Reluctant Compliance

Every one of Barbara's instincts told her to move, to resist, to fight back-- So she did the exact opposite. She was like a statue as the guards went about their work. Keeping her eyes focused on the entirely calm guard captain, she spoke in her "hero voice" -- The same voice she used to hide her fear when facing Gotham's many criminals.

"You're 'searching' me like one of your inmates. But I'm not an inmate. What am I supposed to wear when I leave? A prison uniform?"

"Respectfully... Not my problem. I handle the people going in, not the people leaving." The captain responded in a frustratingly relaxed tone.

The guards ripping her costume apart were surprisingly cold and efficient. They didn't seem to show any perverse pleasure or sadism in the task-- Which is good, of course! But it added a layer of unpleasantness. She felt less like a heroine, and more like a candy bar being unwrapped...

Her legs. Her stomach. Her back. The chest of her costume seemed particularly difficult to destroy, and Barbara certainly wasn't willing to help. Though, they'd finally get a reaction as they made notes of their experience.

"Caucasian woman, standing at roughly five feet and five inches..." They recorded. "Slim, but athletic build. Heavy padding in the chest area--"

"Hey, it's protective padding! That's an important distinction..." Barbara added, defensiveness seeping into her previously emotionless voice. But sure enough, her chest now looked a bit less prominent without her outfit! Now standing in nothing but her mask, sports bra and a thong that did nothing to hide her shapely ass.

She stepped forward, assuming they'd now provide her with some kind of uniform or spare clothing-- Only for firm hands to hold her in place.

In an instant... Her thong was pulled down her legs, and her sports bra was cut through. If Barbara was stiff before, she was like a statue now! Standing almost entirely nude before the Arkham staff...

"...Heavy freckles on the breasts, red hair is assumed natural due to prominent pubic region..." The guard stopped directly in front of Barbara, who looked into her eyes... Or rather, her mask. The one thing preserving her modesty AND identity.

"...No. Way." Barbara said in a firm voice that would make Batman proud.