People get houseplants, Ivy gets housepeople

It had been a day. They'd permitted her to keep the cowl, knowing how much of a problem they might have if they figured out who one of the Batfamily was, but they'd ensured she had nothing else. They seemed rather happy with that arrangement.

And Barbara was left agonisingly unfulfilled, vines going no further than holding her in place as Ivy had moved her elsewhere.

It was a glass cage. Well, it was a greenhouse, but with the kinds of plants Ivy cooked up cage was a much better descriptor. There were a few others, some filled with leafy flowery things, and others like hers and almost empty. Maybe Ivy had been planning to plant stuff in there later.

For now there were just a few fronds near the glass, and a few gently swaying vines that reacted to her presence. Barbara nervously kept to the other side of the cage.

She was in a fairly large room, with the lights overhead helping the plants grow and keeping her warm. She spent the first hour beating on the sturdy glass, not sure whether she was more focused on getting away or on convincing Harley and Ivy to get back and ravish her so she could at least get something out of all this.

But, slowly, the depth of her mistake became apparent. It had been a fun fantasy but in reality she was naked, a captive, and who knew when she'd be rescued and for that matter how much her rescuer would see? She'd probably prefer to stay Harley and Ivy's decoration than for Bruce to see her like this.

Nervously Barbara crossed her arms, and eventually lay down on the soil. Hopefully she'd think of something.

She woke up to the sound of movement. Barbara quickly scrambled to sit up only to give a panic shriek as she saw Harley and Ivy returning with maybe a dozen of Gotham's gangsters. Fuck, it couldn't have just been then could it?!

Barbara scrambled, pulling her bare legs up to her chest, very aware of how utterly exposed she was. Being nude in front of Harley and Ivy had been embarrassing, but at least she'd hoped for more. This? This was just humiliating.

"Ah yes, my latest decoration," Ivy said. "Like her?"

Barbara squealed as the men eyed her. She shuddered, staying sat down and trying to hide as much of her naked body as she could.

"Red's great at home deco!" Harley chimed. "Hey, show them what you can make her do, go on!"

Ivy smirked. Barbara's eyes widened, suddenly even more nervous at Harley's words.

She heard another sound. She looked back, and spotted the vines shifting behind her, moving closer. She vividly remembered when Ivy and Harley had held her on display the previous day.

And now there were even more people outside, men eager for a glimpse of the naked Batgirl.