Author's Note: This is my very first fanfiction ever. I know, terribly exciting stuff. Anyway, this is really just to practice, so please let me know what you think, even if you hated it. I was kind of vague on the background details for this one, so please tell me if that made things difficult to understand. And if you have prompt requests or challenges or something for me, message me at my tumblr (bloodandgutsinhighschool). Thanks for your time!
"You're an idiot, you know that?" Artemis said, more to his wrist than to him. It had only been a few weeks since Wally had his cast taken off, and yet he'd already managed to sprain his wrist.
"Hey," Wally began, "it's hard to fight the forces of evil without risking the safe recuperation of your arm. Besides, I hurt my wrist saving you from Poison Ivy's mutant zombie plant." He paused. "You're welcome for that, by the way," he added with a smirk.
"You're ridiculous," she sighed as she leaned back into the wall. "You were hardly saving me. I was fighting her off when you got yourself tangled in her vines. You sprained your wrist trying to writhe your way out."
"Hey, I distracted her, didn't I? I'd count that as a clear assist to you taking her down."
She laughed, and Wally realized he could count on his fingers the number of times she'd laughed at his jokes. (Which of course was obviously a fault on her part, he noted, because his jokes were great.) It was a nice laugh, too, a sort of breathy chuckle that rose higher than her normal voice. There was a certain sense of satisfaction in making her laugh, even if the joke was at his own expense.
There was a brief pause, when both of them figured out that the conversation topic of Wally's coordination, or lack thereof, had essentially been exhausted.
"You know Wally," Artemis said, breaking Wally's train of thought, "you're really not that completely horrible."
"Really?"
"Well, yeah. I mean, you're still annoying and oblivious and incapable of functioning socially, but I guess you're a nice enough person, overall. Heart's in the right place kind of thing." She looked at him and glared. "If you tell anyone I said that, I'll deny it."
Wally laughed. He hadn't expected anything else from her. "See? I knew that even you would eventually come around to embracing my undeniable charm and charisma," he responded, opening his arms, as if his body physically couldn't contain all this charm.
"Don't push it. And seriously, don't tell anyone or I will slaughter you and everything you love," she replied flatly.
"Fine... But I guess, you know, you're not bad, either." She really wasn't. Looks-wise, Wally realized, she was better than not bad. Pretty even, if he thought about it for a second. Her hair was long and her eyes were savage, in a way that screamed tough but whispered sweetheart. And she was clever, talented, and (though he'd never admit it out loud) could probably knock him out if she wanted to. Which she hadn't, yet. Wally was looking at her eyes, an uncommon steely shade of grey, when he noticed she pushed herself on the wall.
"This is a bad idea," she mumbled to herself. "A really, really bad idea."
"What is?"
She kissed him.
