She shot up from her bed breathing heavily with her hair sticking to her with sweat. Artemis fell back into the comfort of her bed telling herself that it was only a nightmare. She turned to her side table to look at the clock that read back to her 4:27am in red block numbers. Walking over to her closet she picked out some workout clothes knowing that she needed to get the terrible dream off her head and that it wasn't too early for a workout.

Walking down the hallway, she pulled her hair up into a ponytail. Once in front of a punching bag she let all her anger and tension out.

I couldn't save them, Artemis thought with a punch. I couldn't tell them that I love them like family because it was too late. Another punch. I didn't get there in time. A powerful kick. They died because I couldn't control my own father. A punch and a lone tear. Dad took away everyone that I loved and cared about and still managed to smile. A harder punch and another tear. I couldn't save him. Anger fueled kick with another tear that was quickly wiped away.

Artemis laid her forearm on the punching bag and rested her head on her arm. Deep breaths, Artemis. Deep breaths, she kept telling herself.

Taking a deep shaky breath, Artemis stepped back into her stance and continued with her rage while letting tears fall, not bothering with them for she was too angry.

She kept going until someone found her at 7:49am. By then the cloth that was wrapped around her knuckles to protect them was just a hole that showed bloody torn skin. By then her tears were long gone, but her anger was still present and running high.

"Artemis, how long have you been doing this?" A voice asked her.

"Depends on what time it is," was her reply as she continued to beat the bag senseless.

"It's 7:50 in the morning," they told her.

"Then three hours and twenty minutes," she said still punching and kicking.

"You've been punching that bag since 4:30, the gauze on your knuckles is long gone and you look like you could pass out any minute."

"Your point, Wallace," Artemis hissed.

"Stop punching that thing because it's obviously not helping whatever is on your mind," Wally said as he walked closer to her. Relaxing out of her stance Artemis turned to face Wally.

"It was the nightmare again. He killed everyone and still smiled about it in the end. He killed the team, Ollie, my mom, you. I couldn't take it. Couldn't risk falling back to sleep to that," Artemis said as she removed what was left of her gauze bandages and carelessly discarded them on the floor.

Wally right in front of her now said, "You could have come and talked to me about it instead of punching until your knuckles are raw and bloodied." He gently took one of her hands in his and looked over her bloody knuckles.

"I'm sorry," she hoarsely whispered to him. Wally looked up at her face, still holding onto her hand, and wiped away a tear coming down her face with his free hand's thumb.

"Don't apologize. You only did what you thought you needed to," Wally soothed while pulling her into a bear hug. Hugging him back tightly, Artemis buried her head in his chest and breathed in his comforting scent.

"I couldn't save them," Artemis' sniffle was muffled by Wally's shirt.

"Shh, Artemis," he rocked her from side to side as he comfortingly stroked her hair. "It's okay. We're all here and fine. Nothing happened and if something did, I have no doubt that you would kick whose ever ass messed with your family. Your real family, us. The team, Ollie, your mom, me."

"I love you," she mumbled sniffling away tears.

"I know, I love you too," Wally murmured into her hair.