A/N: I should be working on my projects, but it's late, I'm tired, and I'm too lazy. So I'll work on this instead! Also, if you guys have any requests, I'd be happy to do them. I have my own ideas of course, but I like appeasing my readers Enjoy!

"Ok, Dick. Move a little to the left."

Dick, dressed in a typical Old West cowboy outfit, did as Barbara told him to.

"Perfect!" Barbara called. She turned around towards the large shed, "Hey, Artemis! You ready yet?"

"Why do I have to be the dude?" Artemis shouted back, still not coming out.

"You want to be one of those air-headed saloon girls?" Dick asked. He smirked at Barbara and Bette, "No offense ladies."

They rolled their eyes, "None taken."

"Fine!" Artemis stomped out wearing a male cowboy outfit with a moustache. Her hair was tied up and hidden.

The group's History teacher had assigned the class to take a time from history and film it for the class. Dick had volunteered the classic Old West and the other three had agreed. There was a fairly large shed in the backyard (if you can even call it that) of Wayne Manor. It was perfect for a good old-fashioned shootout scene.

"Seriously," Dick said, "The only thing those saloon girls do is scream and pick up their skirts to do the Can-Can."

Dick faked holding up skirts and started doing the dance. The three girls couldn't help but snort and Bette ended up joining him in the dance.

"Can Can. Can you do the Can Can?" Bette and Barbara laughed as Dick flung his legs high in the air and sang in a perfect yet goofy Southern accent.

"Come on, guys." Artemis said, scratching her moustache, "Let's just get this over with. The stupid moustache is really itchy."

Dick stopped and laughed again, "Alright, Artemis."

Barbara grabbed the camera and they walked into the shed. A small bar and barstools were set up with a small stage on the other side of the shed. Dick sat at the bar while the Bette and Barbara, who were dressed in the typical corset and billions of skirts, got on the stage. Artemis positioned the camera and turned some music on to fit the scene.

Dick took a swig of the empty mug and pretended to wipe away whatever he was 'drinking'. Suddenly, the shed door slammed open, and Artemis sauntered in. The music was cut off and everyone stopped. Artemis walked over to Bette and Barbara and grabbed Bette.

"Well howdy. You sure are purdy." Artemis drawled. Bette whimpered while Barbara scampered over to the bar and hid behind it.

Dick turned around and stood up, "Let the lady go, John."

Artemis looked up and sneered at Dick, "What ya gonna do 'bout it?"

"This." Dick pulled out a toy gun and started shooting at Artemis. Bette and Barbara screamed and ran out of the room. Artemis faked being hit by bullets and finally fell off the stage and crashed through a table. Dick slowly walked over and stood, smirking, over her dead body.

"Well, that 'bout takes care o' that." Dick spit and holstered his gun.

"Got it! Yes! We finished the final scene!" Barbara yelled. Dick suddenly hunched over and started laughing.

"Oh my god! What the heck was that?" Dick asked, "That was so freaking cliché!"

"It's the Old West." Bette said, coming back in, "It's the perfect opportunity to be as cliché as possible."

"I felt so stupid." Artemis said, standing up.

"Haha! Me too!" Dick laughed.

"Ugh, can we change now?" Bette asked, "This corset is choking me."

"Why do girls where corsets?" Dick asked, "They seem more of a hurtful than helpful to me."

"They're supposed to make you skinner." Barbara said, scratching at her corset.

"What does it feel like?" Dick asked. Barbara and Bette looked at each other for a second before turning back to Dick and smirking. Dick stared at them warily.

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"Ow! OW! Geez! Not so tight! I'd like to breathe!" Dick was pushed against a wall as Artemis and Barbara held him there. Bette was behind Dick and tying to corset.

"You wanted to know what it felt like to where one." Barbara reminded him.

"Yeah, but I never said I wanted to wear one! And I never asked about the skirts!" Artemis and Barbara had managed to wrestle the skirts onto him.

"Don't worry, Dick. I'm almost done" Bette pulled again.

"Owwwwwwwww! Loosen up! I can't breathe!" Dick squirmed in the two girls' hold.

"Dick? Are you alr-" Bruce walked in and stopped at the sight he saw. Bruce blinked as he took in Dick being pressed against a wall wearing a corset and a bunch of skirts. He blinked again as he saw that Artemis and Barbara were holding him there and Bette was in mid-pull. The four teens just looked like deer caught in headlights.

"Uh… Hey, Bruce." Dick said awkwardly.

"I don't even want to know." Bruce turned around and left. The four teens stood there in awkward silence before breaking out into giggles.

"Haha! Did you see his face?" Barbara asked, giggling madly.

"Priceless!" Dick said.

"I don't think I've ever seen Bruce Wayne so confused!" Artemis laughed. They laughed for a little bit longer until they finally calmed down.

"Hey, so how do I look in this?" Dick asked. He did various poses, including winking and blowing a kiss at the girls. They couldn't help it. They broke out into laughter again.

"You look so ridiculous!" Artemis said.

"Aw. That hurts my feelings, Artemis. Aren't I pretty?" he pouted at her and Barbara snorted.

"Maybe if you add a wig and some make-up." They all stopped to imagine it. Dick scrunched his face in disgust while the three girls laughed again.

"You may have been able to get me into this dress." Dick said, "But I am not explaining to Bruce why I would be wearing a wig and make-up!"

The girls just continued to laugh.

A/N: So I recently filmed a scene that was about the West in the 1930s and I thought of this for some reason. Mainly the corset scene. I hope you enjoyed it! Thank god I'll be done with all of my projects soon… I really don't have much to say… Review!

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