An amulet reaches the Watchtower.

Batgirl popped into the Watchtower, courtesy of the Boom Tube technology she only partially understood. The security cameras turned to record her—all of her. Between her neck and her shins the only piece of clothing she still wore was her utility belt. The Watchtower’s video system captured her bare breasts and her immaculately-trimmed pussy the second she came into view, and as she sauntered from the teleporters, they got a perfect close-up of the young woman’s gently swaying ass.

She only made it halfway down the hallway before Hawkgirl flew—literally and figuratively—from the security room, trying her level best to look Batgirl in the eye and only the eye. “Batgirl! What do you think you’re doing?”

“Just dropping this off in the vault.” Batgirl tapped the amulet resting on top of her tits. “It’s evidence in a robbery, but we think there’s something deeper going on deeper.”

“Not that, I mean your…” Hawkgirl fell silent as she gave in to her curiosity and glanced down at the amulet. It wasn’t to ogle her fellow superheroine’s nakedness, just to see the item in question, though she couldn’t resist just a little glance at how Batgirl looked under her skintight unitard. But as soon as she saw the amulet, Batgirl’s state of undress didn’t seem so important. It slipped completely under her notice, even as she reached behind her neck to unfasten her halter top. “I mean how you didn’t call us to say you had something we needed to secure.”

“It’s not dangerous. Probably,” she waved off her own concerns. “It’s just to be sure. You know Batwoman.”

Hawkgirl pulled her top completely off and started on her leggings, shimmying her panties down with them. “It doesn’t matter. League protocol is that anything going in the vault requires at least two members, in case something happens. And since I’m on duty, I’ll accompany you.”

“Sure, why not?” Batgirl’s chest bounced when she shrugged, but not nearly as much as Hawkgirl’s did when she kicked her bottoms and boots against the wall, leaving her in nothing but a golden mask and a half-hearted scowl. “Maybe we can talk to a few other people too, see if anybody can tell what this is?”

“Alright. We’ll take the long way.” Hawkgirl lifted one breast, rubbing her thumb over her nipple. It wasn’t a conscious thought, just a natural instinct like breathing or remembering how to walk. Batgirl didn’t say a word, not with her own fingers inching their way between her legs, and they set off down the hallway, two effectively-naked woman bringing the amulet even deeper into the Watchtower.