The car stops

Things had gotten marginally better for Barbara. For one thing, she’d dried off on the long car ride over to the Riddler’s hideout. Riddler’s thugs had also put her back in wheelchair. They’d tied her arms to the chair in order to keep her from escaping but the familiarity of the chair was somewhat comforting. But on the other hand, she really wished she had something to wear. While she was pushed into the derelict building by one of Riddler’s goons she could feel the cold air on her body. It made her notice just how exposed she really was and caused some discomfort.

“Boys, don’t stare at her. We talked about this in the car.”

“Can’t help it boss. Her tits are just right there.” The thug pushing Barbara said.

“And it’s nice to know she’s a natural redhead.” Another thug made a comment.

“Ya think she’s wet down there?” The third and final goon laughed. “That she gets off on bein’ naked 'n tied up around us?”

“Come on now, boys. What did I say?” Riddler looked over his shoulder at Barbara and his henchmen. “Ms. Gordon is only a piece of our puzzle. She’s the prize Batman will get for solving my riddle. And if he doesn’t get it, I win and we let her go. So, you will not be harming her.”

“Knew I shoulda taken that job offer from Black Mask…” One of the henchmen muttered under his breath.

Barbara had begun to tune them out when the thug pushing her wheelchair stopped. She then realized that her arms were being untied. At first she was relieved until they picked her up again. Before she had a chance to process what was happening or even fight back, Barbara was placed down in a wooden chair and her hands were tied around her back. They then tied her legs to the wooden legs of the chair.

“You realize how pointless that is.” Riddler said.

“Can never be too careful, boss.”

Barbara looked down at herself again and realized that the way her legs are tied **** her to spread her legs, exposing her even more than before. By this point she was too frustrated to voice any more complaints. Once she was tied down, the Riddler approached her.

“Is there anything else I can do to help? Short of releasing you of course.”

Barbara hesitated for a moment. She had something that she would actually like but it was a bit of an awkward request. But after the last few hours, Barbara figured she could probably handle some more embarrassment. So, she spoke.

“I need to pee.”

Riddler winced but then put on a fake smile. “Of course, we’ll just untie you and escort you to the bathroom.”

“Just a minute, boss. We just got her tied up.” One of his henchmen spoke up. “She’s tryin’ to trick us. I bet, she’s gonna try to escape if we let her go take a piss.”

“You bring up a good point…”

Barbara sat silently awaiting Riddler’s decision.