Disclaimer: Not even Red X belongs to me! One would have thought that I would be given HIM, but NOOOO…! –upset-
A/N: Happy B-day again Saturnmax! This is what you wanted so here it is! Which works out fine, as this takes place before Robin's 18'th birthday…
So, Terms-universe, after wedding…
Taking Lessons
"I can't believe you are making me do this…" Robin muttered as he was being dragged into the studio by two enthusiastic red-heads.
"Oh, stop it, or we'll never buy you another present!" Speedy snorted.
"Promise?" Robin asked hopefully.
As they got in, the three of them stopped and looked around.
"I… I know I'm gay, so this is gonna sound weird, but… where are all the hot chicks?" Red whispered.
"That's okay, sweetie, I was just asking myself the same thing…" Speedy whispered back.
"What did you expect? Actual strippers?" Robin muttered and made his way towards the back. Faaaar back.
"No, but come on…" Red shivered.
"…these are homemakers…" Speedy filled in.
"In their fifties!" Red whimpered.
"And in eighties training-gear!" Speedy's voice had a distinct wobble to it now, like he was about to burst into tears.
Robin looked around for the first time. He hadn't seen the need before, since he was gay and recently married to boot, but he got curious. He instantly regretted it. There was a lot of the eighties look going on, all right. The bright neon-colored leotards, the "bath suit over bike-pants"-thing. And legwarmers. And... Robin shivered; there were a lot of 'camel-toes' going on…
"You better not leave me alone in here!" he hissed, as the red-heads seemed to want to escape. "Red, go cling on your brother instead, he's scared too… Besides, I bet your own outfit scares people as well…"
"What? He's hot!" Speedy objected, taking over a clingy Red.
Robin looked Red X up and down. The thief was wearing a pair of jeans-shorts cut so short he had had to remove all of the pockets, front and back, and a t-shirt ending quite a lot above his belly-button.
"You lost some kind of bet, didn't you?"
"Yup." Red grinned happily.
"Why don't you two ever learn? Betting is baaaad."
"Yes mum, sorry mum…" the two echoed.
Speedy looked more normal in his sweat-pants, although he was wearing a t-shirt so tight it had to cut off some circulation. Probably to his head, Robin thought, although he figured that no one would be able to tell any difference. He himself had insisted on wearing his black gi-trousers, and a t-shirt originally belonging to Slade, but which had shrunk a bit in the wash and now almost fit him. He missed his husband. It's only been, what? Half an hour since they left? Robin shook his head. He might need this, after all…
At that moment the teacher, luckily not in her fifties, walked in.
"Hello there! I'm Anna. Grab your poles, ladies… err… and gentlemen?" Red and Speedy had burst out giggling at the woman's words, but she had thick skin and only smiled. "How fun to see some men here for once! Come up here, you three! There are three spots, right here at the front…" Robin thought the bitch was cruel enough to possibly recruit, although he couldn't figure out how to use pole-dancing in the organization. He walked up to the front of the class like he was doomed, while the other two strutted happily.
They started with some warm-ups and stretching-exercises before the actual lesson began. Since it was only the first, Robin didn't expect it to be very complicated, but it seemed their teacher had decided to give them a rather thorough knowledge of the basics.
To his embarrassment, Robin turned out to be a natural at pole-dancing. Red X wasn't bad either, claiming it was years of clinging to the top of lamp-posts which did it. Speedy, having a slightly stockier frame than the other two and not the same agility, struggled slightly more, but all-in-all the teacher had nothing to complain about.
"That's all for today, ladies and gents… I'll see you all next week, won't I?" Anna smiled.
"Yes ma'am!" Red X grinned, "Hey, will there be some sort of recital at the end of term?"
"Shut up, Red!" Robin hissed.
"Well, normally no, but-"
"What about if someone would hire a night-club for a night, we invite a few people and just party?" Red continued, not caring about the glares he was getting from both his friends.
"Oh, yes, how fun!" several ladies exclaimed, clapping their hands.
"We'll see what we can do…" Red grinned. "Come on, let's go home and talk to daddy!"
"He'll never let you do it." Robin snorted.
"I think it's a wonderful idea." Slade smirked.
"What?" Robin spluttered.
"You found a new hobby. I'm encouraging you. I'm being a good, selfless husband."
"Yeah, and I sent him a film-clip from the class…" Red giggled.
"You didn't?"
"What? You looked hot, mum! I'm saving those files!"
"Me too…" Slade purred. "Now, kids… time for you to go home. Mummy has another pole to work on…"
"This would be sooooo sick if we were really a family…" Speedy grinned, not looking like he had anything against that at all.
"I don't know, Slade…" Robin said airly. "I'm used to bigger poles now, you know…"
Then he ran.
The End