Too late to back out now

Sara fit her mask around her face, trying to focus on the anonymity it gave her. It took a little getting used to again; with the Legends it had taken her a while to adjust to fighting without some face concealment, and now she was back to it.

Albeit at the cost of concealing nothing else. She flushed just looking down at herself.

How was this even going to work? So much of her wanted to just get the hell out, to run somewhere the whole city couldn’t get a look at her, but there was no natural way to go along with it.

She couldn’t back out without distracting the team, and she knew the consequences of that.

Sara straightened, now clad in both her mask and wig. Fuck, how did she look like this? Her nudity felt all the more noticeable when she had something on her face.

“Let’s go,” Oliver said.

She’d vaguely heard the mission, some psycho archer the time had dealt with before was back and on a killing spree. Cutter or Carter or someone, Sara had been too distracted to pay much attention.

She’d tried to cover herself but there wasn’t much she could do.

And now she was back on the streets, sharing Laurel’s bike with her. They hadn’t prepped a spare yet, so she’d doubled up, and was uncomfortably aware of just how much bare skin was pressed together.

They shot through the streets, Sara’s tits against her sister’s back and her ass sticking out behind her, feeling achingly exposed. She knew full well all those they shot by would be able to see it.

She bit back a whimper. God, it felt like this was taking forever. Was it never going to end?

When the team started to decelerate, Sara gratefully pulled away, for a moment forgetting she’d just flashed her boobs to the world. Not that anything was helping with that.

The team moved quickly, getting off their bikes and into formation; uncharacteristically, Sara stumbled, struggling to adjust to moving while naked. She tried to keep near, hiding herself from the general public by being behind the bodies of her teammates, but it barely seemed to work.

An arrow whistled past her; Sara gratefully took the opportunity to crouch behind a table, doing what she could to hide herself from view. She flushed deeper when Rene joined her behind that bit of cover, the relative stranger crouching beside her nude form.

No, focus. Sara bit back a whimper at how exposed she felt, and quickly peered around her cover.

Cupid! That was it, that was what Ollie had called her. The redhead was what had drawn the team’s attention, holding up a wedding registry and firing arrows at anyone that dared go close.

The sight made Sara hesitate, holding her head out for a second more than she should have before retreating.

Carrie Cutter was naked, flame-red hair and a quiver over her back being all she had to cover herself with, and neither did much. Cute boobs were accentuated by the strap running between them, and there was a tiny landing strip of red above her pussy to draw the eye.

God, she’d never be a vigilante in this world if her attention kept being caught by the women they fought. This would never feel natural.

“Canary, Wild Dog,” Oliver’s voice came through her earpiece. “You two are in the best position. Pincer movement, get close.”

That was her and Rene; Sara squirmed a little, the reality of the situation coming into clarity around her. She was really expected to go out there, expose herself, draw attention…

Rene looked at her, his casual regard of her body making Sara blush deeper. He held up three fingers in a silent countdown.

Oh god, no time to prepare-

Three, two, one.

Sara moved out of cover, no matter how much her mind longed to return to it. She couldn’t just let Rene go in alone; an archer’s weakness was how they could only shoot at one angle. Both of them could do what one of them could not.

And if she was out she had to fight, she had to hold her staff out without any chance of covering herself. Quick on her feet, Sara just prayed no one was staring.

She knocked an arrow out of the air with her staff, then darted closer. Cupid had fired at her first, so Rene was almost on top of her.

She swung her staff as Rene grabbed Cupid, a decent blow knocking her ****. Quickly, Sara drew back, trembling from how exposed she felt. Fuck, and holding her staff meant there really was no way to subtly cover more of herself.

“Good work,” Ollie said, striding up. Sara squirmed a little under his gaze. “How does it feel to be back?”

Humiliating. Sara bit her lip.

“…Interesting,” she settled for.