The Streaking Heroine

Peering out from the entrance of the alleyway, Barbara took a deep breath before dashing out onto the sidewalk. The night street appeared empty, though that didn't soothe Barbara's anxiety.

She clutched her cape close to her body in a **** attempt to maintain her dignity. For aesthetic reasons, Batgirl's cape wasn't very long, draping down only to her waist. Thus, while her cape covered her chest, it stopped just above her crotch leaving her bat shaped pubes and bare ass on full display.

A clock on the side of a nearby building read 10:35 pm, and Barbara began to pick up her pace. Every step gave Batgirl a tinge of humiliation, but she couldn't stop moving. There's no telling what would happen if she lost that suit.

"Someone, please help!"

The sound of someone crying out for help caught Barbara's ear, and on instinct, she stopped to assess its source. Just across the street was a convenience store, the only building with its lights still on. Sneaking towards the window, Barbara peered inside.

A man stood behind a cash register, his hands raised in the air. On the other side of the register, another man, wearing a ski mask, aimed his gun directly at the cashier.

"Stop your crying and put the money on the table!" the gunman exclaimed, holding out a black bag to the cashier.

Meekly, the cashier opened the register and began placing its contents onto the table.

Barbara clenched her fist. She didn't have time to be dealing with petty crimes. If she involved herself, it would only mean more humiliation. However, she couldn't just leave a criminal to get away scot-free, right?