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AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is my first post (obviously), so, it's okay if you're harsh, but don kill me please ^_^!
Spice Up Your Life
She danced; one arm raised above her head, hand balled into a fist, the other at her waist, long fingers splayed across her flat stomach. The music was loud, pumping into her ears through giant, bass boosting headphones which were firmly attached to her head. They drowned out the rest of the world; her universe consisted of only the music, her dancing, and the lights that flashed at her eyes behind the closed lids. Life was good.
The refrain began, and her smile grew wider as she brought her hands in front of her and started snapping her fingers to the beat, head weaving from side to side, then nodding up and down as she totally lost herself in the experience.
Arms came up and down in quick, chopping motions, and feet carried her body first two steps left, then two right, then left, and the right again. Full lips mouthed the words to one of her favorite songs.
Colors of the World! (Spice up your Life!)
Every boy and every girl! (Spice up your Life!)
People of the World! (Spice up your Life!)
A quick vault and flip bought her to the main floor of the Clock tower, and she was bobbing back and forth to the music as soon as her feet hit the floor. A high kick bought her booted foot precariously close to one of Delphi's monitors, and a particularly loud shout rattled the windows; she didn't open her eyes. She sang along to her favorite verse.
Yellow man in, Timbuktu
Color for both, me and you
Kung Fu Fighting
Travel Space Man
And all that's in between!
Just as she began doing the 'Running Man', the music stopped. Blue eyes widening in slowly dawning horror, she turned. Barbara sat not two feet away, the end of the headphones long cord held in her fingertips. Behind her stood Dinah, who was bent over, hand braced on the back of school teacher's chair, face turning an interesting shade of red as she tried to keep from laughing aloud. Helena wanted to die.
Letting go of the cord, the woman known as Oracle moved forward, intent on making sure that her multi-million dollar machinery was okay, pausing to pat her friend on the hand. "Next time you feel like expressing your 'Girl Power', do it away from my computers please." The brunette only groaned in mortification.
"Maybe in your own apartment, you know Oh God! Where no one can see you!" Dinah guffawed, desperately trying to keep it in.
After a few more seconds, she finally gave in and collapsed onto the floor in a heap of giggles. Blushing furiously, Helena sputtered for a comeback. Barbara just shook her head, an amused smile on her lips, and rolled towards Delphi.
"All right, that's enough. It wasn't that funny!" Helena growled at the hysterical teenage still rolling around on the floor.
"Oh God! You-the Spice Girls-oh God!" Dinah gasped, holding her stomach, trying to breathe.
"All right, that's it!" the older woman roared, swooping down and tossing the girl over her shoulder. "This calls for tickle torture!"
"NOOOO!!" the blonde squealed, still chuckling as she tried to escape.
Barbara watched from her seat in front of Delphi as her young ward was chased about the Clock tower by an irate Huntress, sniggering to herself as the blonde girl began singing 'Wannabe', off key, at the top of her lungs. She turned back to the screens, shaking her head as a warm feeling spread through her.
"Don't think you're safe either," a husky voice purred in her ear, making her shiver.
"Now Helena, I didn't-" She was caught off guard as strong fingers prodded her side, and she had no choice but to squeal in surprise.
"Girl Power, huh?" the voice sneered in her ear, and she was soon racing across the floor, trying to escape her disgruntled partner. "Girl Power this!"
"I'll tell ya what I want, what I really, really want!" Dinah shouted from the other side of the room, trying to take some of the heat off of her guardian. She turned and ran full tilt towards the elevator, narrowly missing Alfred.
Everyone froze, Helena almost flying over Barbara's chair as it stopped short; she ended up in the other woman's lap. Three pairs of wide eyes turned onto the elderly British man, all looking like deer caught in the headlights of a truck. The corner of his mouth twitched into a smile. "Spice up your Life."
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