Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee

Naked, Batgirl darted through the darkened amusement park. She was trying desperately to hide from Mad Hatter's goons, all doubtlessly brainwashed to do his biding by his mind control technology. Who knows what horrible fate he had in store for her if she were caught! She now felt real fear. She wished she could call for help, but with her bike and belt gone she had no way to contract Batman or any of the other heroes. She was alone, a naked masked woman. Adding to her helplessness was the fact that her hands were stuck to her butt by some strange adhesive. She couldn't even cover as she ran, her breasts flopping wildly! Her bare feet hurried across the grass, legs kicking wildly. Modest lost to fear, and she was terrified of being found!

Unfortunately, as she rounded the corner, she was greeted by two figures. Two large fat men, each with colorful striped shirts, suspenders holding up silly red pants and strange silly caps. Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, obviously.

Batgirl slid to a stop. She blushed, wishing she could cover her heaving chest, or her crotch, bare but a strip of bright red hair. But no, she just stood like an idiot, while the two men looked on.

"I say Tweedle Dee!" One man said in a strange voice. "Look here! It's a girl!"

"Pleased to meet you!" The other man said, moving towards the fearful Batgirl. "I'm Tweedle Dee, and This is Tweedle Dum!"

The both pranced up, looking rather absurd, and stuck out their hands. Obviously they were waiting for a handshake. Batgirl could not shake their hands even if she wanted to. Her hands were stuck fast on her bare backside.

"I say, she won't shake my hand!" Dee said, indignant.

"Me neither!" Dum agreed. "How rude!"

"Rude indeed..." Dee said, growing rather sinister as he leaned in at the naked Batgirl...