No

“You bring up a good point… Ms. Gordon is a cunning girl, and she may be trying to pull the wool over our eyes.” Riddler looked over to her. “Sorry Barbara, no bathroom break for you.”

“But I really have to go.”

Truthfully, she didn’t. While Barbara had to urinate, the need wasn’t urgent. She just wanted anything that resembled alone time.

“I’m sorry, but I just don’t believe you.”

Barbara was not quite thinking clearly right now and was willing to do anything to get the Riddler mad at her. So, without a second thought, Barbara relaxed the muscles holding her urine in and peed all over the chair she was sitting on. She stared into the Riddler’s eyes with a furious expression on her face. Something inside Barbara felt primal and she made a conscious effort to try peeing harder onto the chair. All Riddler and his associates could do was stare in shock. Once her bladder had emptied completely, all was silent.

It was one of the henchmen that broke the silence, however. “Disgusting bitch, I bet she got turned on by that…”

Barbara ignored him and kept her gaze focused on Riddler. He looked noticeably uncomfortable. “I told you I had to use the bathroom.”

“I’m sorry… I didn’t realize it was that urgent. Let me… Let me clean that up for you.” Riddler looked over to his goons. “Uh, gentlemen, I need two of you to bring Ms. Gordon to her new bedroom.

The thugs, still a little put off by what had just happened, silently went along with what the Riddler had commanded. Barbara was untied and picked up rom the urine soaked chair. Her legs and buttocks were still covered in her own pee and even though she couldn’t feel it she knew it was there. But she took a very small amount of pride in the fact that she’d been able to make her kidnapper uncomfortable. Barbara hated being carried like this but decided not to voice any further complaints.

The thugs brought her to a small windowless room. It was unfurnished save for a tiny bed a single pillow and a blanket over it. Barbara was placed on the bed and the thugs left.

“I’ll be by with something to dry yourself off in a minute. From now on, I promise to let you use our restroom whenever you’d like.” The Riddler smiled again. “Oh, and you won’t have to worry about my men bothering you. I have the only key. Goodnight, Ms. Gordon.”

Riddler shut the door behind him before Barbara could respond, to think about what had happened. It was then that things started to sink in for her. She had been kidnapped by a group of dangerous criminals, her body ogled by them, and to top it all off she’d willingly peed herself in front of them. Barbara lay back against the pillow and all of a sudden she was feeling a lot less proud of herself.