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"And you have my number?" Batwoman asked hesitantly.
"YES." Ronnie-Bell replied, putting down a liter of pixie for her and a bottle for Sean on the table beside a comically large bowl of popcorn. "I do. I also know the number for 9-1-1 would you like me to tell it too you?" Batwoman fidgeted as Ronnie-Bell sighed, "You're nervous. You'll be FINE." Ronnie-Bell declared, "It's not the first time I've babysat Sean."
"Yeah sis." Sean noted cheekily, charging from his room and standing beside Ronnie-Bell's leg as she sat on the massive couch. "She's babysat me before!" Ronnie-Bell flicked his forehead playfully as he covered it with his hands, with a grin.
"Don't tease your sister. She's nervous." She then grabbed Sean by the waist and sat him on her knee as he turned on the TV to the all wrestling all the time channel. "We'll be fine. It is just a couple of hours. So you go out, shake your butt, enjoy yourself. You said this was a big opportunity right?"
Batwoman, a talented well-trained dancer was actually spotted in a club called Xanadu, she had been enjoying herself on the dance floor relaxing when the owner spotted her and offered to give her some personal instruction. Of course, being Batwoman she thought this was just some old man coming onto her, it happened quite often for a Superbabe, but it turns out no… no he wasn't. He was LUKE KELLY: the famous dancer and former musical movie star. Pushing 70 and still as spry as he was years ago. Also the owner of Xanadu.
Being instructed, for free, by him was without a doubt a miracle…
"…You got this?" she asked.
"I got this." Ronnie-Bell replied confidently, patting her chest as Sean gave her a thumbs up as she smiled and taking her dancing gear went to the front door of their home.
"Have fun sis!"
The old studio had a fresh feel to it as she entered. The floors were as polished as the mirrors and it looked as if there were half a dozen of her walking around as she entered. "…Mr. Kelly?" she asked hesitantly, as a door opposite her opened and shut.
Luke Kelly was something of a heartthrob in his thirties, with a movie star smile and chiseled handsome features. That was mostly gone now but he still had that shining movie star toothy grin he was known for and in the right light he was a bit of a silver fox. He dressed however like he walked off one of his old movies based in the 20's. With loose pants and a vest with a pocket watch. He rolled up his sleeves. Held out his hand and shook hers.
"I'm glad you could make it." he smiled charmingly at her and she grinned back. "I was hoping you and I could, start with tap? I've seen you move you can tap right?" he asked as she nodded. It wasn't her favorite ballet, but she could keep pace with a 60 some odd year old movie star…
…She was almost wrong.
He walked her through a routine from one of his old movies, a favorite of Jessica's (Poison Ivy) a friend from her work. She breathed heavily as they held the finish and he grinned at her. "Spectacular!" he said, eyeing her up as he recovered faster than she did. "That was your first time?"
"I… saw it in one of your old movies." She replied with a nervous smile as he shook his head.
"But it was your first time doing it? You matched my lead perfectly. You. My dear. Are exceptional."
"You flatter me, Mr. Kelly." But he shook his head.
"Luke please." He chuckled, "Now. Let an old man catch his breath." though it looked like he didn't need to. "Why don't you think about what we should move onto? I want to see what you're capable of when you really LOVE what you're dancing." He said, however before she could truly think on it.
"Dad. Can I talk to you about the-Oh… uh…" a young man, about her age walked into the room. Staring a little awed at her. "Oh I didn't know you were with a student." He said as Luke waved him closer. "I can come back Dad."
"Don't worry about it come, come." He smiled, "This is my son Gene." He said as she shook his hand, smiling prettily as he gazed into her green eyes. Gene wasn't exactly the spitting image of his father's movie days, although he was handsome and had obviously Asian features, he seemed more modern, rugged, more like a ballplayer than a trained dancer but she could tell from the way he walked that he had some grace.
"Hi."
"…Hello." He said.
"Are you a dancer too?" she asked politely as he coughed, Luke just smiled.
"I've dabbled but nowhere near dad." He said gesturing to Luke with some pride. "I just help him run his clubs, manage his estate, yell at his attorneys."
"A prodigy my boy is." Smiled Luke proudly. "I'd be destitute if it wasn't for him."
"He was handling himself pretty well before me." Gene replied humbly, "I'll just take him for a minute, and you can have his feet all to yourself." She giggled excitedly, as the night just got better…
It was late in the morning when she returned happily sore from her training with THE Luke Kelly. And talking with his son who stayed to watch her dance with him once they were done talking business. With Luke Kelly instructing her and some of the contacts he offered her… maybe one day she'd be more than a delivery girl. But Sean came first… and Orders paid her a lot to provide for him.
Batwoman slipped quietly into the house, putting down her things and blinking at the flickering TV on mute as Johnny Nace elbow dropped on Rowdy Randy Ravage… she's watched a few of these with Sean and Ronnie-Bell enough to know names… but the adorable sight of Sean sleeping on Ronnie-Bell's chest as she stretched out along the massive bed-like couch distracted her more than the match as a pretty smile stretched on her face.
The giant woman's mouth was open wide and Sean was lying on her chest, using her big breasts innocently like a pillow. Dozing quietly as the Liter of Pixie was half drained along with all of the popcorn… Batwoman went to pick up her little brother only for Ronnie-Bell to protectively wrap an arm around him and continue dozing, her chest rising and falling with Sean on top of her as Batwoman chuckled to herself and went about the house.
She showered quickly, before going to her and then Ronnie-Bell's rooms, retrieving blankets as she pulled one over the two of them, right up to Sean's shoulders as he continued to snooze. Then she pulled out the legs of the Giganta sized armchair, custom made for Ronnie-Bell and pretty much a small bed for her as she lied down on it, pulled the blanket over herself.
Sometimes the world kicked her when she was down. Other times there were days like today that helped her get back up… Ciara yawned, stretched out her legs on the chair, then turned off the TV, going to sleep to the sounds of Ronnie-Bell and Sean calmly breathing.
End
I like Gene Kelly... the actor, or at least the dancer... That's who Luke Kelly is based on and yeah his kid is ACTUALLY named Gene. but he's not a dancer.