A/N: More for Traught week. Enjoy and please review!

Dick "No Pants" Grayson

Artemis just wasn't surprised anymore.

Being best friends with Dick Grayson she knows to be the perfect little Boy Scout and expect the unexpected.

She just wasn't prepared for this.

She had been perfecting her back flips on the balance beam when she heard the creak of the gym door. "Is it just me, or do I tend to land more on my left leg than my right?" she asked.

"Do another flip," he called out to her.

She did another and felt herself stumble a bit on the landing as she tried to land on both legs evenly. Her right knee was definitely not right. "Is your knee hurt?"

She turned around to answer him when she saw it.

"Dick. No."

She tried not to laugh as Dick came parading up to her in her gymnastic uniform. Her gymnastic uniform. Her gymnastic uniform didn't have pants. Dick wasn't wearing pants. His legs were completely bare and smooth. Either he hasn't gone through puberty yet or he shaved his legs.

Artemis isn't sure which one scares her more.

His grin quirks as he continues walking towards her. Artemis had gotten changed a long time ago—she wasn't even wearing the uniform, but he was—and she was working on the balance beams of the Gotham Academy gym waiting for Dick to come. He was supposed to be helping her with gymnastics, but she doesn't think she's going to be able to focus on anything.

Dick wasn't wearing pants.

That is an acceptable reason for not being able to focus.

Dick's grin quirked up a bit, "What, Art?"

"You have no pants on."

"You technically don't have a shirt on," he pointed out. And okay, he did have a point there, she did only have on spandex shorts and a sports bra, but he wasn't wearing pants.

He wasn't wearing pants.

"You're wearing our uniform…"

He looked down as if he were just noticing it. He clicked his tongue, "I am, aren't I?" he smirked following her eyes, "Art, eyes up here."

Her eyes weren't leaving his pantless bottom. No matter how hard she tried, it seemed like his sudden objection to wearing pants absorbed all of her attention.

Artemis doesn't think she's ever been so attracted to a man's legs before.

Oh my god what is she thinking. That's Dick—fourteen-year-old—Grayson. She's not allowed to have dirty thoughts about a boy that young. That's wrong. He's two years younger. Okay, maybe he's not that much younger.

"I thought you were going to help me with my gymnastics."

"I am."

"But your not wearing pants."

"Art, we already went over this."

"But—"

"Artemis."

"Hm?"

"Do another flip before you fall off."

"I can't do gymnastics."

"Because I'm not wearing pants."

"Yes."

"Do you want me to go put on pants?"

Artemis was not flushing. Her cheeks were simply burning because of the hot lights in the gymnasium. She was simply getting an indoor sunburn. She ignored his growing smirk and performed her routine. She went into a handstand and was met with the sight of two feet in front of her.

She flipped back—and nearly slipped off to see Dick performing a mirror of her routine with half of the beam. She let herself slip down and sit on the beam as Dick finished and landed perfectly on the beam. He bent over and went into a handstand. "You just need to be more smooth in the transition of moves and be less distracted."

No. She was not staring at his butt as he slowly spread his legs into a split.

"You're disgustingly flexible."

He smirked as his legs fell into the perfect split and he didn't even shake. Artemis couldn't even do the splits and she was a girl. "You know…I'm not wearing pants and I'm not wearing a shirt so together, we're naked."

"Was that a poor attempt at flirting?"

"That actually hurt."