Barbara gets her wish

Barbara wasn't sure how long she was kept there, naked body on display for the lowlifes. Even if they were worried about her overhearing something useful, she barely paid attention. How was she meant to think of anything else?

They kept looking back at her, drinking in the view, and every now and again Ivy would look back and the vines would twist, heavy tendrils pressing ever so slightly more against her. To her shame Barbara felt a little more aroused each time.

By the sound of the chuckles, they'd noticed that too.

"Well that's that!" Ivy said after what might have been hours. "Fancy a celebration, gentlemen?"

Rather unsurprisingly all eyes turned back to Barbara. Except for Harley, who didn't need to. She'd been staring all the while, more interested in Batgirl's humiliation than the dealings.

The one Ivy had called Matches was watching more intently. Barbara squinted, sure there was something familiar about his face. Something hidden behind the glasses, the hair, the...

Her thoughts were quickly interrupted as the vines wrapped around her thighs snuck higher. Her eyes widened at the first touch.

Ok, she had wanted this, she'd dreamed of this, the whole reason she was in this situation was because she was curious about the rumours of what Harley and Ivy might do to girls they caught. That didn't mean the situation she'd wanted it to happen in was in front of a dozen mobsters while trapped in a glass cage, naked and with two rather thick vines creeping up her legs now and taking careful aim.

There was no dwelling on who was watching while she felt the two vines filling her up, felt the frustration she'd had build up overnight finally find an out. Barbara squirmed in the grip of the tentacle-like vines as Ivy controlled them, watching and smirking.

Matches! Fuck, Matches, it suddenly struck her where she'd heard it. Bruce had mentioned him. It was an identity he sometimes used... to...

Barbara shrieked, as much from the realisation/remembrance as from the vines. Matches Malone was an identity Batman put on to infiltrate criminal circles. Maybe he was there because she hadn't gone home, or... fuck, it didn't matter, it was Bruce who couldn't interfere and had **** but to stand there and watch her naked body and watch her...

Barbara squirmed, unable to imagine being more humiliated than she was that very moment, as Ivy's vines treated the mobsters, Harley, Ivy and Bruce to the sight of Batgirl as she came again, and again, and again, and again.