I was exhausted.

Studying for my English lit class, doing day patrol, working at the café, studying for my maths exam tomorrow (or today, depending on how you look at it) and the doing night patrol does not fit into my definition of fun. But, I guess that's how your life turns out when you're a hero.

I threw myself onto my bed, not even bothering to remove the heavy boots of my costume. I looked at the reflection of myself in the mirror; there I was; my new purple and black outfit, my new hero identity, my new life.

Sometimes, I wondered if this was all a dream. Maybe, one day I would open my eyes and become Artemis again, back in my forest green outfit. I would still be dating Wally, I would still have my mother around, and I would still have my semi-normal sister. I dreamed of being Artemis, I craved to be her again. Being Artemis was easy, it was innocent. The lines of good and bad had been clear.

Now, as Huntress, I wasn't so sure.

I looked over at my communication device as it buzzed softly. The other members of the team were probably discussing the mission, but I just couldn't be bothered. The only reason I had re-joined Nightwing's team was because he had persuaded me to, not because I particularly wanted to. I was perfectly happy being a solo hero, even though it was a bit lonely.

Most of my decisions can be blamed on the Bat-family. It was only because Batman found me did I join the team in the first place. Then it was Jason-

The thought of Jason makes me feel cold all over. I close my eyes, and I can see his face clearly; I could see his dark hair curling slightly, his blue eyes that could melt ice, his strong and angular face. I could see him in my mind, wearing his Robin outfit. He was much taller than the original Robin, but he was just as lanky. I missed him, I missed him so much. Sometimes, I truly felt like he was the only one who could really understand me. He could understand my need for violence; he understood how hard it was for me to be a hero when I grew up a villain.

Jason was the one who told me to become Huntress after my mother died. It was because of his faith in me that I actually broke away from Oliver and went solo.

And it's Nightwing's fault now that I've joined his little team.

Don't get me wrong, I love going on missions, beating up the bad guys and just chilling with the team. But honestly, trying to juggle a normal life, team life and the solo hero life can get a tad annoying, though I really shouldn't complain. Nightwings' been doing the same thing as I have, and I have to admit he's handling lot more gracefully.

There's a loud knocking on my door and I groan loudly. The clock on my bedside table informs me it 1:30 AM. I go to open the door, not bothering to change out of my outfit.

Surprise, surprise, Nightwing is standing outside,

"Emergency meeting at Mt. Justice," he informs me grimly.

I rolled my eyes in annoyance, but stepped outside anyway, gesturing for him to lead on.

Nightwing and I are still pretty close, we always have been. Being the only normal humans on the team caused us to bond. It's hard trying to defeat meta-humans when you're only human yourself, but we manage alright. We talk aimlessly as we walk over to the nearest zeta-beam, and Nightwing goes in first.

I follow, seeing the flash of yellow, light and then I hear 'Huntress, B07.'

There's a loud eruption of noise and for a minute I'm about to grab my crossbow, but then I see the party streamers and realise that, crap, the teams thrown a party for me.

I've been so caught up in my own life that I nearly forgot the today I was turning 20.I'm secretly happy that the team cared enough to throw a party, and the Justice League cared enough to actually attend, but really, I would rather be catching up on a few desperately needed z's.

I force myself to mingle, getting the latest gossip from the girls, having an intense conversation with Oliver about how I am, talking awkwardly to both Roy's and then just trolling around with the others. I'm happy that the break-up hasn't been too awkward between Wally and I, but I'm kind of jealous when I hear that he's met some girl called Linda already. The cake (baked by M'gann of course) is decorated in the shape a bow and crumbles slightly as I cut into it.

It's delicious.

It's time for the presents next. Most of them pooled in their money to get me a truly breathtaking pair of diamond earrings and a matching bracelet and necklace. The Justice League got me a new bike, with special 'bonus' features. Roy gave me a handcrafted bow, and Oliver gave me a huge amount of money and a green bow and arrow set (real subtle, Ollie.)

All in all, it was a good party.

My watch reminds me that it 7 AM, and that I desperately need to go home, take a shower and then go for my maths final. I signal silently to Nightwing, who gets the message and signals to Batman. The party quickly disbands after that, the Justice League heading to the Watchtower and the rest of the team staggering up to the beds in Mt. Justice.

As I'm giving Zatanna a grateful hug for the party, a huge rumbling shakes the building. We all look around in surprise, but nothing terrible happens so I assume it's just an earthquake.

Idiot.

Zatanna heads towards the zeta-beams, and I look at Nightwing. I want to thank him for the party, because I know only he and Wally would know the actual date of my birth. And seeing that Wally was well… Wally, the only person who would be able to organize something like this would be Nightwing. I step closer, looking up into his masked face. I take a deep breath, but before I can even say anything an obnoxious, robotic voice interrupts.

'Error. Watchtower zeta-beam disabled. Error. Watchtower unavailable.'

"What's going on?" Zatanna asks, and I look to Nightwing.

He strides over to the computer and starts typing in random things.

"I'm trying to get in touch with the Watchtower, but no-one's picking up. In fact, the computer can't connect to any signal from the Watchtower, even all the security camera data is gone," Nightwing said.

"Can you get a visual of the Watchtower from space?" I asked, leaning over his seat to get a better view.

"Here's footage from one of the satellites," he says, bringing up an image of empty space on the computer, "These are the co-ordinates of the Watchtower but… There's nothing there."

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