Author's Note: Salutations! It's been a while since I've written a story, and this idea has been pounding in my head for a good while. I've only just now had the courage to write it out. Oh well. Hopefully this won't end up like every other abandoned/poorly written story, since I'm mediocre at best at writing. This will be told from mostly Artemis's point of view. It's another one of those "Artemis finds out" stories. I'm a sucker for them.

I want to say this takes place some time during Homefront, but I'm not sure exactly when. Eh, oh well.

Rated T for brief, mild language and because I want to.

I don't own Young Justice.

Summary: Artemis enlists the help of Dick Grayson on a school project. After she is forced to stay the night at Wayne Manor, she learns more about the billionaire's son than she'd have ever imagined.

"We didn't come for a play date."

Artemis Crock was many things, but a failure was not one of them. As the protégée of Green Arrow, she knew better than to give up or give in. She wouldn't, couldn't do that. Not if she had any sort of say in the matter.

But this project was going to kick her ass if she didn't step up her work ethic. Gotham Academy didn't feel like a high school - it felt like a college. The students were given schoolwork and homework that could have easily made any college student cringe. The brats walked with their heads held high, a stack of books in their hands, and smug grins that screamed "I'm smarter than you."

She finally understood why public school kids kicked dirt this school's way. Everyone here was spoiled, bratty, and pushing cocky with their so-called intelligence.

Obviously Artemis qualified in the intelligence field - after all, she was here on an Academic Scholarship. The "one lucky student a year."

Despite that, though, she still found herself struggling. She made a point to voice her frustrations to Bette, her Student Liaison and only friend.

"I just don't get it," she complained, resting her forehead on the cafeteria table. It was lunch hour, and the commons area was slowly becoming over-crowded with students. Why did every grade have to eat together at the same time?

Across from her, adjacent to Bette, a girl with bright orange hair took a seat, immediately digging into her meal. "Don't get what?" the girl inquired.

Artemis made no attempt to respond, both on the account that she was in no mood to talk and didn't know this girl.

"Artemis is having trouble with her math project," offered Bette. Bette and Orange Hair seemed to know each other.

Gee, thanks Bette.

"It's okay," sympathized Orange Hair. "I used to struggle in math, too. I was almost failing my Trigonometry course last semester! Of course, I got help."

"That's a great idea, Barbra!" exclaimed Bette. "Artemis, have you thought about getting a tutor?"

God forbid. "No, I haven't," she responded through clenched teeth, forehead still touching the polished tabletop. The last thing she needed, much less wanted, was some kid screaming in her face how stupid she was. She refused to subject herself to such treatment.

Still, she did need help.

"No," she answered again. "I don't need any help on this. Thanks though."

"Alright, if you say so," answered Orange... Barbra. "But if you do decide to get help, there are plenty of tutors assigned by the Academy for hire. Just head to the library and find one. No problem."

For hire? Wow, this place was as gross as Artemis had imagined. These kids would make someone pay them so they could show over and over how stupid said person was? So not cool. It made the archer clench her fists. All she needed was someone to show her how to properly calculate difference quotients and the fundamental theorem of calculus. She wasn't going to pay for that! She could look it up online!

Well, she would already get it by now if someone was there to physically show her. She couldn't just watch someone else do it. She had to do it on her own, with someone there guiding her. Damn her kinesthetic learning.

"Are there any that wouldn't make me pay?" Artemis asked without thinking. She finally raised her head from the table, but fought the urge to immediately slam it back down due to her stupid mouth not knowing when to shut. Way to sound like a Charity Case, Artemis.

Barbra and Bette glanced at each other before looking back at the young archer. Bette continued eating her sandwich while Barbra spoke up.

"Well," she started slowly. "There is one person I know who might help you."

Artemis cocked an eyebrow. "And who might that be?"

"Before I tell you, you have to promise me you'll consider it for a good minute. This student helps people free of charge, but he's also not an actual tutor assigned by the school. He could potentially abuse that power."

Green Arrow's protégée was done listening to Orange Hair jabber. She wanted to know who this kid was! If there was a chance that this boy could help Artemis pass and do it without making her pay, then she would seize the opportunity.

Just this once. She would seek help. Just. This. Once.

"Who?"

Bette and Barbra exchanged looks again. Why were they being so freakish? Why so wary and awkward with it? It was just one kid!

Finally, Barbra broke the silence.

"Dick Grayson."

Author's Note: So I hoped you guys like it. If you feel the characters are a little OOC, lemme know. I can try my best to write as In-Character as possible.

Thanks for reading! Until the next update. Updates will be sporadic, as I am in college and that is sucking up all my free time, but they will come.

Also, I try my best to spot errors, but sometimes that doesn't pan out. I don't have a beta, so if you see any mistakes, apologies!

Also, Dick appears next chapter. He may or may not have lines.