A little personal time

The mobsters had left a while ago, 'Matches' among them. She really hoped he'd be back. Before the next time Harley and Ivy opted to show off their latest bit of home deco at least, though she wouldn't complain about a little more private time with Ivy's plant. Just because.

That was why she'd come here after all; she'd really wanted to experience Ivy's abilities, and on that front along she hadn't been disappointed. She just really wished Bruce would've mentioned that Harley and Ivy together had a taste for utterly humiliating captured heroines by doing it in public.

Barbara waited, vines still holding her arms straight above her head, exposed with her legs held apart and only one vine lazily stroking her. She still blushed, the presence of the vine apparently solely to make her features look all the more **** as Harley and Ivy watched. They were the only two left.

Harley crouched with her head between Ivy's legs, as Ivy lounged back lazily in her chair and watched their humiliated captive. She tilted her head contemplatively. Ivy apparently had no shame about doing that in front of Barbara; then again given her usual lacking attire, maybe that wasn't surprising. Being able to watch Batgirl exposed seemed to encourage her, given that she and Harley had been at it for a while there.

"Mm, that's nice," Ivy said, one hand stroking Harley's hair. "Hmm. How do you think she'd look out in the green house? Got to give her some sunlight."

"Want her where we can see her!" Harley said, moving up for a moment. "Where allll our guests can see."

Barbara whimpered. Harley giggled.

"I think she likes that idea," Harley said.

"Would take a little to move all that," Ivy said. "Still, we probably could..."

Barbara squirmed. She'd only wanted to fulfil an idle fantasy, not have the two supervillains talk about how they could best expose her! Still, the vines held her type, the lone one between her legs almost mocking in how it reminded her of what all this had been for.

"She's not going to screech her way out like that Canary girl is she?" Harley said.

"The glass is stronger now," Ivy said. "Besides, she doesn't have anything to use. She's ours."

"I like the sound of that," Harley giggled.

Barbara fell asleep eventually, the plant retreated to the far side of her cell. She didn't stir, exhausted, even as the door to the glass cage opened. Quietly, Harley tiptoed over to her, reached down, and honked one of her boobs, before quickly recoiling. She laughed, evidently pleased with herself, and was halfway out when she paused and looked back.

Batgirl was still asleep, still with that mask protecting her identity. Somehow it seemed even more risque to have the superheroine utterly naked save for her mask. Still, Harley wondered...

Curiously she walked over and crouched, and lifted the mask briefly. She peered underneath, gasped softly, then hastily replaced the mask and skipped out of the cell with Barbara none the wiser.