Title: Untitled
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: one-sided Nightwing/Artemis, Artemis/Wally
Genre: angsty contemplation in second person?
Warnings: bad words towards the end, I suppose
Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice
Summary: "You've learned a lot of bad habits after years under the dark knight's wing."
Notes: Uhhh... Idk. I dunno if this is good or not but it's been sitting around in my head for a while.
You've learned a lot of bad habits after years under the dark knight's wing.
You notice too much. You look for meaning that isn't there. You pick apart body language, dissect tonal inflection, and try to pin names to every indescribable feeling and moment.
Being around her again is driving you crazy.
You're too hyper-aware of her every breath, every move. You interpret a thousand and one things behind a single look and know she doesn't mean any of them.
You know them—her and Wally—probably better than they know themselves. Sometimes you think that you could break them up if you tried. Push a little here, pry a little there—let the fissures in their relationship form cracks, breaks. You know their strengths and weaknesses and all the strings to pull them apart.
But you don't because it makes you sick to realize how much you've become like him, even though you'd once dreamed of nothing more. It makes you sick to know you've been analyzing your friends like pawns to be used, manipulated.
And Wally's a great guy. No, he's a fucking fantastic guy and he's your goddamn best friend and you're not going to shit all over your friendship for a girl.
Even if you think she might be worth it.
Because you don't take chances. You don't take risks.
Those are for people with nothing to lose.