Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters.
The night was still, almost too still. The only noises were the soft thumping of my feet as I landed on the next roof top, my slightly laboured breathing and the occasional siren in the distance. Patrol with Ollie had been hard; he was testing me, pushing me to my limits. I didn't mind, it gave me an opportunity to prove myself.
The night was hot, sticky almost, and the air was thick. The darkness a heavy blanket weighing down on me. It felt like the calm before a storm. Still the quiet was what was making me most unnerved, this city didn't sound like Gotham.
I stepped across the rooftop listening, waiting. Sure enough I could feel something wrong. I wasn't alone.
"Show yourself!" I call "I know your there!"
Light footsteps sound behind me and I whirl around pulling out my bow. The man on the rooftop with me is young but unmistakeable. Not because I know him, no, I can guess who he is by the emotionless face, the catlike grace, the determination that radiates from his body. A Shadow.
They found me.
I want to sigh; I'm too tired for this.
I knew leaving them was dangerous and joining the heroes, suicidal. I'd prepared myself for the inevitable. It was only so long before they came after me.
Right now though I'm sore, tired, I don't want to deal with this.
"Leave now and you'll leave in one piece!" I yell at him, my arrow still pointed at his heart. I have to pretend. That I'm confident, that I want to fight. In a way, I guess I am confidant, I know that I'll win. I'm just not sure I want to.
His face curves into a smirk. He says nothing just lunges towards me, the knife in his hand glinting in the moonlight.
Crap. I think as I doge his attack and kick the knife out of his hand. It flies through the air and lands a few feet away. I jab out towards his abdomen with my bow; he catches it and snaps it in half, throwing it aside. Damn. I liked that bow.
He takes advantage of my distraction to punch me in the head, I fall to the ground. He grabs his knife while I flip up. Soon we are interlocked in a wild dance where one slip up on my part will probably mean death. He's good, that much is clear. Not the Shadow's best though. I can win this. I manage to dislocate his shoulder but he stabs me in the stomach in return. I gasp, my hand going to the wound, it's deep. I have to finish this quickly. A swift uppercut to his face breaks his nose and a hammer fist to the top of his head knocks him out.
I let out a breath leaning against a cool wall. Blood stains my hands and my breathing is laboured. I pull out my phone.
"Artemis?" The boy's voice sounds groggy, I've woken him up.
I don't answer, just let out a shuddering breath and try to keep myself from fainting.
"Artemis!" The tone is more urgent now, awake.
"Are you okay, what happened?"
"I need you to pick me up." I try to keep my voice calm.
"Artemis it's like two in the morning."
My vision is starting to blur. I blink rapidly trying to keep my eyes open.
"I just need you to pick me up."
I slowly slide down the wall I'm leaning on and distantly hear his reply.
"Okay, fine. Where are you?
The phone slips out of my hand.
I slump forward.
I'm so dizzy.
"Artemis!"
Black.
A/N: This is the first part in a series I'm working on, which is exciting as it's the first series I've done. I apologise for the appalling fight scene but I had no idea how to write one. Also apologise for any spelling or grammar mistakes. I hope you enjoyed.