"Seriously, Batty", Spud grinned at his captivating captive, "What sort of caped crimefighter thinks these are essential pieces of equipment to take on patrol?" And he showed her some of the things that he'd found in searching for her gag.
"I mean, a ring gag itself is pretty sick", he started, genuinely incredulous at what she was carrying. "Were you waiting for someone to come along and make you give him a blow job, but try to look like you're not into it? Look, you shameless hussy - flavoured condoms; and you've clearly put a pin through each one - are you TRYING to get knocked up? You've got Viagra in here! And daily fertility pills for the next week! I can see you've taken today's - can't be too careless, eh?"
He continued his rant, firing off what he'd found; "A butt plug! A vibrator - with 3 spare sets of batteries! Personalised Diapers - for 'heavy wetters'; not been doing your pelvic floor exercises, eh? An edible bikini! Laxatives! 'Essence d'whore' perfume! And here's a bit of a personal favourite - chloroform; but read the small print on this - 'ineffective on men, specifically designed to be instantly effective on Superheroines'. You really do want to get caught and raped, don't you?"
Batgirl's eyes widened in shock and shame. She didn't recognise any of the items, and found most of them appalling and terrifying but they somehow looked they belong to her, carefully colour-coded in black and yellow, and the bat symbol monogrammed throughout. Was this some sort of horrendous practical joke? How could this have happened? She checked all her equipment before starting any patrol and none of this filth could be seen. Where were her weapons? Her batarangs, knives, ANYTHING! She needed something to assist her now more than any time in her career. ANYTHING that could serve some practical purpose. She didn't need diaper rash ointment! She squirmed in increasing desperation, but in unchanging ineffectiveness.
The truth was that the Warden's magic had proved even more powerful than he could have hoped for; while transforming her costume into something sluttier and less practical, it had also decided her weapons should be transformed similarly. Suddenly, instead of her packing useful items to assist her in crimefighting, she was now only carrying items that would make a 10-dollar whore blush.
"I'll keep this chloroform, it may be handy if any of your friends show up - cheers! And this bondage uniglove - you dirty whore - could be handy too" He paused a moment; "But there's a couple of things we might play with right now..."
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