AN: This is a response to ChuChuMarshmallow's Song-Lyric Challenge, my prompt was Under the Sheets by Ellie Goulding.
DISCLAIMER: I Do Not Own Young Justice, Ellie Goulding's Lyrics or DC Comics.
Artemis thudded heavily against the heavy steel wall, patched with rust, mildew and dried blood, a lot of dried blood. The archer gritted her teeth; she couldn't give in, she wouldn't give in, not to or for anything or anyone. And especially not him, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of going against another like herself. There was a hollow crash of the gate up ahead of her opening, and the dull roar of the hundreds who had paid to see teenaged heroes fight to their deaths, the mere thought made Artemis physically sick, but not as sick as she was at the sight that greeted her as she continued to limp towards the arena.
You left your blood stain on the floor
A limp female body was being mercilessly dragged past her; Artemis averted her gaze and tried to ignore the metallic stench of human blood, but she failed and glanced at the blood-stained face of the corpse. A chill ran down her spine as Artemis recognised her, Bombshell. The archer gritted her teeth and moved forwards,
"I swear I am going to kill him," she muttered,
You set your sights on him
Again she stumbled, and reached out to steady herself, her fingertips met a damp surface and came back to her clothed in scarlet. Artemis recoiled, and shuddered but soldiered on, until she finally came to the gate and put her hand against it, leaving a smear of blood on the thick, criss-crossing girders.
You left a hand print on the door,
There was a deafening roar from the crowd at the gate screeched open and Artemis walked into the dusty pit, instinctively she glanced around at the spectators, to her every single one of them was faceless.
Artemis' eyes narrowed, as she notched an arrow, raising it towards the ceiling, aiming and firing. The explosive it contained detonated, blowing a sizable hole in the ceiling. Before any of the guards could stop her Artemis fired a second arrow, this time containing a flare.
This is our luck, baby, running out,
Artemis smiled grimly, "Game. Over."
She turned and left the arena. Nobody tried to stop her.