I did something that I know that I'd soon regret. I let my insanity take over. A smile spread across my lips as I stabbed my so called father in the shoulder. He's the reason I'm like this. His training and abuse literally drove me crazy. It was always in a deep end of my head, but. I always swore never to let it take over.
I twist the blade that was in his shoulder and my grin turned in to a full sadistic smile when he started groaning in pain. I took the knife out and stabbed his calf before taking it out and put it back in his shoulder. I decided to give his other shoulder attention as well, so I stuck one of my explosive arrows in it before twisting it in deeper. "Have fun in hell." I cackle then walk out the warehouse as he throws curses at me. I start a count down once I reached a nearby building rooftop. "3,2,1 boom" I whisper just as the building explodes. A light haze clouds my mind and I squint at the building in confusion.
"A bit dramatic don't you think." Someone says behind me, which cause me to get in a fighting stance.
"Who the fuck are you?" I question the guy in a red helmet.
"You'll learn in due time." He states like he knows something I don't.
"What the hell does that mean?" I growl in annoyance.
"Exactly what I said." He remarks. "What finally made you kill the bastard?" He walked closer, with curiosity in his voice, which made me notch an arrow. Something wasn't right. I then notice how his fingers are dangerously close to the gun in his utility belt. "Calm down blondie I just came to talk."
"Bullshit." I glare at him, pulling the arrow farther.
"Smart." He comments before pulling out two guns and aiming them at me. "You shoot I shoot."
I hurry up and shoot three arrows at him before jumping away to avoid his bullets. I don't know what drove me to do something so idiotic, but the rush I feel makes it worth it. One of his bullets grazes my shoulder while another shot through my leg. The pain was nearly unbearable. Nearly. Before I knew it, he flipped over me and kept a gun cocked at my head.
"You win." I smirk in amusement.
"I always do. Now you're going to do what I say or I'm going to blow your brains out."
"What makes you think that I'd care."
"Your files." He says as I stiffen. "Talia Talks very highly of you. The best assassin she had working for her."
"I never killed." I state firmly wincing at the pain in my leg.
"And you believe that? Do you ever do something, but not remember afterwards? I bet you don't even know why you're even up here fighting me." I say nothing and he begins chuckling lightly. I used that moment to swipe my legs under his feet and then I ran to the nearest zeta tube. It seemed like Nightwing and Kidflash already at the cave and when they noticed me they panicked.
"Holy shit! Artemis what happened? " Wally zoomed in front of me, eyes wide with worry.
"Shit Arty you've been shot." Nightwing notices and puts my arm around his shoulder and Wally does the same.
"It's nothing I just came to patch myself up."
"Nothing my ass, do you even know if the bullet is out of your leg?" I remain quiet as he sighs in annoyance. "Where we're you? Who did this?" Nightwings voice is deadly serious which made me gulp. I thought back to earlier that night. I remember where I was, but not why. What the hell was I doing on that rooftop? How did he guy with the helmet even know I wouldn't remember? Did he do something to me?
"Some guy in a red helmet and biker jacket." I answer.
I noticed Dick pale a bit, just a bit because bats aren't supposed to pale. Right? But Dick was a bird, not a bat. Can birds even pale? I should Google that later.
"Did he say anything to you Ba-Arty." Wally swallows the urge to call me babe. I broke up with him a few months ago. He wanted to be a hero for as long as possible, but I wanted to retire from heroism to settle down and attempt to be normal. I wouldn't be able to live with the pain if Wally died. Of course it resulted in a fight and ended with tears.
"Not really, he just attacked me." I lied smoothly. Being on the team gave me the ability to lie; really good. Or maybe it was from my assassin training? Regardless, I'm still not sure if that's a good thing yet. In this case it is.
Once we reach the medical bay, they set me down on the examination table. Nightwing got to work cleaning my wounds and removing the bullet. It stung, a lot. That's a lie, it hurt like hell. It didn't help that Wally was just watching from the corner like a creep. I could see it now, really with his red creep stache and disturbing grin. I shudder at the thought.
Glad I dodge that bullet. Speaking of dodging of bullets, I really wished I dodged this one, who knew it would hurt this much to remove it. Next time I see red helmet I'm gonna give him a good ass kicking.
"Artemis stop squirming." Nightwing scolded mother like.
"Wally stop staring." I mock Dicks tone and the ginger looked away flustered, muttering something that I couldn't hear. We haven't fought as much since we broke up. No we haven't fought at all. Is it bad to miss that? It's completely normal, right?
"Hurry up." I dragged in an annoyed tone.
"If you stop moving I can finish faster."
"But it hurts." I pout.
"Artemis." The ex-boy wonder warns.
"Yes mom." I grin. I started calling him mom last year when I noticed how much of a mother he was. He was caring, sweet, and good with children. I'm the exact opposite. I'm rude, mean, and hate kids (kids hate me...).
"Done I just need to clean and stitch the wound."
"Oh joy." I roll my eyes.
"I could just let it get infected." Dick glares at me. I gulp and shake my head no before sighing. This is going to be a long night.