This will be updated weekly (every Wednesday) and I'll tell you all now there are three different ways this could end, Artemis x Icicle Jr (cause that's actually canon in many DC verses), Dick x Artemis (cause you know it's kind of cute) or happily ever after Wally x Artemis. I haven't decided which one to use yet. So enjoy!

CHACHACHA

An icy blast slices through the air causing the temperature to drop exponentially. Tigress dives aside before the attack can freezes her solid. She never takes her eyes off Icicle Jr. "Come on Artemis I'm not even trying here," Junior jeers, she narrows her eyes in focus, "oh that's right you changed your name after little Flash boy's death. I hear the League's already replaced him with a new one."

There's a pang in her chest like fire. She swallows any retort that could be taken as a rise, straightens up, every muscle ready to attack and raises her crossbow. "Pity, I was looking for a fight not an emotional pouring," she says blankly.

Junior looks at the arrow aimed at him unworriedly. "You've never been good at dealing with your emotions and now you're throwing yourself into your work, typical. What'd you change your name to again? Something catty. Anyway since we grew up together I figure it's cool if I still call you by your name."

Tigress tightens her grip on the crossbow. "I really don't care considering you're going back to Belle Rev."

"Bet your finger itches, wouldn't you like to pull that trigger? You want to put an arrow straight through my head or heart or someplace fatal because I'm partially responsible for his death," she can't tell if he's taunting her or just thinking out loud. He spreads his arms wide. "Go ahead," pause, "but, you won't because that's not what good heroes do."

There's no warning, she just pulls the trigger and lets the arrow fly. He brushes it aside easily with another of his cold blasts. While he's distracted she attacks. Covered in ice like he is her attacks don't do a lot of damage but, there are some weak points in his icy armor. When Tigress darts off a little distance away she's barely winded but, Junior's a bit worse for wear.

"What are you doing?" she asks finally, he hadn't really been trying and she could tell. "Museum robberies really aren't your MO and you aren't really a guy who's into seventeenth century jewelry."

He rubs the side of his face where she'd landed a hit. "I wanted to talk to you."

"The feeling definitely isn't mutual," Tigress growls.

An arrogant smirk works its way over his face. "That's where the robbery comes in handy, now you don't have a choice."

"I could just knock you out," she reminds him but, the violence had already disintegrated from the situation.

Junior takes a step towards her and out of instinct Tigress raises her weapon. "Not a step closer, Cam, I'm not in the mood to be frozen solid tonight."

He catches her eye and she holds his stare. "I wouldn't dream of it."

"And I'm here to rob the museum," she snaps sarcastically, "so say what you want to say so I can take you to jail."

That stupid smirk widens a bit, "we'd make quite a team if we worked together," she glares knives at him, he shrugs and adds, "my Dad's in prison."

"Belle Rev, yeah, I know," there's no hint of sympathy in Artemis's voice, mostly because she wishes her dad was in prison. "I don't see what this has to with me."

He looks at her sideways, "I said we'd make a good team."

"You are not honestly asking me to help break your father out of Belle Rev. I know you're still following your dad around like a blind puppy but-"

Cam breaks out laughing, "blind puppy? Isn't it lost puppy?"

She glares at him, "same difference."

"Look, Artemis, I can't pull this on my own," he continues.

The sudden urge to hit him suddenly nearly overwhelms him, actually she's can't believe she doesn't. "So what? You come to me while I'm trying to put you in prison. What would possibly even make you consider that I'd help you?"

"I know how to get your Flash Boy back," he must've saw something in her expression because he continues, "the Lazarus Pit, it can bring people back from the dead."

For an instant her heart desperately clings to this small hope he'd given her and then she crushes it. Instead she lets her anger boil. "Are you that desperate?"

"The second Robin, the one the Joker killed, Talia Al Ghul brought him back. He's running a drug ring in Gotham," Cam tells her "calls himself the Red Hood last time I heard."

He takes a step closer. She doesn't threaten him this time, she's too busy clenching her fists so hard they shake. "Why should I believe that?"

"Go check it out," he's practically whispering in her ear.

"Hey-" it's too late though he's already got a hand on her arm, freezing her.

He grins, "I look forward to working together, Artemis."

He plants a kiss on her cheek, dangerously close to her lips since there's nothing she can do about it being frozen.