Artemis sat on the kitchen counter, relaying in her mind what she had come in to do. She bit the tip of her tongue in frustration, wracking her train of thought back and forth.
The digital clack on the microwave read 1:30 A.M., in the dim light. She yawned widely, using her fingers to comb through her extremely long blonde hair. Her eyes drooped lazily with exhaustion. Why am I here, when I could be in bed?
Suddenly, a cool gust of wind brushed by her in the pitch black night. She immediately froze in place out of instinct. She was about to hiss out a question, but a flood of light explained it all.
The bulb inside the refrigerator lit, when the door was opened, showing yours truly: Wally.
He snagged several various foods from the shelves, piling them high in his arms, until a Yogurt cup reached his chin. He used his elbow to flip the light switch on.
Artemis screeched at the rays, covering her face. "AHH!" Wally yelled at hers.
They both took a fighting stance, unaware of anything. Artemis blinked, once her vision adjusted, she now knew the blur to be a thief.
"What are you doing up?" He demanded, placing all the food next to her on the counter.
"To be honest, I have no idea whatsoever. And you? You're raiding the fridge?"
He groaned, and rolled his eyes, "High metabolism! I have to eat, like every hour or something! So, right now, I woke up starving. Tada, I appear in the banquet hall in under a second."
She stole a pudding from the mass pile, and started eating it with her bare fingers. Right away, she remembers why she came to the kitchen- She woke from hunger.
"Hey! I was gonna eat that!" He complained.
"You were gonna eat everything."
He narrowed his vibrant green eyes, and grabbed one of Megan's failed cookies, without removing his gaze. Once the charred… thing, met his mouth, he gagged.
"Haha!" She said, just to bug him. "You deserved that, Baywatch!"
He mumbles insults under his breath as he looks for something edible.
She straitens her posture, staring down the hallway. She kicks her bare feet up on the island, proud as usual by Wally's loss.
"Oh my god," He says out of nowhere.
"What?" she turns her head, but he hides behind the island.
"Uh, nothing! Hope you enjoy the pudding. Chocolate's the bestest, right? See ya in the morning!" He rambles, trying to back out of the room.
But, even with his super speed, he can't out run Artemis when he's nervous. Before he can get away, she chucks the tasty mud at his exposed back.
"What the heck…" He trails off in surprise.
She gets up, in time to see a nightmare come true. Her jaw drops at the sight, not able to rip her eyes away. As if time had stopped, only for this completely embarrassing moment, it was all worth it. This mentally scarring pause made her want to say something, but couldn't find the words. How did she miss this before? He stood in the middle of the kitchen, in nothing but a pair of too-tight Boxers. Oh god…
She coughed, "Um," The awkward just oozed into the air surrounding them, like quicksand in the jungle: no escape for you in either situations, unless someone comes along and saves you.
In the dark hallway, a pre-mature boy's voice dum dum dums the tune of the Pink Panther. Robin makes his way into the light, with a pair of sunglasses on his face. Sometimes, Artemis wondered if Robin actually glues them there. He has his hands in strange positions in the air, just like in the movie when a character tip-toes around.
All attention goes right to the Boy Wonder, which turns to confusion.
"Am I interrupting?" He asks.
Wally takes his chance, and runs out as fast as possible. In a way, Artemis is relived he's gone. She was sure to have nightmares every evening, for the next month after that ordeal.
She stares at Robin, "Immature, but you saved us all." She sighs in relief.
He tilts his head, "Are you okay? You seem kinda pale."
She swallows, her mouth still tasting like pudding. "Jeez, I sure hope I am, Rob." She high-tails it outta there; speed-walking down the corridor until she gets to her room.
She closes the door behind her, and sinks slowly to the floor. She rubs her cheeks with her palm, trying to clear her mind of that image. Well, Arty, at least he wasn't naked. She mentally slaps herself for even thinking that.
After minutes of calming herself down, she crawls back under her covers, fully ready for a peaceful night's rest. Though, wakes at 3:20, due to a nightmare.
And hunger.
She's not planning to go back to the kitchen. Not for a while.