Not yet

Lois again quickly lifted her hands to her mouth to muffle the instinctive shriek at being rendered naked. The end result was a muffled whimper, then a smack of skin against skin as she ed her mouth really wasn’t the part of herself she wanted to cover up.

Her boobs were exposed to the air for only a handful of humiliating seconds, dark nipples stark against the pale skin around them, before her arm slapped across them. A second later and her other hand reached down to hide both her pussy and the narrow strip of hair pointing down to it.

She blushed, and the Joker cackled at her reaction.

She’d seen a lot of things, dealt with her share of danger, especially since Superman had arrived. None of it had left her naked!

Harley bounded back from the canister to stand next to him, peering into the cage with a little more curiosity. Lois tried very, very hard not to whimper. Eventually the Joker groaned.

“Really? Still keeping mum?” he said. “I want Big Blue, not you!”

Lois bit her lip. She squirmed on the spot, not wanting to sit down, not wanting to stop glowering back, but also not wanting to move her arms and reveal more of herself.

“Was that a wh- wh- wh- whimper?” the Joker said.

He leant in, eerie grin widening. Lois almost squeaked at that, again muffling it with her hands. Her whimper grew louder when doing so meant flashing her boobs, and having them jiggle a little as she trembled, shaking too much to lower her arm again.

She blushed even redder, cheeks burning hot. What kind of deranged mind came up with this as a plan?!

Both Harley’s and the Joker’s eyes dipped lower. After almost a minute of trembling humiliation, Lois moved her arm from covering her pussy to covering her boobs instead, still keeping a hand over her mouth.

She couldn’t summon Superman here! Not into the Joker’s trap. She’d just have to deal with whatever humiliating things they had planned.

Moving her arm was a mistake. Harley looked down, and her mouth opened agape in apparently horror.

“Wow! Good girls really do have it bad,” she said. “I know your our prisoner an’ all, but do you want a bit of dye, girl to girl? Spruce up ya downstairs, can even do you in red and blue if you want the big guy to like it.”

Lois got even redder. She stared incredulously at Harley, and Harley eventually rolled her eyes.

“Just trying to help!” she said.

“We’re not here to give her grooming tips,” the Joker hissed. “We’re here so she shouts loud enough to bring the big S into our little trap. This was meant to work.”

“It should have!” Harley said. “I _lik_e being naked, but when it happens with no warning, even I screamed. Prissy girl like her should’ve been no problem.”

“Yeah, well not everyone screams as easy as you,” the Joker said.

“Ivy said that too,” Harley muttered thoughtfully.

“What was that?” the Joker said.

“Nothing!” Harley said quickly. “Uh. Try scaring her or something, I don’t know.”

The Joker rolled his eyes, but his despairing expression changed to something infinitely more disturbing as he turned back to Lois.

She pressed her hand even tighter over her own mouth. Whatever happens, don’t call for Superman, no matter what… She trembled, all too conscious both of the air settling against her bare skin, and of the twin gazes focused on her. She pressed her legs together, awkwardly crossing them while standing to try and hide her pussy.

The Joker moved closer, pressing himself right up to the glass. Sometimes he didn’t seem quite human.

“How about a scary story?” he said. His voice dropped to something that wasn’t quite a hiss. “Do you wanna know how I got these tattoos? See-”

And his low monologue was disturbed as Harley skipped up to him. Lois shuddered.

“Ooh! Ooh!” Harley said.

“Harley!” the Joker snapped.

“I just had an idea!” Harley said. “Betcha it’ll work.”

She leant in and whispered something to the clown. Lois shivered; the Joker’s plans were sure to be terrifying, but somehow Lois had the feeling Harley’s ideas were bound to be even more embarrassing.

She swallowed, hand on her mouth and arm over her boobs and redder thans he'd ever been in her life.