Damian and Mar'i Demonfire

Dancing

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Argh!  I hate this stupid dress!

I quickly take it off along with the high heels I'm wearing, and just sit on my apartment floor in my yoga clothes. There's this huge event that all of the Wayne family has to attend this week. Bruce just told us yesterday. Usually, I wouldn't be so bothered and just go the event. But unfortunately, this event would be a ballroom dance. Emphasize, dance! I may be good at acrobatics, but dancing? Definitely not.

I wanted to prepare myself for the event, so I decided to try and practice waltzing a bit in my apartment (I have a lot of room space) while wearing high heels and a long gown (since I would have to wear similar clothes at the event). As a model, I can walk and move around in high heels and long dresses quite comfortably. But dancing in them? Forget it. I would always just trip and fall in them.

I sigh to myself. This was hopeless. I would just have to deal with embarrassing myself horribly in front of all of Gotham's rich elite, possibly embarrassing Bruce and all of the Wayne family.

Knock, knock, knock! Someone is at my apartment door.

"Mar'i." Oh, it's just Damian. I go to open the door, and see him carrying a package.

"Beloved," he greets me.

"Hey Damian, what's up?" I say casually.

"You left your eskrima sticks at my apartment.  I had to put them away to hide them if anyone bothered to look."

"Oh, thanks."  I take the package from him and allow him to come inside.

Damian sits down at a kitchen stool, and then frowns.  He's noticed the gown and high heels I've left on the floor.

"Were you just practicing your modeling?" he asks me.

"No, I was trying to practice for that stupid ballroom dance this week.  Normally, I'm completely fine with wearing long dresses and high heels.  But dancing in them is just so frickin hard!  I mean, why even try!?"  I sigh, and just sit down on the stool next to him.

Damian doesn't react, and just ponders.

"Beloved, if you are having trouble with dancing, I could teach you."

I don't think I'm hearing right. Did Damian Wayne, the assassin prodigy, just offer to teach me how to dance?! Well that's not odd at all.

"Wait, not to be rude, but you can dance?"

"Of course," Damian simply replies. "During my training with the League of Assasins, my mother had me learn to waltz in order to improve my footwork and movement.   I could show you what I know." He grabs me hands in his and looks straight at me.

I break into a smile and kiss him.  "That would be wonderful Damian."

Damian just smirks, and stands up.  He takes me to the floor and kicks away the shoes and gown to make space.  Then, he faces me towards him.  We are now standing in front of each other face-to-face.

"First, I put my hand on your waist."  While he says this, he presses and grabs his left hand tightly around my right waist.  I gasp a little, which makes Damian smirk a little more.

"Then, I pull you in closer."  He pulls me closer to him.  I feel quite scared and safe at the same time.

"And now, put your right arm around my waist, take my other hand with your other, and I'll lead."

Damian hadn't been lying about knowing how to waltz.  He was very good.  His dancing was flawlessly elegant and smooth.  I must admit, being so close to Damian made me more confident while dancing.  I managed to not step on his toes, and we just danced for what seemed like forever.