Taking a ride

Barbara Gordon was pissed off. All she’d wanted to do was have a relaxing bath but instead she was currently naked in the back seat of a car with her hands tied behind her back. The only satisfaction she had was knowing that she’d manage to ruin the Riddler’s suit before she’d been captured.

“This will take hours to dry.” Riddler used a towel he’d taken from Barbara’s bathroom to try and soak up the bathwater all over his face and the front of his suit. “Face still hurts too…”

“Can I have the towel when you’re done with it? I need something to sit on. Keep sliding around, you know.” Barbara glared at Riddler. She hadn’t been dried off when she was **** so it made sitting in the car very uncomfortable. For once, she was glad she couldn't feel this sensation.

“I could wrap it around you if you’d like.” Riddler offered. “Preserve your modesty and all that.”

This comment caused Barbara’s anger to escalate. If she was able to, she’d kick Riddler in the shin.

“You break into my house, drag me into your car, you’re taking me to god knows where, and you just sit there saying you care about my modesty!” Barbara turned her head and stare at the Riddler. “Your goons have been staring at me since they got here! You realize that?”

“I didn’t mean to interrupt your private time, Ms. Gordon.” Riddler tried to keep calm but Barbara saw the nervousness slipping through. “And for that, I’m sorry. I want to make this **** as convenient as possible. Why, we even packed your wheelchair with us in the trunk. We’ll just be holding you until Batman can solve my riddles and find you. And if he can’t, then I’ll have won and you’ll be free to go.”

Still filled with rage, Barbara only had one thing to say. “Go to hell, Riddler.”

Things became silent, but Barbara felt satisfied for herself. Out of all the costumed lunatics running around in gotham, Barbara could say the Riddler was not one that she feared right now. Barbara looked down at herself and noticed her own nudity even more. Her cheeks were red with embarrassment.

The car hit a pothole, making Barbara’s breasts bounce a little. She heard one of the goons in the car chuckle at this. Barbara looked at the goon and saw he was looking at her naked body in the rear-view mirror.

“Nygma, you said you wanted me to be comfortable, didn’t you?”

“Yes I did, Ms. Gordon. Is there anything you need?”

“Tell your hired help that I am not a museum exhibit.”

“Huh, what’s that mean?” The henchman in the driver’s seat spoke up.

“It means I don’t want you staring at my breasts.”

Riddler nodded. “You heard her, gentlemen. Eyes to yourselves. The lady wants her privacy.”

“Ah, c’mon boss. She’s got a nice pair of tits.”

Without saying anything, Riddler smacked the thug in the passenger seat on the top of the head with his cane.

“Alright, alright, fine!”

“Barbara, would you like your towel?” Riddler held the already wet towel up to Barbara.

“Keep it. I don’t want anything you used.” Barbara realized she was perhaps being a bit too prideful. In fact, she would have liked something to cover up her body. But she still felt rather good about staying brave in the face of Riddler. She realized that, for now, she’d have to make do with the situation she was stuck in.