Prompt Post - Part Four [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]
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The club owner comes down to visit and seems to think that Megan and Artemis would have the best chance of infiltration by becoming some of the entertainment, namely pole dancers. Cue awkward training session where neither of the two girls really feels it. Robin is disgusted (or perhaps just 'gusted) with their lack of enthusiam and gives a quick demo of how it's meant to be done.
With the result that Robin ends up being the entertainment in the show, much to the amusement of the other guys.
Until he performs that is.
Bonus(es): if Robin incorporates some more showy moves reminiscent of a circus into his act.
Robin is looking forward to it because hey, once a showman always a showman, even if it isn't quite a trapeze act.
If any pairings are brought in then I will admit to a love of Robin/Superboy, although Robin/KF is a close second.
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So yeah... Cirque du soleil ate my brain too? Definitely needs to happen, though.
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Damn, how much time have I spent rooting through pole acts...? Ahem. I need to move on with my life now. O__O,
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She makes it look so easy. I'm in complete awe of her.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PeY0NATdB_k
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Why do half the Robin prompts reflect my own life.
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THAT'S SO COOL OF YOU TO BE LEARNING!
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Forever. <3
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hahaha I'm so late to the party. :) Have a sketch of pole-dancing for justice robin!
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“The Penguin is acquiring a new club,” Batman growled. “He's been moving out of Gotham and into new cities, and we have his potential base of operations in Happy Harbor located. You will infiltrate the location, and find the Penguin's men. If we can make expansion seem unwise, the Penguin will go crawling back to Gotham where we can keep a proper eye on him.”
“We're infiltrating a club?” Wally asked. “Sweet!”
“We're underage, or did you forget?” Artemis said, poking him in the side of the head.
“What kind of club?” M'gann asked, drawing th focus back to Batman, who shifted his weight and looked away.
“A 'gentleman's' club,” Robin answered, nose in his wrist-comp. “We've worked out that the scouts will be there next Friday. So we get in, set up the bust, and ba-da-bing, Fanny's your aunt.”
“Who's Fanny?” Superboy wanted to know.
Everyone ignored him, and Wally said, “Wait, they're using a strip joint as cover for illegal deeds? Isn't that counter-intuitive?”
“If you think about it, it's actually a great plan,” Robin said. “I mean, loud music, dim lights, and no one's looking at anything but the stage. And no one looks beneath the surface layer of corruption. Plus, heroes would stick out like a sore thumb.”
There was a moment of silence as everybody pointedly avoided looking at Black Canary or saying, Mostly.
Batman nodded, and all eyes fixed on the front of the room. “You will enter undercover. Two positions outside, and four inside. Assign them as you see fit.”
Kaldur and Robin stuck their heads together immediately, and the rest exchanged looks. M'gann looked confused, Wally gave a what-can-you-do shrug, Artemis frowned and stared at the table, and Superboy eavesdropped shamelessly.
Finally Kaldur sighed, and sat back up straight. “So basically, we're putting Superboy as a bouncer, myself behind the bar, Wally on surveillance, and Robin and one of the girls as waiters, and the other as a performer.”
“What?” Wally exclaimed, and Robin chose to believe his friend was upset over putting one of their own on stage instead of being outraged that he wouldn't be inside to see the show.
In any case, he cut in to keep his friend's foot out of his mouth. “It makes sense,” he nodded. “We get a thorough check of everyone through the main entrance, plus someone to watch all secondary exits. People talk to the bartenders, the wait staff circulates, and if that fails, we've got someone in the best viewpoint in the house.”
“But won't the stage lights blind the performer?” Wally asked. “So, how would they see anything?”
Robin snorted. “Trust me, in a situation like that, you notice who isn't looking at you pretty quickly.”
“Have much experience with it, do you?” Wally needled him.
The grin Robin shot him was sharp and bright. “I'm a performer, KF. I was born in the center ring, and I'll be performing 'til I die. And maybe longer.”
“That's nice and all,” Artemis said, “But I'm still stuck on the bit where one of us girls is on stage?”
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