A/N: Well...hello. Surprise, surprise, I have another chapter fill for a prompt for the YJAM. I'll get to my other chaptered fics eventually...when my muse comes up with something for them. The prompt is pretty long, so I'll just summarize.

Full Summary: Robin has feelings for Wally, and from what he can tell, the interaction between his best bud and Artemis is evolving into something more than casual banter, but be it that he is Robin, he comes up with a brilliant plan. If Artemis were to get a boyfriend that isn't Wally, then he would be able to have Wally all to himself. Who better than to employ someone that is close to her -lives in in the same city as her? Why yes, he plans on using Richard Grayson to court and keep Artemis busy. It's perfect, really. But how far is he willing to go along with this perfect plan of his?

Warning: Rating is subject to change. Currently T, but may turn into M if need be.

It's a matter at how this whole relationship is looked at. On the outside, they were all for yelling at each other. It was like some sort of unspoken ritualistic way to relieve any stress that had built up for the duration of the day. And, okay, at first it was all cutesy and amusing, but the dirty looks and scathing remarks had lost their meanings and even changed to a few shared amused grins every now and then.

Robin wasn't stupid. In fact, he was very perceptive when it came to the actions of the human body (something Cass decided to teach him whenever she visited). A lingering hand after a punch here, a sparkle in those green eyes every time they caught sight of each other there, a flip of the hair. Oh it was definitely something alright.

Usually he didn't mind the outright flirting done by his best friend, but that was because he knew he wouldn't be successful with each of his tries. Then again...those two weren't even trying. All the advances weren't obnoxiously obvious.

Like right now...

"You can't be serious!"

"Try me Sped-Ex, I know for a fact you haven't been practicing the routine Black Canary assigned us."

To the ordinary eye, it seemed like just a usual argument, but to Robin's eyes, the way Wally was leaning into Artemis' personal space and the twitch of her fingers towards Wally was enough movement for him. Clearly they were enjoying the banter.

Robin peered over the edge of his Batarang, pausing his inspection to fully study the two. She was definitely leaning towards the speedster too, with an apparent leer on her face.

"Not like she isn't going to notice."

"Oh she'll notice, especially when she tests us on it tomorrow. Your ass will be kissing the floor with thousands of fails."

"Didn't know you cared so much about my ass," Wally replied nonchalantly, waving a hand off, but there was no hiding the grin that grew, to which she "play" scowled at.

One thing Robin truly enjoyed was that these two were too much in denial to act upon anything. Sure they had so much attraction, but that didn't account for the whole elementary mindset those two had. But it was getting intense for his liking.

It was troubling...really it was, and if he wasn't careful, Wally could slip away from him.

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He wasn't sure when the idea popped up into his mind -scratch that, he did. It was during the time when he was sitting alongside Artemis on the edge of a courtyard fountain, not as Robin, but as simple Bruce Wayne's ward, Richard Grayson. Or Dick, for short.

Artemis didn't know his other identity. Comparing to how she had looked when she had walked in on her first day at Gotham Academy, she looked peaceful. No doubt, Wally had something to do with that.

Maybe it was when she finally looked up from the Algebra II book, and inquired about the proper shading when graphing inequalities, or perhaps the way she bit her lip in concentration when she came across a particularly harder problem, but those types of unconscious actions would definitely have any guy falling for her.

He scrutinized her, athletic build, woman curves, intelligent, and a mouth quipped with quick wit. He didn't doubt she was a good match for Wally, but he knew he was better.

So...he wasn't sure at which moment he came up with this plan...this plan to get her away from Wally. The thought of the messy consequences should this all end badly didn't sway him from his strong feelings for Wally, so he didn't hesitate when his mind formed the suggestion.

"Heard that they're playing black and white films in the theatre on 42nd street tomorrow. Wanna go see?"

Casual, it was all casual to him, but he let his tone of voice get a little softer, fonder. He wanted to make himself seem vulnerable to her, but not exactly shy. He had long ago let himself be seen as a people's person, so shyness didn't fit with his character.

He tilted his head in question just as she looked up from her book. Dick could tell she was on the verge of getting irritated with their homework...it was apparent when her dull eyes swept over his frame for a moment just before she gave a sigh, a tired smile and a shrug.

"Sure. It's a Saturday, my mom will be okay with that, and I don't have any plans."

Oh, he knew she didn't have plans, considering how Black Canary and Batman had assigned this weekend off.

"It's cause you can't say no to Dick Grayson, no one can."

She barked out a laugh, reaching over to try and mess up his gelled up hair. "Watch out, Dick, you'll go into orbit with that big ego of yours."

Dick dodged her arm clumsily, swatting her hand away in a playful manner."Ego? More like 'I'm the ward of Bruce Wayne, so do as I say'."

A breeze settled among the two of them, letting her loud scoff echo around them, "To which I don't really care about."

"Mmm, and that," he murmured, propping himself on the ledge so he could lean closer to her, forcing her to make eye contact with him, "is why we are such good friends."

Use the ol' Bruce Wayne charm.

He was satisfied in watching her confusion flicker across her face, and was amused when she nervously licked her lips. Even the furrow in her brow has a completely dead giveaway. The hands that clutched at her book finally reached up to shove him away.

"Friends?" She muttered softly, looking away, "When did we ever go from Algebra II classmates to friends?" Of course she was just teasing, trying to regain her composure. Probably questioning something.

Dick smirked, he had perfectly executed the first part of his plan, and just in time too. He registered an all too familiar looking limousine pulling up in front of the school, and heaved his one shoulder bag up onto his person.

"Tomorrow at ten. I'll pick you up." He took a few steps towards the limo, smiling to himself in victory.

"Hold on now, Mister I'm the ward of Bruce Wayne, so I call the shots."

A look over his shoulder was a good enough sign that she was pretty huffy about that.

"I thought you wanted a limo ride?"

She gave him a pointed look, before sighing and shaking her head in exasperation. "Think about it, Dick. We're teens going out to hang out tomorrow. It's not fun to have your butler follow after us like a concerned parent scrutinizing their kid's first date. I'll pick you up tomorrow."

Feeling the need to defend his butler, Dick replied, "Alfred is only going to-"

"Oh no, we're using the traditional teen transportation. I'm picking you up in my own car."

"But-"

She shook her head curtly. A pale, calloused hand raised into the air and did the all too famous shooing motion.

"Tomorrow at ten, in front of the Gates of Wayne Manor. Now go, don't want to keep your butler waiting."

At that, he gave her an undignified snort, and left her with a parting greeting.

Of course she would take matters into her own hands.

...But he was pretty sure she was unaware that this was going to be a date rather than "two teens going out to hang out".