Goddess Of The Hunt

I'm Artemis. A pro with arrows and a bow. Go ahead, ask me anything you want, but don't get smart with me! M!A: None ((Part of the Asterous RP group-Link to the right- Please read about for further info))

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Not by a Longshot || @archergirlingreen

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“Seems a bit far for you to go all my yourself,” Roy observed bluntly, but he dropped it with that. If Green Arrow were around, he’d have known by now. Since he wasn’t, he’d might as well take the blessing and move on.

Meanwhile, Artemis looked… Maybe not angry, but certainly annoyed at the very least. He wondered if it was directed toward him or whatever reason that had brought her there. But he easily recognized that glint in her eye — it was that hurt pride look that he  found himself wearing more than he’d have liked to admit lately. A bit suspicious, but whatever. At least she was finally putting her bow away.

And imagine that, she was here on a lead; the same one as him. It was almost touching. “Sounds about right,” he confirmed, nodding slightly. “Stripped and bare, down to the last bit of wire. Whoever was stationed here knew how to cover their tracks.” he paused, analyzing her. The female archer seemed to, what, know something that he didn’t? Somewhere along those lines. The softest hint of suspicion crept into his voice as he spoke again. “I don’t suppose you saw anything. Since, by the looks of it, you got here before I did.”

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Artemis just shrugged. If the lead was interesting enough and she had time on her hands, there wasn't anywhere she wouldn't travel to check it out. Thankfully, Roy made no further comments. Maybe he was finally accepting the fact that no, Green Arrow wasn't lurking in the shadows, waiting to jump him so they could chat. 

The blonde could see how Red Arrow was fixing her with an almost scrutinizing stare, even in the dark lit space. She tried her best to keep her face passive, shoving down her building annoyance. Hoping to not give away anything. The fingers wrapped around her bow flexed slightly as her head continued to pound. She briefly wondered whether or not the blow had managed to draw blood but while she was still standing upright, there was time to check for any damage later on. 

Artemis nodded in agreement to his words. If she hadn't seen it herself, she would have believed that the lead just might have been false. There was nothing left. Gray eyes had distractedly been scanning the warehouse but they snapped back to the other archer's face when he spoke again. She watched him with narrowed eyes, the suspicion that was evident in his voice easily getting under her skin. It also helped to fuel the guilt she was trying to smother. Her mind raced as she thought about the pros and cons of lying. Her history with lying was a colorful one indeed and whenever she bent the truth, it almost always ended badly for her. 

The response Roy was expecting was already too late; any lie she put forth from here would quickly be caught onto. So the truth it was. "They were here," she started, keeping her voice level. It was almost loud enough to echo throughout the large space. "I was planning on calling for back up; planning on letting someone know." A bit of a white lie, since she had been planning on sneaking around for a while longer, gathering a bit of intel. "Someone snuck up on me," she admitted bitterly, her jaw tensing and her grip on the bow tightening. "Didn't regain consciousness until I heard you skittering around. By then, as you know, they were gone."

[itsjustonebullet]

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“Lagoon Boy. You’re friends with my Angelfish?”

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"I've never heard of a... Lagoon Boy. And what's an angelfish?"

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"Uhm..." Artemis looked the stranger up and down, offering a hesitant half-smile that ended up resembling a grimace with the way her eyebrows were furrowed. "Who are you supposed to be?"

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Artemis' eyes narrowed slightly as she regarded the girl. "And you are?" she asked, slight suspicion lacing her words.

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Hold Your Breath And Count To Ten

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Artemis tried her damnedest to ignore the speedster where he stood, standing like a sassy model with the way his hip was jutting out, but it got rather hard when the cotton was ripped from her hands. She practically growled at Wally as a hand shot out to retrieve her cotton. She frowned deeply when he tried to reason with her, eyes narrowing. Once he started the dramatic act, Artemis picked up another piece of cotton, throwing it at his head.

“I may be wounded but I can still kick your ass, West. Don’t tempt me,” she threatened. Gradually, she lowered her outreached hand. Wally might be really annoying at times (read, always) but he really did look like he wanted to help. With a sigh, her hand dropped onto the thin mattress of the hospital bed and she sighed.

“I don’t see why you’re so anxious to be all helpful all of a sudden but, whatever. You can help. With one condition.” Artemis gave him a hard stare. “Stop looking at me like I’m some puppy with a broken leg. Pity doesn’t suit you,” she said, mouth twisting into a small grimace before she sighed again. “Alright then, genius. Feel free to show off your astonishing medical skills.”

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“Yeah, yeah; kick my ass. Sure Arty, just hold still.” Wally replied with a roll of his eyes as he batted away the extra cotton ball that was hurled at him. Did she have to be so difficult? Like, was that honestly necessary? All he was doing was trying to help. Friends helped other friends out all the time. He did it with the rest of the team, so why was it so hard to assist Artemis? It’s her dumb pride that gets in the way, that’s what…

“You’re hurt,” Wally stated simply, as if the very fact that he had to provide an explanation was idiotic. “Why wouldn’t I help you? And I think you need to learn the difference between ‘pity’ and concern, babe.” And with that, he knelt down once more beside her calf; swabbing the cotton ball in more disinfectant then gently pressed it to the wound.

The speedster tried his damndest to take this slow and easy, as opposed to moping up the blood at super speed and risking further injuring the archer. It was hard for him to refrain from rushing through the job, but somehow he managed to keep a slow and steady pace as he trailed the ball of cotton up and down the deep slash; occasionally wiping away any excess blood with a cloth. “How ya holdin’ up?” He asked as casually as possibly (Obviously if he made too big a deal out of it, he’d get some snarky quip in response instead of a genuine answer) while keeping his eyes fixated on the task at hand. 

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Artemis could tell that Wally was getting annoyed -he was doing that thing with his face that meant he was internally judging her attitude- but she didn't care. Frankly, if he'd have thrown his hands up in defeat and stalked out of here, it would have been fine by her. But he trudged on and she still wasn't sure why. It wasn't just her pride speaking when she'd said she could have handled it; she'd done so many times before so in theory, his help was unnecessary. 

Her eyes rolled at his statement but she kept her remarks to herself. Why wouldn't he help? Because they had a mutual agreement of tossing insults and snarky comments at each other practically every waking moment, that's why. But she said none of that aloud. "And you need to learn to pick your nicknames more wisely," Artemis warned but it was halfhearted at best. She was tired and, although she'd never, ever admit to it, kinda glad that she didn't have to struggle with the wound herself.

At the first swab of cotton against the gash, the archer bit down on her lip, directing her attention to the ceiling as the burn seemed to spread up her leg. Wally's work was surprisingly unbrash and for that she was thankful. She barely had it in her to kick him in the face if he made things worse. But his movements continued to be smooth and she felt her clenched jaw relax slightly as the disinfectant's sting started to lessen.

She let out a short laugh at his question but against all odds, it wasn't aimed to show distaste. It was just slightly sarcastic. "Peachy," Artemis replied sarcastically through slightly gritted teeth before she let out a short sigh. "But it could be worse." The 'thank you' lingered on her tongue but that's as far as it got.

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Not by a Longshot || @archergirlingreen

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Not an ally? That was new. Sure, he wasn’t exactly calling himself a part of the Team (and certainly not the League) anymore, but nobody else had treated him like some risky middle ground. Then again, this was Artemis. She’d always been rather fiery.

Regardless, he opted to only raise an eyebrow at the first comment and chose to answer the second. Just her, huh? “Not particularly disappointed,” the redhead commented, “though I can’t imagine what you’re doing so far from home in his City without him.” Trust was hardly an issue for him anymore when it came to Artemis. The strong feelings of such he’d displayed before were largely Cadmus programming — once he’d realized that, he’d apologized and made sure to put as much of it behind him as he logically could. She’d done more than enough to prove herself to everybody. Any attitude he still displayed toward her (at least, any that was greater than what he showed to anyone else) was much more force of habit than it was actual animosity.

“I was checking up on a lead. A dead one.” A small twinge of resentment sparked across his features before vanishing as quickly as it had come. “Mind if I ask you the same thing?” If she was all the way out there without Green Arrow, then her reasons had to be that much more interesting.

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Artemis scoffed loudly at Roy's words, feeling annoyance start to build up. His city? What, she wasn't allowed out of Gotham if she wasn't trailing behind Green Arrow? Please. She'd been working solo missions here for quite a while, along with a few other places. If she caught whiff of a lead and the team was idle, she let her curiosity rule and went to check it out. She'd just been lucky enough to never run into anyone. Until now.

"I don't need Green Arrow to travel. Believe it or not but I'm not tied to Gotham when I'm working solo." Artemis' tone was snippy -maybe unnecessarily so- but her head hurt and the fact that she'd gotten sneaked up on in the first place had put a dent in her pride. So being pissed off towards Red Arrow it was.

So her hunch had been right; the other archer had come here on the same lead as her. But he'd been late. His briefly visible annoyance only fueled her own since it had most likely been her stupid mistake that had caused the Cadmus creeps to run off. Perfect. Of course, he repaid the favor of asking why she was here. Artemis finally released the bowstring completely, taking her time stuffing the arrow back into the quiver. Her bow she kept in her hand. "I think we were chasing the same lead," she answered simply, shifting her weight, taking on a more casual position from the defensive one she'd been in.

"Some shady Cadmus research branch?" Artemis pushed for confirmation, leaving out the fact that her lead hadn't been dead when she'd arrived. She'd just screwed it up.

[gothams-bird-boy]

Tricky: Our muses doing something sneaky

In and out. Something the two Gothamites were especially good at.

Stick to the shadows.

Scare any wandering eyes.

Just no confrontation.

Robin made a two fingered motion from himself to a stairwell about a hundred feet across the building, then directing her attention the motion lights above the stairs.

Nodding in agreement, Artemis knocked an arrow in her bow, eyes locking on her target.

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Not by a Longshot || @archergirlingreen

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Roy was moving swiftly yet silently between the crates and the wall, he could sense the other archer’s presence following him. Artemis. Green Arrow would have gone for the aerial view atop the crates rather than trying to sneak around, and he’d probably be trying to say something stupid — the guy had a knack for that. Besides, the figure he was briefly able to see silhouetted as it followed him into the cover of darkness was most certainly from the Team’s archer. But that still didn’t guarantee that Ollie wasn’t nearby, too.

But working so hard to avoid the new archer duo would certainly look obsessive and unnecessary. And he didn’t need to give anybody more reason to think they had to be worried about him and nag him even more. Might be better to swallow his pride and deal with the situation head-on. At least this once.

“Relax, Artemis.” He spoke, stepping back out and toward her. “I’m not the enemy.” His bow was lowered comfortably as he paused. “Though I assume you’ve got Green Arrow somewhere in tow, too.” Why would Artemis come all the way out to Star City if not to keep up her mentor-apprentice appearances with the JLA archer? Being there by herself seemed… Impractical. If she wasn’t, as he assumed, he might as well get the whole confrontation over with and be on his way sooner rather than later.

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Artemis had been just about ready to risk following the unknown man into the hiding of the crates when she heard a voice she recognized, speaking her name. As soon as the stranger stepped out, her nocked arrow was aimed to hit him straight between the eyes. That was, until she realized that it wasn't a stranger. It was Red Arrow. Her bow lowered slightly, now pointing to the floor, but she kept the string taut. Still cautious.

"But you're not an ally, either," Artemis shot back, gray eyes narrowing slightly as they flitted to his lowered bow. "Sorry to disappoint but it's just me this time." Why had the other archer been skittering around the crates if he'd obviously known it was either her or Ollie? Now that she thought about it, judging by the way her ''uncle'' had been talking about Red Arrow avoiding him, it made sense. He was so desperate to stay out of the older man's path that he had actually ducked for cover.

"Why are you here?" she asked, suspicion lacing her words. If he had the right to be untrusting towards her every time they spoke, Artemis wasn't going to do him any favors by playing nice in return. She figured his reason for being here was probably pretty similar to hers and if it was, Red Arrow was very late for the party. 

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Not by a Longshot || @archergirlingreen

Roy didn’t much like returning to Star City. Besides the whole potential of running into Green Arrow — who he really didn’t want to deal with at the moment — there was the sticking feeling that, while it had been his city, it shouldn’t have been. The memories he had of the place, real or not, should have belonged to the real Roy Harper rather than his knock-off replacement. The sights gave him a bit of a bitter taste in his mouth.

However, none of that was about to stop him from tracking a lead.

And, lucky him, he’d caught a tidbit of information that had brought his attention to his former ‘home base’ city. About a small, under-the-radar strictly research branch of Cadmus that may or may not have operated underground in the warehouse district. He doubted that there’d be anyone left hanging around, but it was definitely worth checking out. So, in the late hours of the night, he found it.

Just as the archer had suspected, the miniature complex in question was deserted. You could see faint traces of what looked like a quick evacuation, but the men behind it had been thorough. Despite an hour-long extensive search, there was nothing to work with.

Roy swore under his breath, wheeled around, and walked back out the door. He was almost too irritated to notice the arrow that whizzed by no more than thirty feet away. But he did, and wasted no time diving backwards into the pitch shadows of the buildings and large wooden crates. Damnit. If Green Arrow was there, with Roy’s luck he’d be spotted, despite how thick-skulled the guy could sometimes be. If it was Artemis — posing as his sidekick even when the three of them all knew that she lived in Gotham — then there was a slim chance she was here without her ‘mentor’. Either way, he didn’t particularly want to wait around long enough to find out. Keeping close between the crates and the wall, the redhead started putting distance between the him and the source of the arrow as he silently started to make his escape.

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Artemis' head was pounding when her eyes opened and on instinct, she clenched her hand, thankful to feel her bow in hand. As she slowly sat up, the room briefly shifted around her before her vision regained focus. The back of her head was beating along with her heart and she groaned quietly as she pieced together what had happened. 

She'd came here on a lead, one she'd found all by herself; something about an underground Cadmus project. Successfully, she'd snuck in, but apparently she hadn't been as covert as she'd attempted. While she'd been observing the operation from the small landing about 20 feet above the ground, someone had come up behind her and knocked her out. And know she was thoroughly pissed. 

A sound, almost like a mutter, caught Artemis' attention and she was quick to get to her feet, ignoring the pain lingering behind her eyes. The archer immediately spotted the silhouetted shape, a male, moving for the exit and she was quick to pull an arrow from her quiver. She nocked it and drew the string back. As soon as she released it, she knew the arrow would land for from it's intended target. Her eyes were apparently still recovering from the hit, making her vision a bit... well, double.

Whoever was creeping on the ground obviously noticed her failed shot as he ducked for cover. Artemis cursed under her breath, running to the edge of the landing, making swift work of climbing down the iron ladder. Once her feet hit the ground, she had an arrow prepared, eyes scanning the space for any movement. As she moved closer to the crates the unknown intruder had picked as a hiding place, she grew more alert, the string of her bow taut, her fingers whitening.

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Hold Your Breath And Count To Ten

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“Right, you obviously ‘got it’.” Wally replied monotonously as he straightened back up. Cocking a hip to the side, he crossed his arms over his chest as he watched as Artemis struggled (Rather pathetically, he might add) to simultaneously twist around to view her would while at the same time, reaching behind her to apply the disinfectant.

Ugh this was so like her. Not accepting help from anyone and therefore accomplishing absolutely nothing in the process. And people call me the idiot. 

A flash of pity shot across his features as he continued to watch her struggle, noticing her focused and pained face as she worked diligently and independently. There was no way he could just continue to stand here and do nothing to help her.  With a sigh he swiftly bent down and snatched the cotton swab from Artemis in one quick motion. Before she could object he quickly said, ”Just let me help you, alright? Come on, it’s not like it’s gonna kill ya. And no one has to know that the mighty, independent Artemis got,” He faked a shocked expression with an added gasp! for effect. “Help.”

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Artemis tried her damnedest to ignore the speedster where he stood, standing like a sassy model with the way his hip was jutting out, but it got rather hard when the cotton was ripped from her hands. She practically growled at Wally as a hand shot out to retrieve her cotton. She frowned deeply when he tried to reason with her, eyes narrowing. Once he started the dramatic act, Artemis picked up another piece of cotton, throwing it at his head.

"I may be wounded but I can still kick your ass, West. Don't tempt me," she threatened. Gradually, she lowered her outreached hand. Wally might be really annoying at times (read, always) but he really did look like he wanted to help. With a sigh, her hand dropped onto the thin mattress of the hospital bed and she sighed.

"I don't see why you're so anxious to be all helpful all of a sudden but, whatever. You can help. With one condition." Artemis gave him a hard stare. "Stop looking at me like I'm some puppy with a broken leg. Pity doesn't suit you," she said, mouth twisting into a small grimace before she sighed again. "Alright then, genius. Feel free to show off your astonishing medical skills."

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Nocturnal:Our muses up late at night

Beep. Wally's eyebrows furrowed in his sleep. What was that sound? Beep. A beat passed. Beep. It sounded awfully familiar but no matter how the speedster tried, he couldn't quite place it. He struggled to open his eyes, eyelids feeling like lead. They finally opened a crack and he groaned quietly as he took in his surroundings. He was in the hospital wing. Again. Perfect.

The room was dark and Wally started to shift, wondering whether he would be able to sit up. “Stop moving,” he heard someone mutter, successfully halting his movements. He wracked his sleep muddled to put a face to the voice, eyes widening slightly when he realized the owner. “Arty?” he rasped, clearing his throat when the words barely made it out.

The speedster could practically hear Artemis roll her eyes before a small light was turned on. Wally closed his eyes, scrunching up his face. He heard her scoff and slowly but surely, reopened his eyes. Once the blurriness receded he looked over at his teammate. She was sitting by his bedside on one of those plastic chairs that looked super uncomfortable, eyes focused on a textbook marked chemistry.

“You headbutted a concrete wall. It was pretty amusing to watch,” Artemis replied dryly, the tiny smirk tugging at her lips betraying her annoyance. “Don't laugh at my pain!” Wally exclaimed in offense, only earning a head shake from the archer. “Whatever.”

She reopened her book and Wally flopped back onto his back, sighing. Minutes passed in silence, save for the sound of pages being turned, before the speedster spoke up again. “Why are you here, though?” He pushed himself up in bed, watching Artemis internally groan.

“Because I thought I'd enjoy your unconscious state while it lasted,” Artemis replied sarcastically, Wally laughing dryly in response. But then she sighed, dogearing the page she was on and placing the book to the side. “Honestly? I couldn't sleep.”

Wally's eyebrows furrowed. “Sleep? What time is-” He glanced over at the clock before slowly turning his head back to Artemis. “Arty, why are you in my hospital room at half past 5 in the morning?”

“Because I couldn't sleep and I thought 'hmm, might as well keep the idiot company',” she replied honestly. Wally was slightly taken aback but didn't let it show, his lips instead tugging into a grin. “Aww, Arty, are you going soft on me?”

The archer's eyes narrowed. “Wally, I have no problem with beating a guy even though he's lying on a hospital bed.” The speedster's grin simply widened but he decided not to push his luck. Artemis might leave and even though she found him insufferable and the thought was mutual, he didn't really want to spend the rest of the night alone in the hospital wing.

Ten or so minutes passed, Artemis once more picking up her school book while Wally stared at the ceiling. “I'm bored,” he finally admitted, turning his head on the pillow to look at his teammate. “Congratulations,” was the reply he got. “Artemis, you said 'keep the handsome idiot company'. That includes keeping me not bored, right?”

Artemis sighed. “First of all, don't kid yourself. Secondly, how am I supposed to unbore you? We're in a hospital room and all I have is a chemistry notebook.”

Wally shrugged as best he could in his lying position. “Fine. Read to me.”

Artemis rolled her eyes. “Wally, it's almost 5 in the morning. I am not reading you my chemistry notes.” The speedster frowned. “Please? Pretty please? I won't call you Arty for a whole day?”

She mumbled something inaudible under her breath before sighing. “Whatever. You asked for it.” And so, she started reading up her messily written notes, Wally staring at the ceiling and listening intently. Somewhere around the quarter past six mark, Artemis dozed off, her chin hitting her chest as her eyes closed. Wally, half asleep, smiled before giving into the sleep pushing at the edges of his mind, the heavy breathing from his right side making the heart rate monitor a little less unnerving than it usually was. 

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accurate as  fuck

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Probably.

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Kid Flash takes a nap

Wally Rest

[dovenoire]

Robin builds a house

Brick Grayson

[the-redarrow]

Robin catches the flu

Sick Grayson

[clearshotshooter-blog]

Robin gained a few pounds

Thick Grayson

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Robin gets his tongue stuck to a flagpole

Lick Grayson

[archergirlingreen-blog]

Robin uses hairgel

Slick Grayson 

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Robin becomes neurotic.

Tick Grayson.

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Robin finds a booger

Pick Grayson

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Robin becomes a tap dancer.

Click Grayson.

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Robin starts practicing soccer

Kick Grayson

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Reckless:My muse does something dangerous for yours

A Monday. As per usual, nobody was overjoyed for school after the weekend but there was probably no one who was dreading it more than Artemis. Her shoulders were still aching from the team's last mission and the bags under her eyes had bags. And so she slowly walked through the school's hallways, people parting once her wave of 'get out of my way or I will punch you' hit them.

Before Artemis could even question what had happened, her eyes fell on yet another familiar face. The freshman. After the photograph incident and many, many more, she'd done a bit of research on the small kid. All she'd really learned was that he was practically the perfect student. But now, of course, there was a bit of blood on his knuckles that would surely drip into his perfect record. Just as the thought crossed her mind, the click-clack of heels could be heard echoing the walls of the hallway.

The students moved away as the vice principal stepped up. Artemis watched the freshman take a deep breath before opening his mouth. Before a word came out, she had stepped in the older woman's line of sight, putting on a nonchalant expression. “He made me mad,” she said simply, allowing herself to get ushered away by the seething lady. Right before she was practically shoved down another hallway, she glanced over her should to see the short guy smiling at her.

…

Dick was waiting patiently outside the principal's office, arms crossed and a small smirk on his face. He wondered just why Artemis had thrown herself into the fire, since in her mind, they didn't know each other in the slightest. The door opened and he heard a murmured 'thank you' before Artemis stepped out the door.

He gave her a wide but questioning smile, following her as she walked away. “You didn't get expelled, did you?” The blonde scoffed. “I got damn near close.” She picked up her pace but Dick was quick to match it. “Why'd you do it?”

Artemis spared him a small glance, a knowing smile appearing on her face before she turned her head away. His eyebrows furrowed and he walked a little faster, making it so that he was facing her and walking backwards. “You know?” he asked, one eyebrow still cocked. Artemis offered a sly smile. “Know what?”

Dick groaned, falling back into step with her. “How long?” Artemis shrugged. “Right before the vice principal slammed the door in my face. I'd recognize that smug smile anywhere. Now please don't go around punching anymore people because I may be good at talking myself out of trouble but two times is pushing it.” Smiling, she slung an arm around his shoulders, just because she could.

“Come on, I had a perfectly good reason for hitting him?”

“What was it?”

“He made me mad.”

[dovenoire]

Robin builds a house

Brick Grayson

[the-redarrow]

Robin catches the flu

Sick Grayson

[clearshotshooter-blog]

Robin gained a few pounds

Thick Grayson

[the-redarrow]

Robin gets his tongue stuck to a flagpole

Lick Grayson

[archergirlingreen-blog]

Robin uses hairgel

Slick Grayson