Hello, FanFiction! Chapter three of the ongoing story, "Swing Man". Things get interesting from this point on. I swear. Onward with the story!

Disclamier: I don't own TT or the Ability to Swing Dance (despite my efforts to acquire both)

Chapter Three: Raven's New Hobby

Shadow slid out of Raven's embrace and rushed over to his gym bag, a brilliant blush creeping in his already beet red cheeks. Before Raven could say another word, Shadow grabbed his bag and walked out the door, in twill pants and all, into the chill night. Raven hurried out after him, calling to him.

"Shadow! Shadow, wait!" Shadow simply ran faster as he heard her shouting his name. Fed up, Raven extended her hand out at him. Her trademark black aura surrounded him and her hand. With a hold on him, she yanked him back towards her. Shadow cried out in surprise and stopped in front of her.

"What? What do you want?" he asked loudly.

"Want? I want to know why you've been lying about going to the "gym", when you've really been coming here. Hell, I wanna know why you didn't me or any of the others?" She replied in a tone to match his. Shadow sighed exasperatedly and pulled off his fedora, running a finger through his damp hair.

"Look… I didn't want anyone to laugh at me." He replied, trailing off. Raven stared at him, bewildered.

"Didn't want… Why would we laugh at you?" she cried out.

"Because it's Swing Dancing! Nobody swing dances but old guys with arthritis in all there joints."

Shadow turned away and sighed heavily. Raven gently turned him to face her. His head was still down and his eyes were closed.

"Shadow…There's nothing to be ashamed of. You were amazing in there!" Raven said lightly. Shadow scoffed. "Right."

"I'm serious. Shadow, there's a reason you're the leader of that dance team. You are easily the best one in there." Raven drew him into a hug, resting her head in the crook of his neck. His scent was overpowering her, but in a good way.

Shadow sighed and kissed her forehead. "Thank you." Raven smiled lightly. "Just don't tell anyone"

"Why?"

"The guys would never live it down." He said matter-of- factly. Raven rolled her eyes, even though she knew he was right. Cyborg and Beast Boy would have an absolute field day.

"Fine. Our secret" she promised. He bent down and kissed her softly on the lips. Shadow hugged her to him, then began walking off, expecting Raven to follow. Not feeling her presence, he turned back to her.

"You coming?" he asked.

"I'll be there in a minute. I've…gotta run out real quick." She replied. Shadow shrugged. Hoisting his bag more securely on his shoulder, he broke into a run. He leapt up and his body below the waist turned was sheathed in flame and became a fiery trail, like a ghost. Cheering loudly, he flew sharply around a series of tight turns to his parked car, vanishing into the distance.

Raven smiled and shook her head. The smile faded and she looked around, making sure no one was there. Seeing no one, she turned and walked back to the studio. She wandered around looking for the right office. She came upon a door with a nameplate, which read:

Leo Northman

Head Dance Instructor

Raven nodded and knocked tentatively. A voice beckoned her inside. She opened the door and saw the dance instructor, perched behind a small oak desk.

"May I help you?" he asked. His voice had the typical briskness of a veteran dancer. He was a lean man, about her height. He was dressed in a flashy black and white zoot suit, with matching spats and fedora.

"Are you Leo Northman?"

"That's what the door says, honey." Raven felt both awkward and taken aback. She could tell already that he was a no-nonsense kind of guy, and that made her slightly uneasy. "Is there something you need?" he asked.

"Actually, yes. " Raven stepped inside and closed the door behind her. She took a breath and asked,

"Mr. Northman… do you do private lessons?"

Aaannd…CLIFFIE! HA HA HA! Yes, it's short, but if you don't like it, … FLAME ME!

Next chapter soon.

R&R