A/N: Woah, hey friends! I'm back with a brand new crack filled (I think) chapter! I'm sorry its taking me forever to update, but the internet connection where I'm staying at the moment is absolutely terrible! So its been difficult, but I've managed.

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Disclaimer: Do I even still need to do one of these? I think we've all established I'll never own Young Justice or any of the songs used.

Hips Don't Lie.

Typical of him to act like a total chicken and back out now. Rolling his eyes, the blond archer flicked the TV station over to the sports channel. "Barry, its your turn pal. We took an oath."

"Don't you understand? My life is at stake here! She'll kill me!"

"Who? Your wife, or the princess of Themyscira?" Ollie questioned with a knowing smirk, not taking his eyes off the basketball game.

"Oh God, both!" Barry cried as he began pacing the room so fast, Ollie thought he was going to start burning a hole in the flooring. Suddenly, the speedster can to an abrupt stop, his bottle green eyes so wide, the whites of his eyes were completely visible. Fear twisted his normally cheerful expression. "Crap! Maybe even Bats might take a swing!"

The basketball game now long forgotten (nothing interesting had happened, anyway), Ollie puffed up the pillow beside him and wedged it behind his back. "Or two," he chirped, cracking a grin. His best friend's distress was being blown way out of proportion, and it amused him to no end.

"Dude, not helping," Barry seethed.

Shrugging off the heated glare he was being given, the blond archer leaned back into the couch, kicked up his feet onto the small table and closed his eyes. "Whatever. You still have to do it. Besides, its not like you're going to be alone, I'll be there as backup. Unless you really want to be beaten by a bunch of kids."

He seemed to considered this for a moment, then heaved a sigh of defeat. "Fine! I'll do it."

"That's my boy," Ollie didn't look up at the speedster, but he guessed right now he'd be pouting. Folding his arms behind his head to get more comfortable, a corner of his mouth tipped up. "Now, you go out there and shake those feminine hips, and make your momma proud."

Swallowing back bile, Barry pushed his fear to one side and slowly entered the Watchtower's training room, tugging awkwardly at the scarlet sarong-like material barely covering up his genitalia.

He'd already made sure the coast was clear, and apart from Captain Atom roaming about the Lab and Hal in the group showers, no one else was around to see what was about to go down.

Or his imminent death.

Peering around the wall hiding him from the Amazonian's view, he found the raven haired woman performing a series of skillful moves on a poor, defenceless dummy, occasionally using the golden lasso attached to the belt at her hip and shredding the doll of an arm or a leg.

That could be him in less than five minutes.

Barry fought back the sudden urge to bolt and took one more glance down at his attire. The bright golden beads embellishing the deep red fitted bra hugging his chest winked up at him, almost mockingly. His gaze travelled further down to his exposed stomach, then the surprisingly heavy bronze belt attached firmly to his hips. He winced when his eyes finally landed on the extremely shorter version of his chiffon skirt riveting down his legs like water, ending half way up his thighs that had crossed the borderline of being indecent.

Ollie conveniently left the minor detail of him wearing a bedlah out of the little pep talk earlier.

Jheez, wasn't it bad enough he had to dance and sing, plus risk the possibility of having his ass handed to him by a woman who has as much strength as Superman, maybe even more?

But to dress his male pride in extremely feminine clothing, and proceed to set fire to it, then practically taking a piss on what's left of its pathetic ashes was taking it a bit too far.

And Ollie was going to pay.

"How's everything on your end, darlin'?" Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.

"Well, considering I'm not dead yet, I'd say I'm just fine and dandy!" Barry whispered heatedly as he pressed the com in his ear.

The laugh he received in return only spiked his anger. "I really hate you right now." Was all he could conjure up for an insult. Nice one.

"Listen, I'm now in the control room, so I'm ready when you are."

Muttering several insults that the blond archer couldn't hear, Barry inhaled a deep, somewhat calming breath as he stepped out into the open. Heart pounding unnaturally fast, even for a speedster, he gave Ollie the cueing signal from one of the cameras attached to the wall mirroring the entrance.

At the jerky beat of the music, Diana spun around, the lighting casting a sheen of sweat over her temple and neck. "What the-" her eyes widened, utter shock and slight disbelief shone when the two cerulean orbs landed on his form.

"Barry? What in the Goddesses' name are you wearing?"

Clearing his throat, he began swaying his hips lightly, arms suspended carelessly in the air to help with his performance.

That's when Ollie's choked voice came though the speakers at every corner, drowning out the heroine's confused questions.

"I never really knew that she could dance like this

She make a man want to speak Spanish

Como se llama? Bonita, mi casa, su casa

Shakira, Shakira."

Barry grit his teeth at the echo of laughter that managed to reverberate though his very soul as he slowly dropped to the floor, and back up. Hips moving in perfect sync with the music all the while.

"Oh baby when you talk like that

You make a woman go mad

So be wise and keep on

Reading the signs of my body,"

The princess in front of him merely stood still, her demeanour retaining surprise. Her arms flaccid at her sides, mouth agape in bewilderment. Clearly she'd never seen a man belly dance before. Barry continued singing as he inched his way closer to her.

"And I'm on tonight

You know my hips don't lie

And I'm starting to feel it's right

All the attraction, the tension

Don't you see baby, this is perfection."

"Holy fuck, I think I'm crying!" Ollie interrupted, his voice ringing through the music. The chuckles that followed suit seemed never ending.

The blond archer finally managed to get a hold of himself and muttered a fake apology, obviously noticing Barry's scowl and began singing.

"Hey girl, I can see your body moving

And it's driving me crazy

And I didn't have the slightest idea

Until I saw you dancing,"

Diana whipped her head up to face a camera in the corner of the room by the door at the opposite side of the room and glared. "Oliver, you better stop this at once. I'm too tired for either of your shit."

"Why, such foul words should never pass a ladies lips!" Ollie said in mock horror. He ignored the way her eyes narrowed, making it near enough impossible to see her striking sapphire eyes, and started jiggling around in his seat, unable to keep still from the rhythmic beat.

"And when you walk up on the dance floor

Nobody cannot ignore the way you move your body, girl

And everything's so unexpected, the way you right and left it

So you can keep on taking it."

Ignoring Diana's look of unadulterated horror as she turned back to face him, Barry continued swivelling his hips, flicking his head, imagining a golden halo of hair splayed out around his shoulders.

"Just when you think you've seen it all," the dark haired woman muttered. She then sighed wearily, rubbing her temples with an expression that could only reflect inner torment. "Look, Barry, this has gone far enough..."

Daringly, the scarlet speedster bumped his hip against hers, pausing her mid sentence. She rolled her eyes when he waggled his eyebrows, trying his best to dance enticingly as he picked up from where Ollie left off.

"Oh boy, I can see your body moving

Half animal, half man

I don't, don't really know what I'm doing

But you seem to have a plan,"

Trailing his hands down his own body, Barry had the audacity to wink at Diana, which only seemed to stoke the fire smouldering in her fierce expression. Why she hadn't pummelled him into the ground was a real mystery to himself. Not that he was complaining or anything. He liked living just as much as the next person.

The princess groaned, clutching either side of her head as she tried to block out his off tune singing. Barry didn't feel bad for her, he knew it wasn't a move done in pain, just irritation.

"My will and self-restraint

Have come to fail now, fail now

See, I'm doing what I can, but I can't so you know

That's a bit too hard to explain."

Barry hummed the beginning tune of the chorus music as he let go. Feet pattering against the blue training mat, arms swinging around lightly in a form of dance, 'accidentally blocking Diana's path everytime she tried to reach the door.

"Señorita, feel the conga

Let me see you move like you come from Colombia,"

Ollie sounded like he was having a wail of a time which only irritated Barry further. Yeah, he bet that ass was laughing like the Joker on crack, seeing as he didn't have to dress up like a woman! All he'd done was played music, and been back up boy!

I'm on tonight, my hips don't lie

And I'm starting to feel you boy

Come on let's go, real slow

Baby, like this is perfecto

His stomach muscles stretched taut at his continuous movement, that was starting to ache seeing as he had no fat to help ease the cramping sensations. Linking his hands together over his head, Barry began shimmying the lower part of his body from side to side, causing the mix of gold and bronze jewellery encasing his neck and wrists to jangle and the dangling beads on his bra and skirt swishing and flying around uncontrollably at his movement.

"Oh, you know I'm on tonight and my hips don't lie

And I'm starting to feel it's right

The attraction, the tension

Baby, like this is perfection."

The self restrain she was sporting suddenly snapped. He could tell from the sinister gleam in her eyes. Just when she finally lunged for him, the speedster flit out of the room before she could wrap her hands around his neck. Her promises of endless pain echoed behind him as he sped down the maze like corridors.

Iris smiled inwardly to herself as she pictured the look on her husbands face the minute he got home and found the little note she'd left plastered to the refrigerator using one of the many small magnets she collected.

Knocking on the humungous doors of Oliver Queen's mansion that only seemed to loom over her, making her feel smaller than usual, her smile broadened when her friend gestured her in with a wave of her hand.

"Got everything you need?" Dinah finally asked as the redhead shredded off her jacket and hung it over the golden coat peg in the grant foyer.

Stepping aside to show off the two fairly large suitcases crammed to the brim with clothes, Iris stared at her incredulously as if the answer was obvious. "Um, of course I do! How can I pass up an opportunity to go on vacation to Greece for two whole weeks?"

Dinah smiled at the uncontained excitement radiating out of her voice. She helped Iris with her luggage so that it was all stacked neatly next to her own beside the door, and gave the older woman a mug of milky cocoa.

Once both women were curled under the feather soft comforter on the pull out bed, Iris took a long sip of her hot beverage and turned to face the blonde heroine with an impish grin.

"Are we really going to do this?"

Recuperating the look, Dinah nodded a little too eagerly. Her moves childish. "Uh-huh. Just think about it, this time tomorrow, we'll be out touring all the historic monuments that Greece has to offer."

"And the men," Iris added dreamily, yet, both of them knew she would never love anyone other than Barry Allen. Though, there was certainly no harm in looking.

They both laughed, which then turned into girlish squeals as they continued to talk about the hours they were going to spend on the beach, which then made the red headed woman drop a small comment on how she was going to pretend to drown so that one of the hunky lifeguards had to save her.

Song: Hips Don't Lie - Shakira

E/N: So many suggestions for future chapters has certainly been overwhelming. There have been plenty of brilliant ideas, its gonna be hard to plan out for other chapters :/ Despite that, I'll try my best to make everyone happy!

P.S. I bet the image of Barry in a belly dancing costume will forever be burned inside your brain :D