Kate checks in

Kate sat in the back of the car as she was taken through the rather ridiculously ominous gates to Arkham Asylum, thinking quickly. She crossed her arms tightly over her breasts, even as the car came to a stop.

This was meant to be a secure place. Emphasis on meant. It was supposed to be capable of holding the likes of the Joker, and even if he used to get out every other week, that was usually with outside help she didn't have. Plus he wasn't naked. Things tended to be better these days anyway.

She was led to a cluttered looking office with a stranger in a labcoat on the far side of the desk, PhDs in cracked frames adorning the stained wall behind him, an ancient looking security camera embarrassingly trained right on the seat she was sat in. Kate crossed her legs, unsure of how best she was meant to keep her modesty.

"Ah, so... severe exhibitionistic tendencies, no concern for wellbeing nor the cold temperature," the doctor said. "Not dissimilar to Pamela."

"I'm not insane," Kate said.

"Oh, of course, you 'just see things the way they really are,'" the doctor said. He made another note. "Let's add minor delusions to the list of treatments. Now, Miss..."

She blushed. No way was she going to give her real name, the thought of being found like this or being on record as some compulsive nudist was...

"Sophie," Kate said quickly. "Er, Moore. And I didn't exactly plan to be out like that."

"Really, Miss Moore?" the doctor said. "So why were you naked in the middle of Gotham?"

Because she was Batwoman and Bruce had trapped one of the suits. She couldn't exactly say that. She hesitated.

"Right, well I think that's enough to get you signed in," he said. "I'm sure we'll find a suitable course of treatment for you soon enough. Take her away!"

Restrained for now, Kate was carefully led back out into the hallways of Arkham, looking around carefully for any potential avenues to get out of there.