It was as if Batgirl was a bystander witnessing a crime but could do nothing about it. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion but she just could not physically react to what was being done to her. She was hoping she was no longer under influence of the effects of Scarecrow’s gas but things were about to get from bad to worse.
The four silhouettes were Cobblepot, Sparrow and two women in lab coats. Cobblepot stood just inside the doorway while Sparrow stood over Batgirl and shoved her face down on her front. Sparrow held her down while the two women came across the room. One of them was holding a syringe. Batgirl could feel her cape being removed and the turtle neck of her costume pulled down. She grimaced as the needle went into the back of her neck.
“It’s done,” Sparrow let go of the masked damsel and walked over to stand next to Cobblepot
“What now?” she thought as she tried to sit up, compose herself and not show any emotions despite how she was feeling.