Naked and masked

Panicked, Laurel turned and ran back the way she'd come in. More than anything, the thought of not only being seen in as little as her underwear, but also being recognised, people knowing that it was her they were seeing... Oh god, it made her cheeks burn.

She went for her mask, hurrying to the back way in and out of the bunker, scooping up her mask and wig before climbing the ladder with them in one hand. Getting out still had to be her priority.

She heard the metal of a secure door sliding shut as automated systems took over. That should mean she was safe; still she kept climbing until she reached the top of the ladder.

Breathless, Laurel got back onto her feet; she quickly fastened the mask over her eyes before nervously holding the wig over her chest, fidgeting awkwardly for a few seconds. then, exhaling, she lifted it further to wear it properly.

God, why had she thought this was the better option?

The secret entrance and exit was just that, secret. Instead of vigilantes trekking out through the front end, it deposited them in some non-descript alley. Or rather, in a cramped locked room adjacent to the alley.

A cramped room with nothing in. There were a few layers of security; one was the floor panels that concealed the ladder that lead down. Trying to get in from the top, even if you knew it was there, was far from an easy task without knowing the code to input into a hidden panel.

And then there was the door out to the street. Most people would probably assume it was just a janitor's storage shed, nothing noteworthy, even if the door was just a touch more secure than most.

Not that that meant much to Laurel, beyond the fact she wasn't yet on the street outside. She was stark naked, save for her wig and mask that protected her identity, but at least no one could see her. Yet.

The problem with the minimalist cover was that there were no resources for her to use. She couldn't contact anyone, there was no change of clothes... A handful of assorted brushes and keys didn't help her.

Laurel swallowed.

At least no one would recognise her, she told herself. It didn't matter what happened, it didn't matter how much people saw, barely anyone knew the Black Canary was Laurel Lance. Just so long as she avoided that slim handful of people...

She'd still need to deal with the fact that whether or not they could trace it back to her, they were still seeing her naked body.

Laurel bit her lip, nearing the door.

Well she had to do this sooner or later. Better to rush out and find something she could use to cover up, or maybe even sneak home, than hang around and wait for the team to come back and stumble on her like this.

Flushing, Laurel stepped outside into the alley.

It was dark; vigilantes were rarely needed in the day. Still this was Star City, the streetlights ensured there was still far too much illuminating her exposure.

Checking her wig and mask one last time, ensuring her identity was secure, Laurel swallowed and started to run.