A/N: This idea just came to me one day, and I was like... heck yeah! Let's do it! This is basically a rough first chapter. So basically the gist is: I think I have decided to tell it from the perspective from Artemis, because I haven't really sone much with her yet. So yeah... I really hope that you like it, and review on how you think the story should go and what you think will happen. Oo, and how I did. :)

Highly Juvenile: Chapter 1

The bell rang, echoing through the concrete hallways. She smiled darkly, that meant there was new meat to play with. Five of them already resided in the jail: herself, Wally, Conner, Megan, and Kaldur. But none of them were allowed to tell the others they're backstories, and if they did, well…

They were monitored all day, everyday, by an inhibitor collar around they're necks, she thought it was stupid, it was supposed to suppress their powers. Who the hell had powers here? Excluding Megan, she had green skin. Note: Don't laugh at her about it, or suggest high vegetable intake, because she will punch you.

She wasn't even sure if Kaldur was human because the dude had gills. Gills. On his neck, his hair was naturally blonde and his eyes were like silver. Literally- it scared her. Not that she would let him know that. He was probably the most civil out of all of them; he was often the person that broke up a fight before it even happened. Most often herself and Wally arguing about something that had nothing to do what they were really talking about.

She could hear the footsteps of the guard coming to collect her. They seriously needed to lay off the donuts because every time she heard the guards their footsteps they sounded like they added on a dinosaur of weight.

The footsteps stopped and she could hear the beep of the card being swiped and she stat up to get ready to be manhandled. Thankfully they had never met the warden of this place, or whoever was in charge here because if the guards are the lowlifes then they might be unbearable.

Her door slid open and a guard's silhouette could be seen. "Introduce yourself to the new guests." Artemis just rolled her eyes; she had learnt quickly that the guards here were picks that used the collars against them at whim. She would know, the first month here she never listened and she had to be taken into the med-bay to be treated for burns and one of her arteries had burst from the volts running through her body.

Sauntering out of her bed she walked and stood in front of the guard, waiting for him to put handcuffs on her, normal protocol. But she wasn't sure if at all juvies hey had full handcuffs that encased the bottom part of your arm and your hands. Not to mention she felt like they were lined of something heavy.

Violently being shoved forward she snarled and kept walking, not liking the fact that the guard had his hand far too low on her back to be guarding. And why the hell was this place so big? They only needed a detention place to be home to five people, to be more, and the security measures they placed here, she never expected to go to a place like this.

They reached the main door leading to the main room, figures right? The guard swiped his ID card and the door rose, the light in the room almost blinded her. Gasping as the guard threw her forwards onto the center ring, she bared her teeth at him menacingly before standing to get up.

She stood in line beside Kaldur, noticing that everyone was here to greet the newbies- that was a first. Another first was the presence of weird adults, who were all dressed weirdly in costumes, the only person that seemed to recognise them, or one of them, was Kaldur, who looked at the blonde scaly man with guilt and worry.

So, how many meat bags were crashing their party of five? She really needed new people to be the center of her mocking, Kaldur never let it get to him, Conner had random fits of rage, Megan cried whenever Artemis teased her, and Wally was just Wally.

The small door on the opposite side of the room opened and out marched three dark haired people, all of them with the usual orange jumpsuits, inhibitor collars, and handcuffs. Although, she noticed that the first girl had tape over her mouth and the boy had his handcuffs sealed with extra enforcements.

"Welcome to the highest juvenile detention facility in America. You will not be able to escape this complex. And for those of you who have meta-human abilities, the walls are lined with things specifically designed to neutralise them." Said the man with the big 'S' on his chest. Artemis scrutinised him; he looked like a complete American supporter, values in check, personality to be likeable… by most people. Not her.

"Kids, introduce yourselves." The lady in the star spangled underwear said. Artemis nearly yelled out to her to put more clothes on, this is a Juvie, not an American bar.

They started at the other end of the line, with Megan's smiling face greeting them and introducing herself, and boy she could be oblivious at times.

"Conner. Been here since independence day." The lone wolf huffed out, looking up at the man in the red cape with utmost annoyance. He quickly looked away when the man looked at him, meeting his gaze. And it was like Artemis was seeing double.

"Wally, I've been here since I was thirteen." He grinned, and eyeing the man in the red costume with the lighting bolt on his chest- Wally loved the man, or the Flash as everyone calls him. No clue why he was so obsessed with a fast man running around, but he was.

Kaldur spoke up and his silver gaze pierced holes right into their souls, "My name is Kaldur'Ahm, but you may call me Kaldur." Stepping back he nudged her after she hesitated, her sister's words in her head. It's every girl for herself.

"Artemis." There, she was happy with that. Short, snappy, mysterious and most of all, she wouldn't be getting a shock to her brain for that.

"Raquel." The first dark haired girl spoke, her brown eyes moving over them as she assed everyone. Her multiple piercings reflecting and somehow hurting their eyes even more than the room was. The next person to introduce herself was the girl with the taped up mouth, and because her mouth was taped up they introduced her for her.

Taped up mouth's name was Zatanna. Something odd for an odd person. Fitting.

The boy, who looked like he could be eleven, had the most unusual shade of blue eyes, and they seemed to be able to look into your soul while you could see nothing but a blue sea in his. "Robin." He said, quietly and hesitantly, almost as if he didn't want to tell them.

"Guards, show them to their new rooms and then we will begin our interviews shortly." The man dressed as a bat said, his voice cold and demanding. Artemis was suddenly reminded of her father, and she prayed to the heavens that this man wasn't like her father. For her sake, and everyone else's.

Before she could utter out a comment about any of the new meat bags she was being hauled away by two guards, figures, came in with one, leave with two. Because everyone is such a flight risk.

Huffing back down on her bed and listening for the guards to leave outside of her door she la back down, hands behind her head and legs folded on top of one another.

Something was going to happen. That was the first time they had ever seen those people, no matter how weirdly dressed they were, they were undoubtedly in charge and important. There was a man dressed as a bat, like seriously that's going to have to disappoint the family…

There was a man that looked exactly like Conner, or did Conner look like him? Don't know, but they were having an awkward look-anywhere-but-at-each-other moment. And the big 'S' on his chest was the same one that matched Conner's t-shirt he wore under the jumpsuits.

Aqualad seemed to know that the orange scaly one was in a figure of authority, and weirdly enough the scaly one had fins on his legs. So that basically confirmed her theory that Kaldur wasn't a normal human and was part fish, or something like that.

There was one dressed in green that carried a bow and arrow. Which only made her want for her prized weapons stronger. But that ridiculous goatee was like a crime against humanity. It was just a bit over the top. Like a lot, a bit.

The man that Wally seemed to smile and bow down at moved faster than normal, like blur fast. She had looked back and saw him run around the place checking everything out. And that was just not normal. Not normal at all. Wally seemed to catch it too because the next second he's neutral and the next he seems almost excited?

The one that drew her attention the most was the green man, like Megan, with glowing red eyes, not like Megan. He had a giant 'X' across his chest, which probably made him an easy target for assassins. That was just not good, for him or anyone else taking fashion advice from him.

Others that were there just were in really skimpy clothes or looked like nuns. Honestly, she couldn't see how they could stand each other if their fashion choices were totally opposites. It was like if Megan decided she actually liked Wally's flirting.

A rap at her door signal for her to get out and go to tutoring. Which was the equivalent to school here, and how did she know it was tutoring time? Because the insensitive ticking of the clock she had replaced over five hundred times told her that it was four o'clock.

So the clock told her it was four o'clock and she rolled her eyes and got up, because if she didn't they would push the red button to send a battalion of shocks through her body via the collar on her neck.

Giving the door one hard knock, she waited for the stupid guard on the other end to open it and cuff her. Which took a lot longer than she thought it would, and the minutes ticked by and her patience was wearing out.

Raising her fist to knock the door again she almost punched the person that had opened the door in the face. Not that she would have minded, not at all. It was that her surprise was obviously evident on her face, because it wasn't a guard standing there, it was the blonde man with the goatee and a Robin Hood obsession.

Before Artemis even thinks about what she should say, her mouth is moving and her voice is coming out of it. "Who the hell are you?" Inwardly beating herself up for the stupid slip, she kept her outside appearance neutral and waited for him to answer.

"Green Arrow, and you are needed in the training room." He said with a smile. She didn't know what annoyed her most at that point, the stupid goatee, or that no crap smile on his face. He acted like he was on top of the world and was living the dream. Which for her was getting out of his hellhole.

"Okay… Aren't you going to put cuffs on me?" Artemis asked, wondering if he was on drugs or something, because no one in their right mind would be smiling here, it was like the Arkham Asylum for teens.

"Why would I put cuffs on you? Oh… new protocol, no cuffs. Just follow. I am armed and yes- I know how to use a bow." He smiled; walking in a direction she had never been taken before, not even bothering to check she was following.

Flaring her nostrils she followed in obedience, telling herself that she was curious about where she was going. Curiosity killed the cat… Lucky a cat's got nine lives…

And once again she was having Jade related memories, no wonder Jade had an obsessions with the Cheshire Cat, it was just there and then gone. Just like Jade.

Well, her sister was always the better one at judging a character by it's cover, alone. Artemis her self absolutely sucked at it, her father had slapped her once for being to merciful. She was seven. Around her neighborhood you didn't mess with Lawrence Crock, or as the poor neighbors better knew him, Crusher Crock.

So she looked and tried to bring back up all those skills that had been drilled into her brain since birth. He was walking strongly, but still relaxed. Meaning… that he was relaxed? How the hell would she know? And that's normally when she gave up on reading people.

"How long have you been here, kid?" Green Arrow asked, still walking through the maze of corridors and rooms. Artemis nearly growled at him because of the misuse of the term 'kid'.

"My name is Artemis, not kid."

He chuckled, "Sorry, Artemis. How long have you been here?"

Hm… how long had she been here? She was admitted after Gotham Juvenile Detention couldn't handle her. Twice. So when she was around eleven. She had just turned sixteen a few weeks ago, and she never, ever, wanted a sweet sixteen party in her cell with Megan and three other boys that used it as an excuse to muck around in her room.

"Five years."

He let out a low whistle, "That's a long time, what did you get put in here for?"

"I am sorry. Under the persons contract, I am forbidden to disclose any information surrounding my entrance into Hell, other than my name and age." She smirked, finally glad that she had a legitimate excuse for not wanting to tell him. But he seemed to get the hint, for once, and shrugged it off.

Taking a left and typing a code in with his right hand, the door slid open. Revealing a metal encased room, with equipment everywhere, and her eyes finally found her best friend, her soul mate, her one true love, her bow and arrow.

And then her suspicious rose to extreme levels. This had to be some sort of test. After five years in this impenetrable dump they would surely not just give her a bow and arrow, something they knew she was most competent in.

Green Arrow chuckled, noticing the narrowing of her eyes, obviously she had trust issues. Or it was more like lack of trust in the people that 'ran' their place. "No joke kid, bow and arrow. The arrows aren't sharp if that's what you're wondering, you can't hurt anyone. They're suction."

"Nice to know you trust me." She scoffed, walking forward and gingerly reaching to pick up the bow. A thought slipped into her mind and she halted her actions. "You have a quiver on our back, do you shoot?"

"I do. But we're not here to talk about me. You want to shoot, so shoot." He said, leaving the room with a flourish. Artemis turned back to the set up right in front of her. They were tempting, very tempting. Not only was the archery range set up for her, but there were other set ups, all lining up next to each other blocked by an impenetrable wall of glass.

In the area next to hers there were gymnastics equipment set up. Uneven bars, a beam, a square mat on the floor big enough to do a tumbling routine, a ring set, a vault and a pummel. The next one over consisted of a pool- and from the looks of it, a very deep pool. The biggest area by far, was the one to her left, a whole sector for a running track, making half of the combined areas.

The weirdest by far, was the area that had random objects inside it, a car, a coin, a box of toys and a small red and black pod. There was also a led lined, at least that's what it looked like, room in the furthest corner of the complex, with dummies that looked like they were made out of concrete.

Setting her eyes back to the array of arrows and the compound bow that was hanging from the stand, she picked up the bow.

Strange.

She felt strange holding a bow again.

It was almost like the moment in the movies when the people who loved each other finally found each other again after years of separation, although there were the minor differences. For instance, she was pretty sure that a random bow she picked up would not have those feelings for her- or any bow for that matter.

Draw.

The movements came as instinct on her, like a lioness preying on a stray antelope in the grasslands of Africa. To her archery was like music. She would draw the string, and it would make a sound so minute that she was sure that she was the only one that could hear it.

Release.

The sound that accompanied the arrow flying towards it's intended target smoothed her. Her muscles relaxed, her breathing calmed- which was pretty ironic because she had been taught to do that all at the before shooting the arrow.

Thud.

The end of her song came with the satisfying thud of the arrowhead hitting the foam target. Lowering her bow down to her sides she smiles genuinely for the first time when she sees the bulls eye.

She loads her bow up more and more, releasing more and more arrows onto the targets around. Going in for the trick shots, rolling with her bow before untangling herself from the ball and aiming for three targets at the same time.

A buzzer goes and her heart falls almost immediately. It signals her time to leave the area, Green Arrow is already at the door assessing the damage done and waiting or her to follow him once again. She sets the bow down and walks with a heavy step towards him, she sets one more look into the area and notices the next one is already occupied.

Wally, who was missing the inhibitor collar around his neck. He looked like a child who had walked into a candy store for the first time, he must have felt her eyes on him because the next thing she knew he was pressed against the glass wall and waved at her.

She just shook her head, swearing in her head that he was ten meters away from that wall seconds ago. Before she could see anymore she was pushed out of the room and back into the corridor maze, really- it was just like the maze runner.

And maybe her feeling she had gotten before was right. Something big was going to happen soon, something huge and life changing. But maybe her initial intuition was wrong, something was happening for the better.

A/N: So... how did I do? Please leave a review so I can improve on my writing!

Thanks for reading and until next time!

-the missing x