The mask stays...

Part of her wanted to plead. She wanted to run away, or fight, or cover her body through any means possible! But instead, Batgirl stood firm. Stood tall... Or, as tall as she could at a less than imposing 5'4". After all, this was a pivotal moment.

This was the moment that would decide whether she could keep her last piece of privacy. The difference between seeing the heroic Batgirl naked, or meek and embarrassed Barbara Gordon in all her freckled glory. And finally...

The guard backed away and gestured her forward. "Go on. I'll admit, I'd love to match the face to that body. But it's not worth the public backlash."

Batgirl moved forward wordlessly, seeming firm and fearless-- But in reality, she was breathless. She knew any words would sound pitifully shaky. It's alright though! She'd kept the most important part of her outfit. Aside from her underwear, that is...

As they reached the end of the security terminal, Barbara found a familiar sight-- Harley's pale and pasty ass, swaying back and forth as she leaned against the wall! She'd seen Harley naked countless times. The girl had no shame! But this time, she couldn't exactly judge.

"Holy-- I didn't think you'd follow me in, Bat-Babe! And I really didn't think you'd get the Arkham Welcome! Cute bat bush. Not as nice as Ivy's, but..."

"Harley, you'd better be up to something. You'd better have a CRAZY plan tucked away. Because if I went through all of this for no reason, I might just go crazy." Barbara responded coldly as she stood beside the clown.

"Why, Red, you think I'm hidin' something? I don't even have anywhere TO hide somethin'!" Harley laughed, shaking her butt again. "But don't take my word for it-!"

As if on cue, the guards came again, this time in plastic gloves. Barbara... Had a feeling she knew what was coming, and Harley's suggestive wiggling only supported her assumption. In an instant, those gloved hands began to explore Barbara's body.

A simple pat down at first. But soon, they began to wander-- Not slow, but far from pleasant and professional. They checked Barbara's hair. They felt along her sides, then her stomach-- Then they started feeling up her chest! Barbara gasped, her body tensing against the broad figure behind her--

"Keep against the wall." The voice demanded.

Barbara returned to the position as her perky breasts were lifted and fondled. She was... Pretty damn sure that a female guard was required for this, but at this point, she just wanted to keep her mouth shut. Anything to end this sooner.

Her legs were parted and felt up. Thighs, calves, feet. They were thorough! Arguably too thorough. They spread her cheeks, finger prodding into her lower lips with little more than a warning! They were checking every inch, spreading her labia for... Who knows how many people!

All the while, she heard Harley laughing. Claiming that this "tickled." She seemed to be having so much fun, Barbara wondered if they were getting the same treatment.

Finally, with a little smack to the ass, Barbara was ushered toward the door. Harley soon joined her, practically skipping along. "Whew. Not so bad, right, Bats? Couple a' pros!"

"I am... Seriously talking with every law enforcement agency I can about this place." Barbara retorted, drawing her hands over her freshly "searched" body.

Finally, they seemed to be done. Standing before the entryway into the prison proper. Barbara shifted on her feet as the guards approached.

"So, where do we get our uniforms...?"