Her Mask
Author's Note: I just wanted to try posting here since this is practically where I was first introduced to Young Justice and fan fiction. This is technically not my first story, you can check my other stories somewhat related to this in my wattled account; clickbait_
Artemis stared at the green mask laid on their bed, it held more memories than anyone had realised.
It all dated back to when the team had first fought the Amazo, she may have not made her presence known, but she was there. It was also the first time she had seen Kid Flash in person, after all those years of being surveillance by her father's watchful eye.
Her father had reminded her countless of times, saying the same line for as long as she could remember. Even his allies and colleagues started to catch up with the line.
"Freedom is overrated."
Surprisingly enough, it was true. Once reality hits you like a thousand bricks, you'll start to realize, freedom isn't actually a thing. Cause in the end, you'll always manage to go back to square one.
The same thing had happened when her and Wally went into retirement, despite not touching the mask for five years, everything hero related seemed to come back to them no matter where they are.
And here she is, suffering the consequences from the mask.
Her mask.
