Lost her cape, and tore the seat of her suit exposing her ass.

(Originally written by Teraton on write.com)

Tina didn't know WHAT was happening. One second all she felt was a sense of apprehension. The next, she felt a few seconds of pure terror, followed by a slight tension in her costume. Then, with her heart racing, she turned and looked with confusion at the tattered cloth sticking to the telephone pole and what looked like scattered bits of paper and powder right behind it.

It wasn't until she felt the cold autumn night air against her derrière that she reached a sinking sense of understanding. Slowly, her trembling hands reached back, and she felt gloved fingers meet taut, tender flesh.

And it was ALL flesh. The costume wasn't completely skin tight, per se, but it was still tight. Tight enough that anything underneath would definitely leave an outline. In fact, one of the chief reasons Tina was so nervous was that she had nothing under her costume.

And, with a loud shriek, she realized that meant nothing between her bare ass and the open Halloween night.

Of course, Lindsey had been capturing everything from the bushes with her camera. From the initial tear and the reveal of the Bat-bubble-butt, to the confused examination of her handiwork, to the dawning understanding and fear of her situation; she got everything, all perfectly illuminated by the streetlight.

Lindsey grinned behind her mask, the twisted smile of a prankster whose plans had gone off without a hitch. She watched her victim frantically look around, hands at the hole on her rear. Her mind already buzzing with ideas of where to go next, the naughty ninja...