flooding. Although joker’s crew occasionally patrolled the bridge, it was at least polluted with dozens of rusted out car wrecks that she could use for cover.

Satisfied that the coast was clear, Selina stepped out into the road, her hands over her breasts and crotch, as she dashed over in the direction of a car wreck. But the bright flash of an orange jumpsuit on the balcony of Gotham Casino caught her eye. “Hey guys, I think I see someone!” Crap! The joker outcasts! She forgot that they lived here! Yet again, so did everyone else. She ducked and skidded behind the car wreck, her breathing quickened as she heard the inmates gathering around the balcony.

“I don’t see anyone.”

“I swear man, it looked like a woman! A naked woman.”

“Ah you’re just seeing things, this place is driving you crazy.”

“You’re one to talk, you were an Asylum inmate!”

Selina heard the gang’s footsteps move away from the balcony and let out a quiet sigh of relief. She nervously poked her head up slightly only to drop back down behind the car. That thug who spotted her was still there! Probably hoping for another glimpse.

He’s not leaving anytime soon, and you can’t afford to wait. Selina let go of her breasts and crotch, and summoned all her willpower to adopt a catlike stance. She crept on all fours and carefully manoeuvred herself around the car wreck to the concrete barrier in the middle of the road. Hugging the wall, she continued to crawl across the bridge and away from the thug’s line of sight. She had crept like this a hundred times before, but with the sensation of her breasts jiggling each step, the rough asphalt on her bare legs and the cold air caressing her nether regions, it took all of her willpower not to give into embarrassment and break her pose.

The added effort meant she was moving much slower than usual, the seconds made agonisingly long with constant paranoia. How long could she keep this up?