Batman gave her the shot.
"You can't lie to us, now." The Team regarded it's former ally, now captive, cautiously.
She hawked and spat blood, from where Superboy had punched her.
"No shit, Sherlock. How'd ya figure that one out, Mr. Dark knight?"
Eyes widened all around the room. Batman did not allow himself to react.
"What do you know?"
And so she told them everything. She knew more than they'd been expecting, more than they'd allowed themselves to hope she could.
"How do you know all this?" Kaldur couldn't stay quiet anymore.
"I have bad blood." She rolled her eyes at them.
"Why didn't you tell us any of this before?" Batman's voice was hard. HE wasn't done the interrogation.
She laughed harshly, coldly, without any hint of real mirth.
"I didn't tell you for the same reason I sleep with a knife under my pillow each night. I didn't tell you because I don't trust you. And, I never have. Sure, I know the oath we've all taken, but I also know exactly how easy it is to lie. But don't take it personally. I don't trust anyone. Never will."
Silence, only broken by the sound of Kid Flash stepping forward slowly. Nobody could look at the two of them, him with all that hurt in his eyes, and her so cold.
"Y- you don't trust me?" his voice broke a little
She looked away, and Batman realized that the shot was wearing off. He gave her another. Wally deserved to hear this.
"I don't." Her voice was calm, and slightly shakey. "In fact, you terrify me. Superman, Batman, hell, even Wonder woman, it's clear they're strong. It's obvious that they're powerful, because it's physical. But you? Your so skinny beggars'd give you food. You don't seem tough, but you could do anything, to anybody, and they might never know."
Kid Flash just stared, and wondered what had made her into this.
"You frighten me Wally, because of your potential. I cannot trust you."
With that, she refused to speak any more.
Artemis woke up with a start, head flying off her 'pillow,' the arm of the couch.
Goddammit, was she never going to get a good night's sleep?
Black Canary would talk to her, she knew, push a little more for her to tell the others.
Instead of having it end up like that dream.
But she wouldn't, couldn't. Once Wally got hold that she'd told one lie, he'd tease the truth out of her until she snapped, and told him.
The fear bubbled up again, and she pressed it back.
What would they do with her then?
"Artemis needs someone she can talk to. Someone who will understand what it's like from her point of view." Black Canary stared at the girl, completely serious.
She rolled her eyes.
"Listen to yourself! 'her point of view?' I sleep with a semi-automatic machine pistol under my pillow each night! Cool, we have the same trust issues. Lets be friends."
Her tone made the superhero wince.