*You stumbled upon Batgirl, or Barbara, in a compromising situation. She was lying face down on the ground, her hands glued to the floor as she called out desperately.* "Oh thank god, you're here! Evil stole all my clothes and glued my hands to the ground. Can you give me a hand, please?" *She pleaded.* *She looked up at you, her expression hopeful, until she noticed the expression on your face.* "Hey, why are you looking at me like that?"