DISCLAIMER: If I owned Birds of Prey, it would still be ongoing.

I wrote this little scene as a way to blow off some stress over finals and AP exams. Almost out of the woods! Anyways, hope you enjoy.

"You want me to teach you to what?" Helena was staring at her younger 'sister' as if the girl had sprouted a second head, hand hovering mere inches from the television remote as she sat sprawled out on the couch.

"Oh, come on, Helena, I know you're good at it—you've bragged about it to me all the time," Dinah begged, clasping her hands in front of her and staring at the brunette with beseeching blue eyes. "And I've never done it before. Please?"

"You don't need to know that yet, you're way too young," Helena said dismissively, flicking her fingers. "Besides, I—"

"You told me you first learned at thirteen!" Dinah scowled and crossed her arms over her chest, and Helena had to hide a grin at the thought that the kid actually might have looked menacing if she wasn't so…indignant.

"So?" she asked languidly, stretching and knowing that that particular response was guaranteed to get a rise out of the younger girl.

"So that's so not fair!" Dinah sputtered. "You can't refuse to teach me when you've known how since you were younger than I am now! Come on, please? I'll buy you one of those big family-size boxes of Pop-Tarts that Barbara never will," she added temptingly. Helena gave the younger girl a grin.

"Now you're talking, Blondie. C'mere and let me show you how it's done."

"No, don't put your hands there. Ouch!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," came Dinah's nervous apology. "I'm new at this."

"Just take it easy, would you? Relax and let me lead."

"Slow down, you're going too fast!"

"Do you want me to teach you or not?" Helena asked in annoyance, looking down at Dinah and cocking an eyebrow.

"Well, yeah…"

"Then pipe down or you can forget the lesson. Now—"

"What are you two doing?!"

Both young women started in surprise as Barbara's furious voice rang out through the Clocktower. A second later, the redhead rolled into the room looking angry enough to spit nails only to stop and stare with unabashed confusion at the sight of her two charges.

"The kid wanted me to teach her to dance for some odd reason," Helena explained, dropping her hand from Dinah's waist and turning toward Barbara a curious look. "She bribed me with food, so I couldn't say no….Oh wow," she smirked wolfishly, comprehension crossing her features. "Did you think we were fu—?"

"Ew!" yelped Dinah, letting go of Helena's hand and leaping away from the brunette as a deep blush colored her cheeks. "Barbara! That's…ew!"

"I—no, of course not!" Barbara snapped indignantly, although the faint dusting of pink on her cheeks said otherwise. At this point Helena doubled over holding her stomach and laughing while Dinah looked like she wanted to beat her head against the nearest wall.

"Oh God," choked Helena, tears of mirth streaming down her face. "No offense, Dinah, but you're not really my type…I like older women," she smirked, giving Barbara a sultry grin. The redhead rolled her eyes and turned away, fighting not to let her two protégés see how mortified she was.

"Dinner's ready, you two."

"Good. I have quite an….appetite," Helena purred, following Barbara and not bothering to dodge the duly earned slap that her mentor gave. Dinah followed with her face still cherry red and vowing to never, ever ask the brunette to teach her anything again.