She has to!

Batgirl nervously takes the tart, eating it. Nothing happened, causing her to look around in confusion.

"What is this?" she asked, getting angry.

Suddenly, the door behind her swung open, revealing a few men in rabbit costumes standing behind her. She braced her fists, ready for a fight.

"Not so fast, Batgirl. Remember what will happen if you don't play my game!" warned Tetch.

She sighed, putting her fists back down. The men surrounded her, pushing her forward towards the door. They began to walk outside, with no destination evident to her.

"The tart. What did it do?"

"It will make sense in due time," replied one of the men.

Finally, they arrived in another small room. In the middle was a mannequin, but no clothing was on it.

"Now Batgirl, it's time for you to fully play along. I've already relieved you of your belt, boots, and gloves. You need to take off the rest and embrace your role," came Tetch's voice once again.

"What? No way!"

"That tart you just ate allows me to end this little game of ours whenever I please. Do you want to find out what game over means for you? I don't think you do!"

Batgirl nervously looked around. She was surrounded by the henchmen. She knew she could take them all out easily, but Tetch had all the power here now. This was his world, she was just stuck in it.

"E-everything?" she nervously asked.

"Oh yes, my dear Bat. You're going to have to show us that sexy body. And, of course, your pretty face..."

She instinctively grabbed at her mask, not wanting to even consider removing it in front of mere henchmen and her insane foe. Her identity couldn't be revealed to them, she'd be a sitting duck for future retaliation.

She didn't know what to do.