Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to DC/Time 
Warner. I am not intending to infringe on any copyrights. 

This takes place after JLA/Titans #3. This is one of those weird stories that came 
to me when I was listening to the Xena: Lyre, Lyre soundtrack song Dancing in 
the Moonlight. :::shrugs::: go figure. 

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Strip Tease 
by Kristina

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Summary: Nightwing proves he is quite the dancer. 



Roy Harper was in his element. When it came to making Dick Grayson, aka 
Nightwing, suffer, he was the King. Nightwing sat across from him at a small 
table at Warriors, a faint blush tainting his normally controlled demeanor. 

Roy, also known as Arsenal sat back in his chair, making the front legs raise in 
the air and propped his booted feet up on the table. He gave Nightwing a 
Cheshire-cat grin. “You can’t do it,” he smirked at his comrade. 

Nightwing stared back at him, his blue eyes narrowing to slits beneath the 
opaque lenses of his mask. 
“I can too!” he replied, confidently. 

Arsenal shook his head. “No you can’t. You don’t have the balls.”

Nightwing rose to his feet and leaned over the table, nose to nose with Arsenal. 
“Try me.” His voice came out in a low growl. 

“Alright!” Arsenal swirled around in his chair, nearly tipping it over. “Hey G.L.!” he 
screamed into the crowded room. “Come here!”

Nightwing shook his head and smiled grimly. This was certainly going to be 
interesting. 

Kyle Rayner, aka Green Lantern, ambled over to the two Titans. “What’s up bow 
boy?” he fixed Arsenal with a questioning look. Roy grinned at the Emerald 
Knight. 

“I need you to make a big stage with a killer stereo system right there,” Arsenal 
pointed to the middle of the floor. 

G.L. raised an eyebrow. “Do you mind if I ask what for?”

Arsenal grinned again. “Its called Truth or Dare greenie. ‘Wingster here owes me 
a dare and he’s gotta pony up.”

“I don’t think I want to know,” G.L. shook his head. “Okay, but give me a minute.”

“No problemo.” Arsenal then let out another yell. “Flash!”

A couple of heroes turned around in their seats and fixed Arsenal with icy glares. 
The Scarlet Speedster zipped over to the trio faster than you could say 
‘humiliation’.

“What’s up?” Wally West asked as he skidded to a halt. Roy flashed another grin. 

“I need you to set Robbie here up with some clothes, Fleetfeet. Here’s what 
we’re planning…” Arsenal leaned in close to whisper in the Flash’s ear. Flash 
grinned. 

“No problem, Speedy!”

Roy sighed. “Just do it will ya!”

In less than a second Nightwing’s black and blue costume was transformed into 
tight blue jeans, a skintight black T-shirt, and a buttoned up flannel. His mask 
was settled firmly in place. 

Dick took a moment and evaluated himself while Green Lantern followed 
Arsenal’s orders. He was not looking forward to this. Not at all. 

“Attention everybody!” Arsenal stood up on his chair and cupped his hands over 
his mouth. “Can I have your attention please!”

Everyone turned to stare at him. 

“As a result of a dare, Nightwing here is going to treat all you lovely ladies to a 
very special show indeed. Bring it on ‘Wingster!”

The blush still evident on his cheeks, Nightwing walked up to the large platform 
Green Lantern had set up in the middle of the room. He jumped on top of it and 
stood uncertainly in the middle while Arsenal set up the music. All eyes were on 
him. 

Soon the slow notes of ‘I’m too sexy’ filtered through the room and Nightwing 
shook his head, a bemused smile on his face. 

Automatically his hips began swaying to the beat. Several costumed females 
were gathered at the stage, watching his hips pulse in rhythmic beat. More 
females quickly gathered as Dick began to slowly unbutton the flannel. A few 
catcalls made themselves heard over the music. 

As he undid the next button on the flannel, Nightwing felt himself get into it and 
shook his hips Elvis style. Flamebird screamed with pleasure and pressed herself 
up against the stage. Even Starfire was watching with wide, interested eyes. 

The flannel was soon off and Dick flung it into the crowd. Flamebird quickly 
shoved others out of the way and latched herself firmly onto the material. 
Nightwing smiled sexily at them as he inch by inch, hiked the skintight shirt up his 
chest, revealing his well toned pectoral area. 

The heroines gathered around the platform in swarms, ogling and making 
catcalls. Dick spotted Huntress and winked at her, tossing her his shirt. She 
caught it easily and smiled. 

The crowd was going wild as Dick shimmied, hips swaying while he slowly 
unbuckled the belt. 

“Take it off!” someone yelled. Nightwing flashed another grin, lavishing in the 
attention while Arsenal stood off to one side, mouth open agape. 

With a flourish, Nightwing pulled off his belt, dropped it to the ground, and 
unbuttoned his jeans. Then winking and shaking a finger as if to say ‘no, no’, he 
rebuttoned them and walked off the stage. 

Dick patted Roy on the shoulder and winked at him. He walked away chuckling, 
leaving Arsenal to stare at his retreating back. 

*****

The small computer Dick kept in his bedroom hummed to life as Barbara 
Gordon’s pretty face appeared on the screen. She smiled at Dick’s sleeping form. 

“Dick Grayson, it is 5 a.m. and this is your wake up call,” she yelled through the 
speakers. Dick woke up with a jolt. 

“Huh…Babs?” he sat up blearily, rubbing his eyes. “What do you want?” he 
yawned. 

“I just heard about your little…spectacle,” she winked at him. Dick blushed. 

“Let me explain…” Dick began, but was quickly interrupted. 

“I only have one thing to say, Dick.”

Dick closed his eyes, waiting for it to come. 

“Do you do private parties?”

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The End