"It's not here yet!" said Victor.

"That's the problem!" said Oliver.

Oliver paced around BSCO's room as his teammates lounged about. Victor was currently aggravated with Oliver's needless worrying and was hoping to get him to calm down, though Clark and Bruce remained fairly calm.

"Not only have our suits not arrived, but there are a million other things that could go wrong!" said Oliver, "My voice might crack, I might fall off the stage, I might forget to pop a breath mint!"

"Ollie!" said Victor, grabbing Oliver and stopping him in his tracks, "You're going to be fine! Just calm down!"

"I don't know," said Oliver, "there's so much to worry about."

"Just take a deep breath." said Victor.

Oliver's breath shuddered but gradually began to slow.

*Ding* *Dong*

"See!" said Victor, "there are the suits!"

Opening the door, Clark was greeted by the tailor, who handed him 4 separate boxes. Thanking the tailor, Clark retreated inside the dorm and gave a box to each of his teammates.

"They're all labeled with our names." said Clark.

Oliver nodded, opening his box only for his mouth to fall open in shock.

"What's wrong?" asked Clark.

"This will either look perfect for me," said Oliver, "Or I would be better off wearing a dress."

Bruce opened his, obtaining a casual smirk, "Perfect."

Vic opened his, immediately chuckling, "Ha, now this is classy."

Clark opened his, observing the suit in front of him, "This isn't as flashy as I expected, but that's good. I like simple colors."

"So," said Victor, "Is it time?"

Oliver glanced at the clock, "Well our show begins in an hour. So yeah, it's definitely time."

Clark nodded, "Alright guys, this is it. Time to have some fun!"


*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

"Who is it?" asked Coco, currently sitting in her dorm room putting on her beige dress.

"It's Victor from BSCO, I'm here to take Coco to the dance!" said Victor from behind a door.

Coco grinned, slipping on her heels as she walked to the door and opened it, revealing team BSCO, specifically Oliver and Victor.

"Wow!" said Coco, "You went to Louis' tailor shop right?"

"Yup!" said Victor, "We sure did."

Victor stood in the hallway, clad in a white undershirt and dress shirt. His top contrasted with the black bow tie, pants, and shoes.

"You look like James Blonde." said Coco, "An Ivory tuxedo, right?"

"Yup, I know how to dress smart." said Victor, "But thank Ollie for paying."

Coco leaned to her right, spotting Oliver in a surprisingly vibrant green getup. A normal white undershirt was placed against a lime green tie, dress shirt, and pants. He nervously tapped his brown shoes as she looked him up and down.

"Yay or nay?" asked Oliver.

"Yay," said Coco, "there is absolutely no way this could look better on you."

"Oh good!" wheezed Oliver, breathing a sigh of relief.

Coco glanced around the hallway, "Where are Clark and Bruce?"

"They're picking up their own dates," said Oliver, "We'll meet up at the dance entrance."

Coco nodded, "So...how do they look?"


"Bruce, I'm scared." said Clark.

"Of what?" asked Bruce.

"I'm scared that I'll get so frustrated at this damn tie that I'll just burn it!" said Clark.

"Hmm, I never hear you curse." said Bruce.

"Well good! My ma taught me not to curse!" said Clark.

The two stood outside team RWBY's dorm, though Clark was fiddling with his tie. Bruce sported a classic tuxedo while Clark wore a blue dress shirt and pants combined with a red tie.

"Hold on," said Bruce, "I've got it."

Bruce grabbed Clark by the tie and properly knotted the clothing. Clark readjusted his glasses before smiling.

"Thank's Bruce." said Clark.

"No problem." said Bruce.

"Sorry we're late!"

Ruby stumbled out the door in a red dress, clearly unfamiliar with the heels on her feet. Blake stepped out as well, sporting an elegant black dress.

"You look quite nice!" said Clark.

"Thanks, I wish I could wear my hood though!" said Ruby, still trying to keep her footing.

"Do you need help?" asked Clark.

"No, I'm fine!" said Ruby, stumbling a little more before sighing, "Ok, I need help."

Clark smiled like he always does, looping his arm underneath Ruby's and walking her along. Bruce walked up to Blake, offering his hand.

"Shall we?" asked Bruce, a hint of playfulness in his voice.

"But of course!" said Blake, taking his hand.


Neon spotlights cast a rainbow of color over the dance floor as the Beacon Students all danced to the opera music playing over the loudspeakers. People milled around near the tables and the punch bowl as well, simply tapping to the beat. It wasn't a lifeless party, not by a long shot, but it definitely wasn't the best it could be.

Yang stood at the doors in her white dress, making sure to welcome anyone and everyone coming in. As the door creaked open, Yang glanced that way and promptly squealed in delight.

"Oh!" said Yang, "You're all here!"

BSCO walked in with Ruby, Blake, and Coco, all clad in their suits and dresses. Yang skipped over to Ruby, grabbing her head and hugging it tightly.

"You look beautiful!" said Yang, "How's the dress?"

"Tight." groaned Ruby, clearly uncomfortable, "The heels are digging into my feet."

"That's normal," said Yang, "Weiss fights in those all the time."

"She defies logic." said Ruby.

Letting go of Ruby, Yang waltzed over to the others, "Looking good Blake."

Blake nodded, "Same to you!"

Yang's eyes widened when she saw Oliver, "Ollie?! What an outfit! You really want to stand out don't you!"

Oliver's face went through a variety of expressions before landing on a smile, "Yup, I wanted to stand out! Especially to….someone."

Victor facepalmed at Oliver's refusal to talk to Yang about his feelings.

"We would love to join the party right away, but we have some songs to play." said Clark.

"Oh yeah, you guys are filling in!" said Yang, "Can't wait to hear it!"

Oliver nodded as the rest of the team began their walk towards the backstage to set up. Blake tapped Bruce on the shoulder.

"I haven't heard you play." said Blake, "How good is your Piano?"

Bruce's face was expressionless, "The best."

"Heh, I'll take your word for it." said Blake.

As everyone walked backstage, Bruce reflected on how the night was going. Despite a lingering urge to continue his work, he found that he was somehow….enjoying himself.


Oliver peeked out from behind the curtain, noticing that a collection of students had gathered in front of the stage. They milled about, clearly bored with the generic music coming out of the speakers. They wanted something bold, something live, and Oliver was not ready to give it to them.

"Oliver, your bass isn't hooked up." said Clark.

"Oh!" said Oliver, noticing that he was indeed disconnected, "Sorry, let me get that."

As Oliver hooked up his instrument, Bruce noticed how he seemed to fumble about with the instrument.

"Oliver, take a breath." said Bruce, "I understand that you're nervous, but we've been practicing, this won't go wrong."

Oliver peeked his head out again, spotting Yang in the crowd, "We've never performed live."

"Ollie, just stop." said Clark, "Stop and listen to me."

Oliver sighed, closing the curtain and making eye contact with Clark, "Alright, I'm listening."

"First, chill out." said Clark "Second, I know that the second song is for Yang."

Oliver nodded, "That's the one I'm most nervous about, what if she thinks it's stupid."

"Oliver, that's not how you should be thinking about this." said Clark, "For one, this whole thing isn't just for Yang, it's for the school."

"Right." said Oliver.

"But there's something else." said Clark, "You're not just doing this for Yang or Beacon, you should be doing this for yourself. This is a dance, a party! The point is to have fun, so let's have fun!"

"Huh," said Oliver, putting Clark's views into perspective, "I never thought of it that way."

"Don't just play for Beacon," said Clark, "play for yourself!"

Oliver smiled, his anxieties and worries beginning to melt away, "Alright, I think I've got this!"

Oliver turned, letting the rest of his team get into their positions. Bruce sat down at the piano across from Victor while Clark tuned his guitar.

"Ready guys?" asked Oliver.

"Ready!" said the rest of the team.

"Ok," said Oliver, clutching his bass, "Let's make some music!"

The curtains unraveled, revealing the crowd of cheering students. However, as thee spotlights landed on the stage and team BSCO was revealed, the cheering began to die down. Soon, the entire room was silent.

"Uh," said Clark, "were they informed that Rowie would be late?"

"I don't believe so." said Bruce.

"Ugh, great." said Victor.

Oddly enough, instead of feeling disheartened, the circumstances actually bolstered Oliver's confidence.

"Good evening everyone!" said Oliver, speaking into the mic, "I know you were all expecting David Rowie, but unfortunately he's at a photoshoot and will be running a little late."

The crowd groaned in disappointment, putting even more pressure on the team.

"Don't worry, he'll be here soon." said Oliver, "But we'll be delivering a couple of our own songs in the meantime."

The crowd shuffled about, clearly not impressed. But Oliver simply smiled before bringing the microphone up to his lips, "This one's a classic by Phelton John!"

(Crocodile Rock)

It started with Bruce's piano, playing both synth notes and classic piano notes. He hummed away, playing the notes in perfect rhythm. After a small solo, the rest of the team joined in, Victor began by settling into a beat, alternating between the drums and the cymbals. Clark went into a subtle guitar strum while Oliver beat on his bass, singing into the microphone. As the song began to glaze over everyone's ears, the disappointment of not seeing David Rowie in person began to fall away.

"Wow!" said Ruby, "Who knew Oliver could sing?"

"He's really getting into it!" said Blake.

As Oliver sang, the song entered another Piano only section minus his vocals. Placing the bass on the stage, he began to dance while continuing to sing.

"Woah!" said Yang, "He's got some moves!"

Clark stared at Oliver in awe, resisting the urge to laugh out loud. This was just super funny to him.

"He's going a little ham right now." said Clark.

"You don't need to tell me!" said Victor.

The crowd cheered as the song went on, their disappointment now gone. Some students took partners while others jammed out alone, but it was clear that everyone was hopping and bopping to the crocodile rock.

"Bruce wasn't lying." said Blake, "He is good on the piano."

Bruce finessed the keys on his instrument, pumping out excellent solo after excellent solo. Victor slammed his sticks down on the drums, making sure everyone heard it. Clark's guitar even got more intense, allowing him to stretch musical muscles he hadn't stretched in years. Oliver laughed in between lines, doing a backflip on stage to the cheers of the crowd.

As the song died down, the students began to applaud BSCO. Bruce had an oddly surreal feeling at that moment. Normally, when he got a job done, he would just move onto the next one, refusing to accept any recognition of his own deeds. But this, actually getting cheered for what he was doing, it felt exhilarating.

"How was that?" asked Oliver, speaking into the microphone.

The crowd cheered in response, sending a clear enough message to Oliver, "Alright, glad it was great! We've got one more song lined up, and this one is a doozy."

Oliver took a deep breath, checking behind him to see if his teammates were ready. They all responded with an ok, reassuring Oliver that they were prepped and raring to go. Turning back to the crowd, Oliver spotted Yang throwing him a thumbs up. As he prepared to sing again, something in the back of his mind stopped him.

Why don't you just tell her the truth?

Pyrrha's words came rushing back to his mind, and at that moment Oliver realized that he was about to make a big mistake. If he confessed his love within the context of this spectacle, it would come off as a flaunting of his ego, not a genuine profession.

"This is a song that I've loved for a long time," said Oliver, "I think you'll love it too."

Victor frowned, whispering to Clark, "Did he chicken out again?"

Clark closed his eyes, listening to Oliver's heartbeat. It was steady as ever.

"No, this is something else. He's sure of himself." said Clark, "I'm sure he has a good reason."

Victor sighed, "I hope so, at least the song's a good one."

(Accidentally in Love - Counting Crows)

Clark started off with his guitar, playing a variety of strings as Victor dropped the beat on the drums. Oliver smiled, feeling more ready than he's ever been. As he began to sing, he could feel the excitement and heat in the room rise at least 50 degrees. Oliver tapped his feet as he sang out the lyrics.

Ruby chuckled, tapping her feet, "I've never heard this song before."

"It's an older one," said Jaune, making his way through the crowd, "My mom listens to it all the time."

"Ooh, are there any deeper meanings?" said Yang, "He seems to really like it."

Oliver swung to the beat, tapping and jumping to every single beat.

"I don't think there's any deep meaning." said Jaune, "The lyrics are completely literal as far as I know."

Yang glanced back at the stage, noting Oliver's blissful gaze. He spun, grinning harder than she's ever seen him grin.

"I think he's in love." said Yang.

"What makes you say that?" asked Ruby.

"Look at him," said Yang, gesturing towards Oliver, "He's singing a song about love while acting like the happiest person on the planet, that just screams love."

"No arguments there," said Blake, "He's definitely having the time of his life."

Yang nodded, looking back at Oliver. As Oliver's eyes passed over her, he seemed to smile even harder, putting even more energy into his singing and dancing. In a matter of seconds, Yang's eyes widened.

"So who do you think he's in love with?" asked Ruby.

Yang considered telling Ruby, but held back instead, "I think I have an idea."

"Really?!" said Ruby, "Who?!"

"You'll have to ask him," said Yang, winking at Ruby.

"Oh come on!" said Ruby, "Why keep it a secret?"

"Shh," said Yang, "The song's ending."

As the song wrapped up, the crowd exploded into applause. Oliver bowed as the curtains fell over the stage.

"Hot damn!" said Oliver, "I'm feeling on top of the world right now!"

"Good!" said Clark, "It's a party, let's go enjoy it!"

As the team packed up their stuff, they noticed Weiss come in.

"Oh hey Weiss," said Victor, "We just finished up."

"Great, Rowie just arrived!" said Weiss, "pack up now, we have a few minutes to get onto the dance floor."

Bruce nodded, "We won't be long."


Team BSCO poured onto the dance floor as the curtain unveiled, revealing David Rowie in his signature Sterdust outfit. The crowd screamed his name as he smiled, breaking into song immediately.

(Moonage Daydream - David Bowie)

As the team grouped up with their partners, Oliver approached Yang, nervously tensing his hands.

"Hey..." said Oliver, "How'd you like the music?"

"It was awesome!" said Yang, "I never knew you could sing so well!"

"Me neither." said Oliver, "I actually only picked it up this week."

"No. Way." said Yang, "That's crazy! You're lucky to have a natural voice for this stuff!"

"Heh, I guess I am." said Oliver, "Listen, Yang, there's something I want to say."

"Shh," said Yang, pressing her finger against Oliver's lips, "I think I already know."

"Y-You do?" said Oliver, backing up a little.

"You were gonna make a big show out of it," said Yang, "your...profession."

Oliver's cheeks grew red as a tomato, "Y-Yeah, but I changed my mind."

"Why?" asked Yang in a gentle manner.

"Well, I didn't want to make it a spectacle." said Oliver, "I would rather be honest and upfront with you."

Yang smiled, "I...love that."

"What?" said Oliver.

"Listen, boys have been crazy for me for a while," said Yang, "but none of them ever really came off as genuine, they just liked me because of my looks. But We've gotten to know each other and I think we know what we see in each of us."

Oliver nodded, "Yeah, that's exactly what I was thinking."

"I don't wanna make it official just yet," said Yang, "I'd rather we get to know each other a little more first."

Oliver smiled, "Wouldn't have it any other way."

Yang smiled back, "Well, I've got to man the podium again, but I'm free for a dance afterward."

"Sounds good!" said Oliver, who couldn't believe his luck.

Yang smiled, blowing Oliver a kiss before walking back to the podium, "See you soon!"

"Same!" gasped Oliver, out of breath due to pure excitement.

Victor walked up behind Oliver, holding some punch, "Hey, how'd it go?"

"Man," said Oliver, "It couldn't have gone any better."

Victor chuckled, patting Oliver on the back before handing him a cup of punch, "I'm happy for you man."

"Thanks." said Oliver, still speechless.

"Hey, Vic!"

Victor turned around, spotting Coco gesturing him over, "We gonna dance big guy?"

"Absolutely!" said Victor, waltzing over to Coco. As the two locked hands and began to dance, Clark and Ruby spotted them from the side.

"Do you want to dance?" asked Clark.

"I thought we were doing this as friends?" said Ruby.

"I mean yeah," said Clark, "but dancing is still super fun!"

Ruby sighed, "I would rather be cleaning my baby, but I'll give it a shot."

The two stepped out on the dance floor, interlocking their fingers as they moved to the beat.

"Sorry," said Ruby, "I'm probably gonna step on your feet a lot."

"No worries," said Clark, "I probably won't feel it!"


Bruce closed his eyes, relaxing on an outer terrace from the ballroom. He sat on the edge, letting his legs dangle over the side as he simply listened to the music. While some would think it would be best to be right up next to the band, Bruce preferred not to go deaf.

"There you are! I was looking for you!"

Bruce opened his eyes, turning around to find Blake had walked onto the terrace.

"The night sky is beautiful tonight." said Bruce.

Blake looked up and sure enough, the starry sky was brilliant as ever.

"It's funny," said Bruce, "I'm always working on the next case, but when I actually stop and slow down, I find myself appreciating a lot of the little things."

Blake sat down next to Bruce, looking up into the night sky, "Do you ever...think about when you might be finished with the cases."

Bruce's eyes narrowed as he turned to Blake, "I assumed I'd do this until I was either dead or too old or weak to carry on."

"Don't worry, I wasn't trying to dissuade you," said Blake, "I just wanted to point out that you don't have to work until you can't."

Bruce nodded, "Eh, I'm a stubborn one. If it was possible I'd go on until the heat death of the sun."

"Heh," chuckled Blake, "I'd believe that."

The two gazed up into the night sky together, pondering each other. Bruce's mind went back into who Blake was, a fighter from a young age like him. She's worked just as hard for a cause as he has, and now their cause was the same. Even when she was exhausted she refused to slow down, putting her all into the case just like he did. It was something Bruce admired very much.

It wasn't just that though. Bruce's gaze slowly made its way onto Blake, who was currently preoccupied with the night sky. He noticed her pristine skin, her sharp and glistening eyes, and her attractive frame. Bruce only really fooled around with a girl once during his training days, specifically during his time with Summer Rose, but that was a different story. He always put something as silly as love aside, but now he could feel his heart beat a little faster.

Bruce was in love, and he knew it.

Funnily enough, Blake was having a similar train of thought at the same time. She went over Bruce's own personal history, a hugely traumatic event distorting and shattering the life he might have had, not dissimilar to the wide-ranging problems her race experienced. She noted that he has dedicated every waking moment to fighting injustice, just like she has.

Blake slowly turned to Bruce, her eyes meeting his. She noted his slicked hair, his dark focused eyes, and his sculpted features. She had been with a man only once, a very dangerous man. While Bruce proved to have many similarities to the man in question, she felt confident that he was different enough that he wouldn't fall into the same hole.

"Hey Bruce?" whispered Blake, her hand going over his and interlocking their fingers.

"Yes?" whispered Bruce.

"Do you want to dance?" asked Blake.

"Hmm," said Bruce, kicking his feet up as he hopped up onto the terrace, "Of course, and this is the best place for it."

Blake stood up, looking around the terrace. Sure enough, there was plenty of room and they could still hear the music.

"Planning ahead," said Blake, "That is so you Bruce."

"Heh," said Bruce, "I try."

The two locked hands, dancing in tandem with the music. With all the extra space, they were given the room to take as many wide steps as they wanted. As they twisted and turned, their deliberate movements never resulting in an error. They danced perfectly, never missing a beat. Blake looked up at Bruce, seeing something she never expected to see.

A big wide smile.

Blake chuckled, joyful that Bruce was really enjoying himself. Bruce himself was also extremely happy, feeling that this night he had allowed himself to let go for a change. This was the happiest night he's ever had, and there was nothing he could think of that could sour it.


Cinder sat on a rooftop overseeing the city of Vale, creating a masquerade mask out of Black Glass. She smiled, gazing at the Cross Continental Transmit tower. Her goal, to break in and deliver a virus to the Atlas systems housed within.

Her scroll rang in her pocket, eliciting a small burst of excitement. She's been attracted to power from a young age, especially after certain...events, but she was also attracted to danger, and nobody was more dangerous than-

"Slade." said Cinder, answering the scroll.

"I could drop every Atlas soldier outside the tower in seconds," said Slade, "where are you?"

"I'm running a little late, be a dear and wait for me." said Cinder, "I'd also advise taking a less...lethal approach. I would prefer not to leave a mess."

"Hmm," said Deathstroke, "Why are there so many Atlas pawns out here anyway?"

"General Ironwood has moved his troops here for the Vytal festival," said Cinder, "but I have Emerald and Mercury at the Beacon dance. He's there right now and we'll be notified if he leaves."

"You've thought this through." said Slade.

"But of course," said Cinder.

Slade sighed, "Are we ready?"

Cinder smirked, "Oh yes we are."


WOOHOO! The DANCE chapter is finally here! And after such a long wait who would have thought?!

There are a few reasons for why this chapter was delayed (Even if it came out weekly like it always does!) 1. My DCNext Cyborg #1 is out now! If you want to check it out, head to the DCNext subreddit! Each series is marked with a flair so you can search that way!

Secondly, I wanted this chapter to be as good as it could be! Romantic scenes are difficult for me since I've never been in a real relationship, but please let me know if they were in any way convincing!

(On a side note I've been reading the entirety of New 52 Superman and may write a review for the whole thing and dump it on R/DCComics. I'll tell you if anything happens.)

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