Batwoman gets some answers, and some villainous attention.

Batwoman’s panties hit the floor, along with the last vestiges of her willpower. They had remained with her all the way across the city as she shed her suit, her gloves, her cape, even her bra, now all distributed on various rooftops. The amulet had finally beaten back her good sense with its relentless spell, and it only spared her mask, her utility belt, and her boots, strips of black and yellow protecting her identity and very little else. In this state of near-total undress she entered Zatanna’s workshop, slipping through the private rooftop entrance. She dropped to the ground heedless of how she bounced upon landing or how Zatanna nearly choked on her coffee. “I have something for you.”

“I don’t think I want it!” Zatanna wiped down her desk, the better to avoid looking at Batwoman’s naked body. “You had better have an amazing explanation for showing up like this.”

“Sorry to come by unannounced—”

“That’s really not the problem here!”

“—but we need you to take a look at this.”

Zatanna followed the line of Batwoman’s finger and squeaked. “I don’t care how proud you are, I don’t…swing…” The amulet’s magic latched onto Zatanna’s distraction, washing away her thoughts. Her jacket fell onto the half-cleaned puddle of coffee, and her bow tie was halfway off before she could see the amulet close-up. “Wow. What’s this?”

“Not sure. We were hoping you could tell us.”

“We?”

“Supergirl’s catching up.”

“The gang’s all here, huh?” She unbuttoned her blouse and tossed it away, though she had trouble getting off her leotard with one hand occupied by inspecting the artifact. “I’m guessing it’s magic?”

Batwoman’s fingers finally made their long-awaited trek to her crotch, pushing against her clit with a **** that made even her blush. “Of a sort.”

“Interesting. Yfitnedi.” She released the amulet as she worked her magic on it, and vice versa, since her spell ended right when her boots came off. “There’s definitely something here. I’m getting some kind of hypnosis, but I don’t know the specifics of the trance. What triggers it, how deep it goes, what it does…if you give me some time to—”

“Gooooood evening, Gotham!” Zatanna’s window shattered into a hundred pieces, destroyed by a whirlwind of blue and pink. Harley Quinn hit the floor and rolled upright, splaying out her legs and arms in an ostentatious pose. “Ta-da—whoa, somebody’s happy to see me!”

Two other windows caved in, and four other women barreled through them, glowing with various forms of magic. “Dammit, Harley!” yelled Star Sapphire, conjuring purple shapes to defend herself as much as to attack her own teammate. “This was supposed to be a surprise attack!”

Harley rested her oversized mallet on her shoulder. “I dunno, I’m pretty surprised.”

“How did—oh!” Star Sapphire noticed the heroes as the same time her allies did, and she reacted with a similar lack of aplomb. “Why are—is this—are you two…like that?”

Zatanna put up her gloved hands and braced her fishnet-covered legs, displaying the only clothes she had. “Are we going to kick your ass? Count on it.”

Killer Frost raised her hands. “Whoa. I didn’t sign up for mud wrestling.”

Tsukuri’s katana never wavered from Batwoman’s neck. “Don’t take them lightly. Their uniforms are not what make them formidable.”

Tala shuddered with poorly-concealed fury. “Is this why Luthor sent us here? To see this? What is he planning?”

Batwoman’s hand—the one that wasn’t savaging her own pussy—crept toward her belt. “Luthor, is it?”

“Really?” Star Sapphire huffed. “Way to give away the game, Tala.”

“Yeah, this is all suddenly Tala’s fault!” Harley stuck out her tongue. “But don’t worry! I’ll save us from the Ladies Godiva with a patented Harley actual surprise sneak attack!” She pounded the handle of her mallet on the ground. One of its faces popped open like a lid, shooting metal balls into the room. Multicolored smoke poured out of them, blinding the heroes and the villains alike. Something tugged at the amulet, and Batwoman felt its cord snap around her neck. A flurry of activity whipped the fog around in quick, strong gusts, but when Batwoman’s vision finally cleared, the villains were gone, and so was the artifact.

“Ria raelc!” Zattana coughed, and the room returned to its earlier state, albeit with a dusting of rainbow glitter on every surface. “Okay, what? Also, the hell?”

“The Legion of Doom.” Batwoman rushed to the window. “And they’re working with Luthor, here in Gotham.”

“Yeah, no kidding. How is…whoa! Your suit!”

Batwoman looked at the familiar emblem on her chest, only to see an equally-familiar rack. She reached for her cape to cover herself, but its familiar weight didn’t rest against her backside. “My suit…and yours. Something in the smoke must have damaged them.” She slid into the shadows, the only modesty she could get on such short notice.

“Yeah,” Zatanna nodded and brushed glitter off her panties before she tugged them on. “Yeah, that makes sense. Enog eb rettilg! …ugh, even magic can’t get rid of this stuff.”

“Whatever the amulet does, if Luthor wants it, we have to make sure he doesn’t get it.” Batwoman reached for the communicator in her belt, which she thankfully still had, no doubt due to its high-tech, very expensive construction. “We need the Justice League.”

“And a new uniform.”

“And that, yes.”