On the Watchtower, Batgirl and Hawkgirl notice something missing.

Batgirl typed her passcode into the computer with fingers still sticky from her pussy juices. Just behind her, Hawkgirl leaned against the wall, her fingers a blur around her crotch. “Fuck! Fuck, I’m cumming! Yes, yes, yes, yes! Oh, fuuuuuuck!” She raised her body up on her toes and arched her back, shaking from top to bottom with the second orgasm she had given herself during the walk from the security room. Batgirl ignored it completely, just as if she’d merely heard Hawkgirl sneezing, and a moment later it was quiet save for Hawkgirl’s ragged breath and the wet friction of Batgirl’s own hand. The deposit box opened, and Batgirl laid the amulet in it while Hawkgirl peered over her shoulder. “I don’t know. Maybe we should bring it to somebody else before we put it away. Who else is good with magic?”

“I’m sure Batwoman’s on it.” Batgirl closed the tiny door and waited for the lock inside to engage. “We’ve done our part and gotten this one out of the wild.”

“I suppose. There’s no use arguing with Batwoman’s plan anyway, whatever it is.”

“Now you’re getting it.” Batgirl smirked as the girls left the vault, letting the automated systems seal it behind them. “Speaking of which, I should get back down there. Still a lot of patrolling to do.”

She rounded the corner and ran straight into Wonder Woman’s well-secured bosom, nearly knocking herself on her naked rear. Wonder Woman shielded her eyes, peeking at the sidekick over her fingers. “Batgirl! I see it reached here as well.”

“Here? What did?”

“Your state of undress.”

“My…what are you talking—ahh!” Now free of the amulet’s influence, Batgirl slapped her forearm over her chest and covered her pussy with the hand she had moments ago used to fill it knuckle-deep. “My suit! What happened to my suit?”

Hawkgirl’s wings folded around herself, and her full-body blush covered everything they didn’t. “Are we under attack?”

“It’s not clear.” Wonder Woman lowered her hand, but remained careful to look her allies only in the eyes. “We noticed something similar in the gym a few minutes after you came by. Our clothing strewn around—or, in Vixen’s case, partially destroyed—in an instant, without our notice. It may be some villain trying to rob us of our equipment.”

“And our dignity,” Hawkgirl grumbled. “Where are our uniforms? Shouldn’t they be right here?”

“We found yours near the entrance. Batgirl’s, I’m afraid, is nowhere to be found.”

Batgirl examined herself visually, keeping her naked backside against the wall. “I still have my belt, though. If somebody’s trying to disarm us, they did a shoddy job of it. I’ll have to—”

“Watchtower. Come in.”

Batgirl had her fingers halfway to her earpiece before she felt her chest bounce free again, and her modesty left only the dressed superhero free to answer. “Batwoman, this is Wonder Woman. We have a situation here.”

“So do we. The Legion of Doom.”

She rolled her eyes. “It figures.”

”They attacked us and took an amulet we were investigating. Has Batgirl secured the other one in the vault?”

Batgirl gave Wonder Woman a sheepish thumbs-up. “Yes, it’s safe.”

”Good. We’ll need some help down here.”

“I’ll rally the troops.” Wonder Woman nodded at Batgirl and Hawkgirl. “Get your backup clothing. We’ll deal with this problem once we’ve handled the Legion of Doom.”