Hi guys. I haven't finished my other story, but I'm kinda bored of it so that's probs going up for adopt soon. (IF you're interested, message me, I wouldn't be surprised if you're not)

I wanted to keep up writing fanfic and this is something that I really wanted to do so, here I am now.

Erm, this is written I guess you could say from Artemis's point of view. I always felt like she had the most background so I thought it would be interesting so yeah.

Soo, I don't own Young Justice (although I really wish I did, THEY CAN'T KILL OFF WALLY! RUINS THE FLASH STORYLINE!)

My mind was still buzzing. The rush was fantastic. Feeling like this made me feel like I was on top of the world. I mean, how often do you get to save a hero's life!

Let me explain. So me being, well…me, I was wandering the halls of Gotham High. As depressing at it was, I quite enjoyed wandering the halls of this posh ass school. It made me look at all the stuff that I could work towards in the future. Giving me a goal for the future ya know. I also really liked the peace and quiet it gave me…

As much as I love my mother, it's difficult living with a woman who was gone most of your childhood. You see she was in prison for her crimes as Huntress. But she was injured when taking a job. This left me to grow up with my abusive father (Sportsmaster) and my sister Jade. Although my sister left when I was no older than 10 years of age, as she was fed up of the abuse my father delivered to us both when he was around and not on missions.

But this made living with my mum difficult, because when she was finally released, it was like living with a complete stranger. I hadn't seen her for 5, nearly 6 years, and in that time we had grown apart and changed. We knew nothing of each other, which meant I valued the time I had alone. It was nice, and that's what made me adopt a liking for Gotham High.

I stalked the halls of Gotham High, with my bow and my arrows strapped to my back, enjoying the peace. Until there was a crash, not far from my position. I froze. Unsure of what to do. I heard footsteps and my inner 'ninja' kicked in. I opened an air vent above the lockers and climbed in.

The footsteps grew closer, until they were directly beneath me. 2 boys in spandex? They stepped further into the light. I know these two boys! I have seen them on the news! It was Kid Flash and Robin. But why were they here? I heard more crashing from up ahead. Robin and Kid Flash ran towards the gym, chasing the destruction.

I grew curious. Very curious, but I didn't want to be noticed, so I followed. But I remained in the air vents. Creeping along so that I wouldn't be heard, but I gathered I wouldn't over the noise.

I crept into the gym. I opened the vent, and crept behind the basketball hoops. I was out of sight, and in the shadows. There in the middle of the gym, Robin, Kid Flash, and…Superboy were fighting some kind of elf robot thing.

I knew what I wanted, and I was at risk being here. I turned to crawl back into the air vent, until I heard it. A scream, that sounded slightly girly, but masculine at the same time. I swung around to see Kid Flash being bear hugged by the elf, and before I could stop myself, I had an arrow fixed onto my bow, and ready to fire. When I was ready I released it, only to notice it shot straight through the elf leaving it wedged into the floorboards of the gym hall. At the same time, Kid Flash was released, and was allowed to speed off before being re-captured.

Phew. My work here was done. Before anything else happened, like I don't know, me being noticed (because I had technically already given away my position. Number 1 rule my dad taught me, maintain your position, and never get caught) I crawled back into the vent and left. I left the school and ran as fast as I could until I was back into the comfort of my bed. Here I wouldn't have to worry about the things I had endured this evening, even if my heart was still racing, and the thrill I was experiencing was keeping me awake. But didn't care. I knew I would remember this for a while, and I never wanted to forget that I, Artemis Crock, had saved a hero. This made me happy, but nervous. I didn't want to be found out, because I guess I didn't want to face the consequences.

But after a while, I drifted off to sleep, to dream about the day's events, so I could relive them all over again.