There was something easy about dancing with Batgirl. Of course, Cassandra
wasn't hard to look at either. Steph was having a great time at the
school dance, and it was beginning to shock her. She had never had so much
fun with any of her nighttime colleagues, not even Robin. And Cassandra
was just plain sexy in those tight black leather pants. The outfit was not
that different from the costume Batgirl wore; black, leather, tight
fitting, but the absence of the mask made the girl's face light up with
each smile. Her teeth shone under the lights of the dance floor and her
eyes sparkled with suppressed laughter. And then there was the dancing.
All of the talent Batgirl had in anticipating the movement of opponents was being put to good use in her dancing. She moved with a fluid grace that Steph envied, and made everyone around them stare. She was a natural dancer, and she followed Steph's lead perfectly. It felt incredible to be moving with another person so closely, and each little brush of hand or thigh as they spun around each other was making Steph's mind go in interesting directions. If she didn't believe that Cassandra would kick her butt, quite easily, across the whole city she would have made a pass. An awkward teenage pass, but one that couldn't be misinterpreted.
Cassandra Cain was also having a wonderful time at the dance, she had never even considered going to one before. There hadn't been school dances in her reality, she didn't even attend school. Her education was progressing nicely in the hands of Stephanie and Oracle though, and she could read whole sentences now. The dance was part of the reward for her accomplishment, though when asked to go to the dance she hadn't understood what it really was. It wasn't so fun to have so many people staring at her, without a mask to hide behind, but she could read their expressions and movements easily enough. There was no hostility in these teenagers, only envy, desire, curiosity.
And the movement was thrilling to her. She lost herself in it every few moments as she followed the simple steps that Steph was doing. Fighting was like second nature to her, sometimes even first, and nothing had felt so close to the sweet sensation of moving with such speed and rhythm. Dancing was becoming one of her favorite things. Her partner seemed to enjoy it also, and it gave her some insight into the training that she had been having trouble with Steph over. She had to file away several ideas to try at their next practice. There was a feeling growing that she didn't want to disrupt with talk of training just yet, plus there were quite a few people that could overhear.
The feeling was quite enjoyable, though Cassandra didn't quite understand it. She felt flushed and warm, but wasn't nearing her physical limits in any way. There was an excitement, an anticipation for something she was unaware of, and yet when she looked at Steph there were almost answers. Steph looked wonderful in her traditional colors, and her long blonde hair bounced and flung around her rosy face as she danced. And then she would look straight into Cassandra's eyes and something would flash across them, between the two girls, that was electric in intensity.
All of the talent Batgirl had in anticipating the movement of opponents was being put to good use in her dancing. She moved with a fluid grace that Steph envied, and made everyone around them stare. She was a natural dancer, and she followed Steph's lead perfectly. It felt incredible to be moving with another person so closely, and each little brush of hand or thigh as they spun around each other was making Steph's mind go in interesting directions. If she didn't believe that Cassandra would kick her butt, quite easily, across the whole city she would have made a pass. An awkward teenage pass, but one that couldn't be misinterpreted.
Cassandra Cain was also having a wonderful time at the dance, she had never even considered going to one before. There hadn't been school dances in her reality, she didn't even attend school. Her education was progressing nicely in the hands of Stephanie and Oracle though, and she could read whole sentences now. The dance was part of the reward for her accomplishment, though when asked to go to the dance she hadn't understood what it really was. It wasn't so fun to have so many people staring at her, without a mask to hide behind, but she could read their expressions and movements easily enough. There was no hostility in these teenagers, only envy, desire, curiosity.
And the movement was thrilling to her. She lost herself in it every few moments as she followed the simple steps that Steph was doing. Fighting was like second nature to her, sometimes even first, and nothing had felt so close to the sweet sensation of moving with such speed and rhythm. Dancing was becoming one of her favorite things. Her partner seemed to enjoy it also, and it gave her some insight into the training that she had been having trouble with Steph over. She had to file away several ideas to try at their next practice. There was a feeling growing that she didn't want to disrupt with talk of training just yet, plus there were quite a few people that could overhear.
The feeling was quite enjoyable, though Cassandra didn't quite understand it. She felt flushed and warm, but wasn't nearing her physical limits in any way. There was an excitement, an anticipation for something she was unaware of, and yet when she looked at Steph there were almost answers. Steph looked wonderful in her traditional colors, and her long blonde hair bounced and flung around her rosy face as she danced. And then she would look straight into Cassandra's eyes and something would flash across them, between the two girls, that was electric in intensity.