I had about 2 to 3 minutes to complete the extraction of the sensitive information in the man I was dancing with's pocket. But he looked so nice and a small part of me felt bad about what I was about to do to him.

Would his country hang him or perform other such atrocities if he returns without the information he currently had on hand???

My thoughts swirled through my head as I struggled to maintain focus, dance rhythm, and a trusting smile.

I give him a once over one more time and found it odd how this man could be a double agent. His description and physique did not match that of the one I see in the movies on Clark's TV at all!

Using my x-ray vision for the 5th time, I zero in on his jacket pocket to 100% completely make sure I totally had seen it in there.

Yup. It's in there alright.

So were his car keys, an insurance brochure, and...a grenade.

I mentally tried my best not to freeze when I saw it, but then I look further down and saw a handgun fitted at the back of his pants too.

The man may look sweet and harmless, but he was armed to the teeth. Looking further down there seem to be several hidden blades on his body as well! What the heck???

A curved dagger was hidden in his boot and a swiss army knife shoved up his sleeve.

How was he able to dance so effortlessly all night without impaling or murdering someone???

But the heavily armed man aside, who was impressively slow dancing me by the way, I had very bigger issues to worry about.

The grenade in his pocket seemed to be tied to the letter I was supposed to swipe from him.

Fuck!

Was that why Dick wanted me to do this?

Anyone with decently sufficient pickpocketing skills could've swiped this. And I highly doubt Dick wasn't well versed and good at that.

But only someone who could actually SEE through clothing beyond just high-tech gadgetry would be able to SEE the incoming danger.

Dick did presume that swiping the info would be too easy and suspected that trickery would be afoot?

Well he was right, if that be the case. And now I had several more things to worry about instead!

I'd be clearly risking civilian lives if I swipe the letter from him.

But I'd also be risking God knows what if I failed to do so.

Dear God, what do I do!?!?

The sound of the next shift in dance partners started to play as the current song began to fade out and the next one softly ebbed in.

Shit, shit shit!

What do I do!?!?

With pure white-hot panic seizing control of my entire body...I made my move purely on instinct alone.

I used super speed to swipe the grenade into my mouth and tuck the document under my huge plump of skirt as the song ended and I was twirled to my next dance partner.

My motion of hiding the package under my skirt was sufficiently hidden by the twirl of my skirt and the fast blur motion of my super speed made everything look like an elaborate sway of my extravagant skirt to the dance.

The small string attaching the document to the grenade was severed when I lodged the explosive in my mouth and currently held it down to stop it from exploding by clamping my mouth down shut.

My jaw shook as not only did I fear for my life because I wasn't sure if Kryptonians were indestructible on the inside, but also, more importantly, I shook from the sheer adrenaline that I actually freaking pulled it off!!!

I was only half paying attention when my body slammed into my next dance partner. I took a moment to readjust myself and especially the bomb in my mouth with my tongue before looking up at my next dance partner.

Bruce.

Ah, nuts.

"We're you successfully able to extract the information?" The all too familiar "Batman" gravelly came out of the Billionaire Bruce Wayne's face. Disillusioning me and shattering my reality even further.

I swiftly nod my head at his question and made a feeble, 'Mhmm' sound.

Bruce only gives me back a weird look and continues asking further questions.

"What is the state of the mission then? Do you have it on you or what? A simply nod does not suffice as an adequate response."

I wanted to scream at him to stop talking. To stop using Bruce Wayne's kind and charismatic face to say all the mean things I was all too familiar with Batman saying.

And also why was he such a good dancer!?

It took all my concentration just to keep up and not trip and fall and die plus kill everyone on the spot!

All these questions were seriously messing my head up and the grenade in my mouth was starting to get coated in saliva and I was starting to sweat.

"You know-" Bruce yanked back my attention to him. "If you weren't able to complete the mission, just say so. We were all watching and it did not seem like you did anything. Failure is not a foreign concept to us when it applies to you so please just be straightforward and tell us-"

All words died in Bruce's throat and the colour drained from his eyes and skin.

That was because I got tired of his demeaning lip service and tilted my head up to flash my teeth to him, then slowly pry it open with my tongue poised at the top of the grenade to hold it in place and stop it from blowing up to show to him.

A sound akin to that of a deflated bagpipe escaped Bruce's lungs as he swiftly sweeps me off the dance floor and covertly tapped something on his ear disguised as if he was brushing his hair back and rapid fire relayed something to someone on the other end of it.

He deposits me at the edge of an empty section of the dance floor and appears to go look for a place to sit down and compose himself when Dick apparated out of thin air next to me.

"Daddy Bruce said you got the goods?" Dick playful asks me when he got closer to me.

"Don't you dare ever fucking call me that again!" Bruce's voice could be heard protesting from a dark hidden corner.

Dick only cracks a smile as he looks back at me.

I silently stare back up at him and point toward the skirt of my dress and then give a thumbs up.

He gives me a weird look, as if not fully understanding what I was trying to say or communicate with him.

"What's wrong? Grenade got you tongue?" He shook his head as if the words coming out of his mouth was pure ludicrousy.

"Bruce was jibbering something about 'grenades' and 'mouths' but the old man was talking way too quickly for any of us to decipher."

If I was in a comedy movie, my comedic timing would've been considered impeccable as at that moment i feebly smile out him and revealed the grenade hidden in my mouth the same way I did to Bruce earlier. Only a little less chaotic and with a bit more sympathy.

"JESUS CHRIST!!!" Dick screeched at the top of his lungs.

But if anyone looked to find the source they'd be greeted with empty space because Dick whipped me away within the next second and we were already out a back kitchen door and dashing down a dark alley street behind Lex Corp away from the millions of cameras surrounding the building.

"Are Kryptonians invincible on the inside!?" Dick asked me next, mimicking my very thoughts from earlier.

"Uhmm nhomm" I tried to mumble the words 'I don't know' through the object lodge in my mouth.

"Ah, fuck fuck fuck! Don't say anything! Let's just move to a secure location to dispose of this thing!!" Dick said next, practically shoving me forward to move as quickly as possible.

It wasn't as easy of a thing to do in this extravagant ball gown. But at least he helped me pick up the massive gown where he could and helped me make our way to an abandoned upscale Metropolis park and we hid between the dense foliage of high grass, bushes, and trees.

I'd been holding the grenade in my mouth so long that drool began to pool and dribble out of my mouth because I'd been too afraid to swallow my own spit for several rational and irrational fears.

"Okay, the coast is clear," Dick said to me scanning the perimeter with his eyes and devices. Particularly the one on his wrist.

"Fly straight up and huck your most explosive loogie!" He cried out to me as I already began to ascend to the heavens, bright blue ball gown swaying in the chilly night air, shimmering material blending in with the stars of the deep blue night sky.

Aiming into the vast emptiness of space, I push all my strength into my tongue, shot it straight to the back of my throat and fired all my accumulated spit as hard as I can, carrying the grenade far into the stratosphere and exploding with a swiftness I was not expecting.

The blast caught me off and knocked me back down to earth.

I was able to regain control of my flight path back down but Dick still had his arms open to catch me as I crash into the trees unable to fully stop.

The boy must have really strong legs because he was able to catch my fall with relative ease and not buckle too much at all. Mans was strong and it was always a pleasant surprise to be reminded of that.

Instead of standing back straight up and placing me back upright on my feet, Dick pulls us down into the earthy smelling grass below, further hiding us from the world.

He held me close, hugging me to his chest. I didn't know how to respond to this so I just let it happen. Soaking up the moment as best I could.

I then feel a soft fabric grace the corner of my lips.

"We can't have such a pretty thing go around looking like that, can we?"

It was then I realized that my face must've been covered in leaking drool and Dick was wiping it off with his blue handkerchief that I was admiring earlier.

My face flushes bright red but that didn't stop Dick in the slightest from finishing cleaning me up further.

He brights the fabric back to his other palm and folds it in half, exposing a clear section and bringing it up to my eyes.

What? Why???

The question died in my head as I felt moisture touch my skin after the fabric touched my face to absorb it.

"I was...crying?" I unknowingly voice out loud.

Dick just nods softly back at me.

I look down at myself, and sure enough, I was shaking all over like a leaf in a violent wind.

"You're body must finally be processing the shock of what just happened. You were probably more scared than even you realized.

Still looking down at myself, I tried to breathe out a calming breath but all that comes out instead is hysterical laughter.

Arms come around me again to enclose me in a tight hug and I swiftly feel myself calming down rapidly.

Dick leans back down on a bed of budding roses for support, taking me with him, and lays me down on his chest and he soothingly strokes my head to calm me.

How utter romantic was this?

Too bad it was hopelessly platonic.

It had to be.

There were no other options available.

Once my heart rate came back down to being considered close to something normal, Dick spoke up again.

"I know this is horrible timing to bring this up, but I still gotta ask."

I brace my body for the impact of the inevitable question.

"What's going on with your budding relationship with Lex Luthor?"