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incoming transmission ... :: from @yjstce / conner kent: [text] β¦The least you could do is answer, wtf. more texts for you bitches || accepting!
[ π² β’ β’ monkey boy ]: I'M BUSY
[ π² β’ β’ monkey boy ]: wth conner. can't this wait?
Six minutes later.
[ π² β’ β’ monkey boy ]: has something happened?
β Kaldur has betrayed me. β
incoming transmission ... :: from @yjstce / cameron mahkent: [text] The truth is Iβm not over you. more texts for you bitches || accepting!
The incoming chime was an ordinary one. But the message that arrives alongside it is not. Artemis had picked up her phone, expecting either a reply from Raquel or to be called in for another mission at the Cave. But the sharp intake of breath proves that those expectations were quickly moot.
Artemis furiously begins to type back.
[ π² β’ β’ jack frost ] what the fuck is that supposed to
She hits send before she means to. She grits her teeth in frustration and begins to type again. It had been a while since she had spoken to Cameron, but after coming across each other only a few nights ago must have triggered something for him. It had certainly dropped her smile from her face. There is a silent peace she feels when she is with the team, but Cameron had always been able to pierce and slash through her thoughts since they were children. He froze them over.
Her skin starts to prick as though she can feel his frost.
She decides to quickly pull on a zip-up jacket. She is just cold because of the Gotham air.
Artemis starts to type again, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she watches her thumbs form the words. They are quick, and the messages are sent to the receiver in quick succession.
[ π² β’ β’ jack frost ] i asked you.
[ π² β’ β’ jack frost ] and NOW you answer me?
[ π² β’ β’ jack frost ] why now, cam?
incoming transmission ... :: from @yjstce / bart allen: β you can ask me anything you want. i promise i'll answer truthfully except the things i feel like lying about. β // Bart being a lil shit for muses getting to know each other || accepting!
This kid could be as infuriating as his cousin. The wide smile that actually seemed to reach his eyes this time (his right side seemed to go higher than his left, just like Wally), green irises that twinkled with mischief.
She had only known him for a short period, but because he was family, he had invaded not only her living space but her life. She was suddenly buying twice as many groceries in case he came over, and poor Brucely would have to be kept close because Bart didn't seem to know how to behave around dogs. Even with her grievances for the annoying little shit, he had somehow still wormed his way into her heart.
So, she makes the effort.
Or wants to, until he says such something like that to Artemis. She has never been great at controlling her temper. But she still only raises an eyebrow.
β You know that entire second sentence functions as an oxymoron, right? DIdn't they tell you not to twist your language like that in school? β Artemis asks. She goes back to chopping the vegetables she had been preparing for dinner. β What can you tell us? It's 50 years in the future, right? Are you gonna tell me that Wally and I are chasing after our grandchildren who have his powers? That Wally is still struggling to retire from the League at 71 years old? β
She can't help but smile at her own thoughts. The idea of getting married and having a family... God, she wants that so bad.
She knows there is more to it than that, so she puts the knife down for a moment and looks back at him.
β You're gonna lie no matter what we ask. You should tell us what we need to know and leave it at that. It's gonna come out anyway. You're back to change something. β
She glances at the cutting board again. β By the way, are you staying for dinner? I have enough for the both of you stomach gremlins. β
incoming transmission ... :: from @yjstce / kaldur'ahm: β i could keep you safe. theyβre all afraid of me. β // but what if in their s2 undercover era unprompted || always accepting.
Artemis can't help but glance around her. Her senses are constantly on high alert, leaving her teeth on edge. She hasn't been this paranoid since before she joined the Team. She hates being in the thick of all thisβleaving Wally behind, abandoning her mom and newfound niece, throwing herself into something to prevent on oncoming war. But Kaldur had needed help. No ones knew the Shadows, no one knew how to behave like one, as well as she does.
She lets her well-worn sneer drop for a moment. That was Tigress's face, not Artemis's. β I'm here to watch your back, β she replies, voice hushed. She knows that Kaldur is trying to be as reassuring as he can in their predicament, but he needs her support just as much as she needs right now. She hates taking away his focus. β I can handle Jr. and the Terror Twins. No one knows me down here. β
She squeezes his hand like she would when they were still kids. Whether it's to convince him or her blonde beneath the stranger... She isn't sure anymore.
They can do this. They're all this deep, literally, they only had to act the part and survive.
β I'm in this with you. I'm good, I promise. β
No she isn'tβnot really. But Artemis has become well-versed in the art of pretending.
β³ β s.c. @yjstce / bart allen.
β You're not the only one whose done things they regret, β Artemis admits with a sigh as she leans back. Her weight is leaning on one hip and there is a couple of pops as she squeezes her hands into firsts. β I did things that I'm not proud of. I watched people die and let it happen over and over... Just to survive. All because my dad traded my freedom for more power inside the League of Shadows. So I get it. β
incoming transmission ... :: from @yjstce / cameron mahkent: β so, you wanna, like β¦ be my valentine ? or we could just kiss . β valentine's day || accepting.
β Is that how you're asking people out now? β Artemis asks, the smirk pulling at the corners of her lips. It settles as though it's the most natural thing in the world for her, and she deliberately allows her eyes to rake up and down his form.
Who is she if she doesn't make the guy sweat a little? Even with his freezing powers.
β Maybe we could make something work. β
incoming transmission ... :: from @yjstce / bart allen. Can I have 35 bucks because itβs almost Christmas and stuff ?? unprompted || always accepting.
Artemis pauses. She looks down at yet another bill labelled with her name and flips it over, glancing over at the speedster when she reads the return address. Electricity bill.
She puts it to the bottom of the pile and continues her cycle-through.
β That's a specific number, β she says, laying them down when she's done. She reaches back for the electricity and sits herself down at the dining table where her laptop is already open. She logs into her account with the paper decide her. She really needs to subscribe to digital notices instead.
β Isn't that something people usually ask their grandparents for? β She looks at him from over the computer screen. β Call it a 'maybe'. Tell me more. I'm not made of money, B. β
Still, there's a small smile that peeks at the corner of her mouth. It's sweet that he had come to her.
