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"One-Two-Three-Four-Five-Six-Seven." Batwoman counted as she watched the young adults, all of them paired up and dancing. "One-Two-Three-Four-Five-Six-Seven." She counted again as they did a tango. "One-Two-Three-Four-Five-Six-Seven and DONE." She said, clapping rhythmically to their movements as they finally stopped dancing. "Okay! That was great." She said, praising the sweaty teens, "You can rest." She added as they collectively groaned and relaxed. "Alright. That's it for today." She said, checking her watch as she strutted in her skin-tight leotard… which may have been distracting for many of those in attendance.
Her body in anything skintight is always a distraction.
"Thank you, my dear." Said silver fox and golden age of Hollywood star Luke Kelly as he walked with a dapper cane in front of the class with a significantly less dapper support boot on his foot. He might have sprained his ankle last week and needed someone to help teach his class for a while, and who better than his protégé, Batwoman? "Alright, kiddos, next week we're going to do the samba." He said with a charming smile, "…Ideally with me out of this clunker." He lightly slapped the support boot with his cane. "But I'm sure my substitute will be more than happy to assist."
The boys in the class certainly liked the appearance of the freckle faced gorgous red-head… except Maurice, but it wasn't personal, it was because he likes guys, and the girls in the class marveled at Batwoman's talent and grace… they also hated her, but that was a teen girl thing.
"Alright, lords and ladies, hit the showers." Luke finished as the students collectively cheered and rushed to get out and enjoy the rest of their day, while Luke hobbled along. "Thank you again for covering for me, my dear." He said as Batwoman shrugged.
"My pleasure, Luke." Batwoman replied cheerfully, "…I also don't know how you convinced my boss to do it. I should be working a shift right now." Luke looked legitimately confused at her statement. "…What?"
"That charming woman? I find that hard to believe. She was nothing but cordial with me, and all it cost was a few signed movie posters." He said, "I have a room full of those." He added with a chuckle as Batwoman's eyes narrowed suspiciously, but shrugged. In hindsight, it makes sense. Orders is a pretty good actress when she puts her considerable mind and effort into it.
That cheery (creepy) valley girl voice she does sometimes is a very good indicator.
"…Well, I still appreciate it," Batwoman replied, absently tossing her hair and resting her hands on her lower back, her fingers pushing against her sexy dancer's backside.
"Again, my dear, you're helping ME," Luke replied with a wink. "I know the kids love you." Most of them actually wanted to learn how to dance; the attractive substitute teacher who knew what she was doing was a bonus. Not that Silver Fox Luke Kelly didn't know what he was doing, but Silver Fox only works for some girls, let alone a class also filled with guys. "Now go have yourself a rinse." He said, gesturing to the private shower of his office as she nodded gratefully.
She walked through his office and into the private bathroom and shower. Peeling her suit from her glorious and fit body, she casually stepped into the shower and turned it on, rubbing herself down and twisting and turning, doing the superbabe shower thing. "Mmn." Moaning softly, as she lifted her breasts, washing away her sweat… her back, her shapely legs, and her toned ass. "MMn…" she sighed, soaking her hair as she tossed it, squeezed it, and finally got out. Nothing quite like a hot shower after working up a good sweat.
She had changed in the office, and Luke Kelly was gentlemanly enough not to go in there while she was potentially naked. After drying off, she pulled her clothes on and checked her phone. No new messages, but there was a picture of Sean and Ronnie-Bell with her little brother sitting on his surrogate big sister's shoulders. They were on an extended field trip to a farm outside Gotham with his class today, and Ronnie-Bell was helping to supervise. Which meant she was probably going to have the house to herself when she got home today.
Oh, maybe she'll finally get around to watching Odder Stuff on Meshflix
She finished putting her clothes on, shouldered her duffel bag, and stepped out of the office as Luke Kelly hobbled over to her. "Same time next week?"
"Sure, just give me a call otherwise." She said, patting his shoulder as he chuckled and entered his office to relax until his son Gene came to pick him up. Batwoman made her way out of Luke's studio, bouncing down the stairs and out the front door, making her way to her car. She almost didn't notice one of the students had stayed behind, waiting outside as she walked to the parking lot.
"Uh. Hey? Miss? Ma'am?" she jolted, turning around to spot one of Luke's students. Mason? Marko? Mike? "Jasper? From class?"
WOW… she was OFF.
"Uh. Yes. Jasper, what is it?" He was a young guy… of course, the students of the class she just taught were all highschoolers so that's how she knew he was young. But he could be from anywhere between 17 and 19 years old. He had a couple of pimples, wore glasses, and had semi-greasy hair that was cut short as he fiddled with his backpack slung over his shoulder.
"I uh…" he blushed, scratching his head nervously, before taking a breath and blustering out. "Will you go to my dance with me?" Batwoman stared at him, vaguely confused… no, not vaguely. VERY confused, raising an eyebrow at him, her pretty lips pursed slightly as she stared into his soul.
"…What?" she finally managed as her brain rebooted in her very pretty head, and while most of her mental functions were focused solely on dance. She did manage to articulate her confusion as Jasper stared at her nervously. "…What?" she managed to repeat herself as he fidgeted.
"I'd like to ask you… to go with me to my dance." Batwoman had recovered, and her eyes narrowed at him.
"…what?" she repeated, only now she was more cognizant of what he was asking her, and she certainly was a little more… exasperated. "Jasper. I'm flattered, but it's not exactly appropriate-" she sighed, looking around as they stood in the middle of the sidewalk. "…SIGH. Walk with me." She said, gesturing for him to follow her as they went into the parking lot and towards her car. "Start from the top. What are you asking me?"
With fewer people around, Jasper felt a little LESS embarrassed, so he repeated himself again. "I want to ask you to my school dance…" he mumbled.
"…Uh huh." Batwoman stared at him, "I'm almost 10 years older than you." She noted. "…Maybe." She added as she wasn't entirely sure how old he was… she, on the other hand, was 25, so… safe bet she was.
"Yeah, but you look really young!" he said quickly, "Like a freshman college girl." Flattering but still not very appropriate.
"That's not…" she frowned, "Don't you have anyone else you could ask? Someone perhaps more your age? And could potentially go to your school?""
"Everyone else I've asked said they weren't going, already are, and… just straight up no," Jasper replied dejectedly as Batwoman rubbed her pretty head, leaning against her car as she frowned apologetically.
"…Jasper, I really REALLY shouldn't go to your high school dance." She said, but he gave her puppy dog eyes.
"But I really want to dance." He said, "And it would look weird if I did it alone."
"Any more weird than asking your substitute dance teacher to go with you?" Batwoman replied, but Jasper gestured to her.
"Are you kidding?! You're easily hotter than any girl in my school!"
"That's… very flattering, but-" her back pocket suddenly vibrated as her phone buzzed, jiggling her perfectly toned dancer ass cheek as she sighed. "One second-" he reached into her pocket and looked at the caller.
…Did she REALLY have to? She kinda sensed who it was, "I have to take this, Jasper." She sighed at the 'Orders' ID
Time: 5:10 PM. Place: Luke Kelly's Dance Studio (Parking lot)
Buuuuzz-Boop
"..Yes?"
"Take him to his dance."
"Seriously? No. I'm not… I'm not going to do THAT."
"I'm not telling you to fuck him. I'm telling you to take him to his dance."
"What? Seriously?! WHY?"
"…Do you really want to know?"
"YES. Yes, I really do."
"His uncle happens to own a very good repair shop; a discount would be nice."
"…You're kidding me."
"Do I SOUND like I'm kidding? Just go to his dance and have fun… and maybe slip in how your car needs a tune up… which it does by the way."
"YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS."
"…Do not make me repeat myself."
"I can't-You… I! Ugh!"
Meanwhile
Batwoman pulled her phone away from her ear, looked at her screen, and groaned loudly as she slipped it into her pocket. "…Jasper." She turned to him as he blinked, "…When is your dance?" she asked tiredly as he IMMEDIATELY swelled with joy.
"It's tonight!"
"Tonight?!" she frowned, "When tonight?"
"…In like an hour." He replied sheepishly as she sighed, rubbing her eyes.
"OH my god." She sighed, rubbing her eyes. "Okay. Just give me the address."
"Really?!" Jasper said excitedly as she scowled at him.
"Yes. Really. Before I change my mind…" Batwoman said, "But if you tell ANYONE I did this?" She pointed at him, "I will ask my friend Ronnie-Bell…" She pulled out her phone again and showed him the picture. "To make sure you NEVER dance again." And promptly showed him a picture of Ronnie-Bell, and Jasper stared at the sheer SIZE of the redhead in the picture.
"Yes, ma'am!" he said excitedly as she frowned again.
"…And I need my car tuned up." She noted as he blinked.
"Oh… well, my Uncle Harris owns a car shop in Upper East…" he frowned, "Wait, did you know that? How did you-"
"Go home, get ready. I'll meet you at your school." Batwoman replied, turning him around and pushing him away. "I need to go and get a dress."
"Right." He said sheepishly, "Thanks for doing this, ma'am." She rolled her green eyes.
"Yeah…" she mumbled, before getting his school address, and slipping into her car, heading home. She got home in relative record time and promptly entered the house. She put down her duffle and promptly went into her bedroom and went looking for a dress... how did she not have a dress? Most of her clothes were more practical, and she didn't get out much… though her clothes were good for dancing… not so much a high school dance…
Wait…
In a deep, forgotten section of her closet, she pulled out a very pretty green dress, loose, breezy, not even remotely skanky. Her mother got her this dress for her prom, but she never got to wear it. She had to grow up very fast when her mother passed, so she missed hers… there's no way she could still fit in this thing, right?
"…Holy shit." She did a little twirl in the dress, looking herself up and down, and checking out her shapely dancer backside… "…How do I look better in this dress, NOW?" she said, somewhat surprised. "…Also, I've apparently had the same figure since Highschool…" she noted, as she brushed the skirt down to her knees, swinging her hips slightly and smiling. "…Where are the shoes?"
She glossed up her hair, touched up her makeup, and glanced herself over again before smiling, stepping out of the house, and locking up behind her as she got back into the car and drove to Upper East Gotham High. It was different from the usual Gotham High as it was in Upper East…
She arrived at Upper East Gotham High and parked down the street with the rest of the Adults pretending to be high schoolers… so nobody. Hopefully…
Batwoman slipped out of her car and checked herself in the mirror again as she started walking down the street to the school. "…No pressure, just. Don't think about it? You're just pretending to be a high schooler doing Jasper a favor…" she whispered to herself as she spotted Jasper waiting outside the school, as other students walked in. Holding a corsage in his hands as his fingers drummed on the box. "Jasper." She said as he blinked at her up and down.
"…Wow." He said excitedly, as she smiled. "You look great!" he said excitedly, and he wasn't the only one with that opinion as the other arrivals stared at her in awe… and fury.
"Thanks. I'm surprised this dress still fits." She said as she looked herself over, and he fiddled with the corsage.
"I got… I got this." He said, holding out the box as she stared at it.
"I see." She said, "…You're supposed to put it on me." She added with a whisper as he fumbled with the box, pulling it out and tossing the plastic away to land on a public trashcan. As he fiddled with it in his hands, and carefully clasped it to her dress as she smiled and took him by the arm. "Alright. Let's go…" she said, as they walked into the school together.
The loud 80s music boomed in the auditorium as numerous young adults smelling like a combination of body odor, cheap perfume, expensive perfume, and hairspray filled the place. "So…" Jasper rubbed the back of his head and seemed to be looking around. "Want to get some punch or-" Batwoman frowned as she looked at him.
"You said you wanted to dance." She grabbed his hand, "So let's dance!"
Once Batwoman was on the dance floor, she no longer had any misgivings as she danced with Jasper, who was pretty darn thrilled to have an incredibly hot date… and many others noticed. Not that she paid that much attention, all she did was dance for the sheer joy of it… no sexy gyrating, no twerking, no grinding, no stripping. Just wild and free interpretive dance with Jasper… even when the rapid 80s rock music died down and made way for slow dancing. She didn't even hesitate, taking Jasper's hands and putting them 'appropriately' on her body. She slowly swayed her hips as she moved.
"I know we haven't covered slow dancing yet, but just follow my lead." She said as he nervously smiled and danced with her. "…And watched the hands." She said warningly, he hadn't moved them from her hips, but it didn't hurt to warn him.
"You are really good at this." He said as she shrugged.
"I've wanted to be a professional dancer since I was a little girl." She said, "…So if you wanted to dance, you came to the right girl." She said as Jasper looked around. For a second, she thought he was feeling the eyes on them, but then realized he was looking for someone. "Ex-girlfriend?"
"What?" he said, blushing, looking at her as she raised an eyebrow.
"Are you looking for an ex-girlfriend?" she asked as Jasper hesitated, but sighed.
"…She dumped me two weeks before the dance, and I heard she was going with the captain of the football team." He said dejectedly as Batwoman chuckled.
"…I do not miss high school." She declared as he mumbled.
"Sorry. For using you to make her jealous." He added, but Batwoman rolled her eyes.
"…Better than what other people use me for." She mumbled, "Look. I'm not condoning it, but I get it." Jasper sighed, but he nodded. "Let's just enjoy the moment." She replied, before frowning. "…You know I never got to go to my prom."
He blinked, "…Why?"
Batwoman sighed, frowned, and shook her head. "…My mom got sick. My stepfather was a monster, and someone needed to take care of my little brother." She shrugged, "…So I couldn't really go. I had to work. Cliché, I know." She then smiled at him. "…So you're using me to try to make your girlfriend jealous? NOT the worst thing that's happened to me." She paused, "And in my experience, if she dumps you two weeks before your prom and immediately goes out with the football team captain?... they were already dating beforehand."
"…Ow." He mumbled dejectedly as she glanced down, making sure she didn't step on his toes, but she realized it was emotional pain.
"Well… you're having fun now, right?"
"Y-Yeah." He replied as she smirked and kept slow dancing.
"Then fuck 'em." She said as he gazed into her eyes and leaned closer. She promptly put her fingers on his lips. "…That's not happening." She said with a teasing smirk as he coughed.
"…Thought I'd try." He mumbled sheepishly as she shook her head.
"Yeah, I'm not letting you touch my butt. Why would I let you kiss?"
"Fair point." He said as the song ended, and he cleared his throat. "I am suddenly very parched. Punch?" he asked as she chuckled.
"Sure." She looked around and saw a wallflower chair. "I'll be over there." She pointed as he nodded, walking off as she strutted away from the dance floor… she was a Superbabe. The strut is hard to turn off.
She promptly sat down and watched the proceedings for a little bit before the inevitable came along. "Who ARE you?" Batwoman blinked at the stereotypical attractive mean girl who appeared, blonde and shallow, right out of a teen drama. "How much is Jasper paying you?"
Wow, straight to calling her a hooker… she's accurate, but it's still rude.
"Are you the ex-girlfriend?" she asked casually as the girl scoffed.
"What?"
"Because unless you're the ex-girlfriend…" Batwoman stood up, "…I don't care for your opinion."
"Excuse you?" she scoffed.
"I don't CARE about your opinion." Batwoman replied confidently, "High school mean girls are overrated."
"Uh…" Jasper stood with two cups of punch as he blinked between Batwoman and the pretty mean girl. "Hey, Chelsea."
"Oh, of course your name is Chelsea," Batwoman replied, taking Jasper's offered punch and taking a drink.
"What Gotham Red Light Corner did you pick her up on, Jasper?" Chelsea declared coldly.
"I-" Jasper replied, but Batwoman put her red-solo cup down.
"I'm in his dance class," Batwoman replied casually. Chelsea scoffed.
"Oh yeah SURE you are…" Chelsea replied as Batwoman raised an eyebrow. "And I bet you're the queen of skank-aerobics."
"Ugh." Batwoman rolled her eyes. "Wow. And I assume you're… a cheerleader?" she said, gesturing dismissively to Chelsea.
"Cheer, CAPTAIN." She said confidently as Batwoman chuckled.
"Wow, nice work, Jasper." She said as Chelsea scowled at her. "Anyway, good for you, sweetheart." She said 'kindly' before taking Jasper's hand. "Come on, Jasper, I still intend to dance." She said as the beat went up, and Chelsea scowled.
Back on the floor as the music kicked up, Jasper and Batwoman started dancing again, and she realized she was surrounded by cheerleaders… with Chelsea glowering at her before she suddenly strutted toward her and promptly struck a pose, knocking Batwoman away with a hip attack. Or trying to, but Batwoman saw it coming and promptly twirled away from damage.
Chelsea scowled, but Batwoman raised an eyebrow. And scoffed as Chelsea began swinging her hips dramatically and the floor cleared, giving them space… Batwoman rested her hand on her hip, looked around, and returned her attention to Chelsea, who kept gyrating.
…She's going to make a pretty good stripper…
But Batwoman was already a pretty good stripper. She's an even BETTER dancer.
With a swing off her leg, she kicked, shooting forward and landing on her tiptoes. Chelsea recoiled in surprise as Batwoman twisted, turned, flicked, and popped. Throwing her body about in a mix of modern and classic as she danced. Hotter, faster, rolling her hips, tossing her hair… and minimal twerking, no matter HOW much that would've gotten the crowd's approval. Running her hands through her hair as she sultrily skirted up to Chelsea… intimidated by her dance moves, she started backing off as Batwoman finished up with a hip-twisting samba that hip attacked Chelsea out of the circle before grabbing a stunned Jasper and going back to regular dancing as the crowd cheered and started dancing themselves…
…Chelsea still won prom queen, though. She and her football captain boyfriend. Jasper, however, at least had a good time as he and Batwoman left the dance in its closing moments. Arm around Jasper's, they laughed as she walked out with him, heading down the sidewalk to her car.
"You were AWESOME." He said proudly as Batwoman laughed again. "…Thanks for coming."
"Well… I can't condone it, but I get it." Batwoman repeated and patted his cheek with a smile. "…Still not kissing you."
"Right." He said, a little disappointedly, but she laughed.
"Thank you for inviting me to your prom." She said, "Like I said. I didn't get to go to mine." She noted as Jasper smiled, apparently very proud of himself. She then winked at him, got into her car, started the engine, and rolled down the window. "…By the way, call your uncle, or I have to call my friend Ronnie-Bell." She said, smiling at him before starting her car, he nervously smiled, then waved as she pulled into traffic. Speeding away as he waved. "See you next week!" she added and off into Gotham she went…
Time: 8:54 PM. Place Gotham Suburbs (Redhead Home)
Ronnie-Bell hummed as she made popcorn for a late-night snack. Sean was already asleep on the couch. Makes sense: he had an 8:15 bedtime at the latest. She saw the light of Batwoman's car light up her windows, and smirked to herself as she walked to the couch and picked up Sean with one powerful arm. He nuzzled up against her chest and kept snoring. The kid slept like a log.
She carried him into his bedroom, tucked him in, and made it out just in time for Batwoman to enter the house. Ronnie-Bell chuckled and shut Sean's door before asking with a slight laugh. "What are you wearing?"
"My prom dress," Batwoman replied, tossing her hair as she took off her heels. "…Short version? A kid asked me to go to his prom, and Orders told me to go." Ronnie-Bell raised an eyebrow before dropping into the couch.
"…That explains so much, but so little, Ciara…"
"Let me shower, I smell like sweat and angst." And with minimal Superbabe shower thing, she soon got out, put on light comfy shorts and a tank top before walking into the living room and sitting down next to Ronnie-Bell, who offered her popcorn. Ciara took a handful, but after finishing it, she sighed. "…I'm going to need actual food." Ronnie-Bell chuckled as she handed Ciara her phone, already opened to the 'superbabe' contact. "Are you clairvoyant?"
"No, but we do get a discount," Ronnie-Bell replied as Batwoman tapped the button and held it to her ear.
After a moment, the phone clicked. "Superbabes. We Deliver." Orders said mechanically, but were quickly followed by. "Did you enjoy your prom?"
Ciara frowned, stood up, and stepped away, heading into the kitchen. "I did. Yes." She added, then after a second. "If you're worried, he said he'd get us that discount,"
"I wasn't. I had utmost faith in you." Orders replied casually, so casually it was almost dismissive, and it was followed by a long moment of silence as Ciara pondered away. "Would you like me to guess what you want, or would you care to tell me?"
"…Did you tell me to accept Jasper's invitation so I'd get to go to a prom?" she asked after a nagging moment, scratching at the back of her mind. Orders was silent for only a few seconds.
"If everyone gets something out of it. Is that a bad thing?" Orders replied in her usual, Orders-y way. Ciara hesitated and chose not to answer.
"A Cheetah meal, please," Ciara said after a moment before asking Ronnie-Bell. "Did you want anything?"
"I won't say no to your Pixie," Ronnie-Bell replied as Ciara added.
"You heard her," Ciara replied, and Orders added knowingly.
"It's already on its way." Before, rather abruptly hanging up. Ciara stared at the phone for a second before heading back to the couch. Handing it over to Ronnie-Bell.
"…Sometimes I wonder why I bother." She said as Ronnie-Bell laughed.
"Between you and me, I think she likes it when she can be all snarky." She said conspiratorially, Ciara just sighed and shrugged.
"…Who knows." Ronnie-Bell shrugged.
"…Want to bet on who delivers the food?"
"Who's working tonight?" Ciara asked about to check her phone, but Ronnie-Bell snatched it away.
"Now, sugar, that's cheating." She said with a wink as Ciara laughed, thought about it, and then said after a second.
"…Nikita. Bet it's her."
"Oooh, that's a good one," Ronnie-Bell replied as they chuckled, and watched My Small Horsie. Ronnie-Bell didn't bother to change the channel after Sean went to sleep.
End
Another chapter without sex, but I'll be honest, Ciara was going to give the kid a happy ending but I decided against it. Like it better this way. Anyway, next up is Nikita.