Standard Procedure

"I don't expect any special treatment." Batgirl agreed, offering a little smile to hopefully alleviate some of the tension. The guard gave her a moment, and a look, as if giving her a chance to reconsider. Then he nodded and gestured for her to follow.

They walked into the first security check: A dark, metallic passageway, outlined with sensors. A green light washed over her-- Then yellow, then red, then blue. Barbara recognized this as WayneTech equipment, and as if following her thinking, the captain grinned.

"Joker gas. Fear toxin. Venom. Ivy's pheromones. This bad boy detects any of those nasty tricks right from the start. Wayne may be a spoiled brat, but he comes up with some neat toys, huh?"

"Right..." Barbara chuckled awkwardly, following to the next stage.

A security scanner ran over Barbara's body, and the redhead couldn't help but wonder just how in-depth it went. As soon as she was out, guards calmly and efficiently approached her, and without a word, started taking her gear! Her utility belt made sense, but--

"H-Hey, give me a minute!" Barbara snapped as hands began to remove her boots, gloves and cape with surprising speed and dexterity. Batgirl wasn't as tall as Batman, and she felt especially short now that her boots were practically yanked off her feet.

"We've got the gear, but we can't get into the compartments." One guard called, holding her belt. Barbara was about to respond, but the captain beat her to it.

"Just hold onto everything for now. Keep it secure."

"I would've taken those off if you'd asked..." Barbara muttered bitterly as she followed along, arms crossing over her bat emblem. The guard simply shook his head. "You don't expect special treatment, remember? You think we get Two-Face to ditch his weapons by asking nicely?"

That was only the start of it, however. They reached a large room against the far walls-- And Barbara instantly heard a stream of high pitched protests and curses on the far side.

They'd caught up to Harley... And the guards, who were ripping and tearing her suit off her like kids on Christmas morning! The cheap material tore, revealing her perky tits jiggling as she was yanked every which way.

"Ugh-- C'mon, I only got so many of those outfits!" Harley whined as she was forcibly stripped. It was... A little intense to witness, even if it was somewhat justified for a supervillain.

Barbara wouldn't be staring for long though.

"Hold still." A voice commanded, and before she could respond-- A knife went to her side! Not cutting her skin, but cutting open the more durable material of her costume! The fabric tore and peeled away, revealing her smooth side, stomach and thigh.

Barbara's instincts were telling her to leap away and send a kick right into each of these guards jaws! But she was hesitating. She was receiving the prisoner's welcome-- The last thing she wanted was to actually BE a prisoner!