A/N: IF YOU HAVE NOT READ "He's Not the Only One," IT IS HIGHLY RECOMMENDED THAT YOU DO. THE PLOT OF THIS STORY IS A SEQUEL TO THE ABOVE MENTIONED FANFICTION.
VERY IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE BELOW
New poll: Who should be this story's Robin? (The default is Tim Drake, should there be no votes. Poll opens tomorrow, but for now you can view the amount of votes on the previous story poll: What should be my next Young Justice fanfic?)
Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice, DC, or any other references/allusions. If I did, I would not squeal like a happy little girl who got asked by the hottest guy in school to prom, every single time I watched a new Young Justice episode. Sad, but true.
Claimer: I do, however, own Bluejay, the nickname Badger (sorta), and my sense of humor. Be jealous.
***Artemis' POV***
(Takes place the day after the last chapter of "HNOO" [He's Not the Only One])
We let Red Arrow get away. I guess it was the right thing to do, since he was innocent. The team, however, was a different story.
I grinned at the upside down Boy Wonder in front of me, and, by suggestion of Kid Flash, had taken away his utility belt and gloves. He was hung upside down by ropes and handcuffed with his arms behind his back. It hadn't been easy to get him into a position to do it, but we had managed after about thirty minutes (and one of us had super speed and the other had a weapon pointing in his face. You'd think it wouldn't take as long, but it did).
Superboy sat beside him, bound by cables and beside him sat a small amount of kryptonite, though where Wally had gotten it was beyond me. It was enough to weaken him so that he couldn't burst through the cables, but not enough to hurt him.
Kaldur and Megan had escaped our capture by running to the bioship, but when they came back, we were sure to capture them.
Bluejay, smart little ex-protégée that she was, had disappeared into Happy Harbor, disguised.
I look wearily at Wally, who sat beside me, fingering his goggles. We were sitting against the wall in the training room, where our hostages were bound and awaiting our verdict. Whatever it was.
"What do we do now?" I ask the red head, who only shrugged in answer.
"I'm not sure. I guess we could torture Robin on camera."
"Nah, I'm not really in the mood."
"We could force him to say he liked Zatanna, though."
"Knowing Batman, he's been trained to resist interrogation and torture."
"True."
"Besides, if we forced him to say he liked Zatanna, he'd get really pissed and when Daddy Bats came to save him, Baby Bats would kill us."
"You know I can hear you, right?" Robin called from his spot. He had already tried bending and moving his arms to grab a hold of the rope holding him to climb up, earning him a well deserved whack from Wally, and a Shame on you, Robbie-poo notion.
"Good!" Wally called back, half laughing. "You're supposed to." He leaned back heavily against the wall, and I couldn't help but notice how is arm was pressing into my shoulder. Damn that growth spurt. It had seemed like overnight he had gained two inches on me, and I wouldn't be surprised if it did happen overnight.
"Well."
"So…" I bite my bottom lip and I sneak a sideways glance at the speedster. His flame red hair was slightly disheveled and windblown, and his bright summer grass green eyes were locked on a spot across the room. His mouth was tweaked into a little half smile, the corners of his mouth coming up on the left side just a little bit, and a lot on the right, causing my heart to skip a beat, but I swallowed away the emotions.
"I should be getting home." I say abruptly, pushing myself up.
Wally's eyes are clouded for a minute, before jumping to me and he jumps up to his feet. "What? Oh," he freezes when his swinging arm touches my hand. "You know, I could probably run you home if you wanted me to. I could get you home in ten seconds flat."
"No."
"Artie, you can't keep your identity secret forever."
"Watch me." I turn on my boot clad heel and walk out of the room, with Wally following me, and a faint Boy Wonder calling after us, "Don't stay out too long, you lovebirds!" which I promptly chose to ignore.
"Well, if you're leaving…"
"I am."
"I should probably untie Rob and Superboy, huh?"
"Yeah, you probably should."
Wally shuffles his feet, reminding me of something Rob had told me one day when Kid Idiot had walked away from an awkward moment in the kitchen. Fast with his feet, not so much with his mouth.
"Well, au revoir*." I give a little wave and step into the Zeta-tubes. As the strangely familiar voice** notes my recognitions with an "Artemis, B07," a bright flash blinds me and I'm zapped away again to Gotham City.
A/N: Not my best work, I might note, but for the first chapter of a sequel: not too shabby.
*http:/www. s8 .org /gargoyles/ askgreg/ search .php ?sid=577488&qid=13440&ppp=1 Artemis is official able to speak English, Vietnamese and French.
**Stephanie Lemelin voices both Artemis and the Computer
THE IMPORTANT STUFF:
1. No dissing Tim Drake. EVAR.
2. No dissing Spitfire/Waltermis (see #4). This is a Spitfire fanfic for a reason. I didn't write this to get people saying, 'Well, why don't you write some KFxRob? They're so adorable.' (See #5)
3. I'm fourteen in high school, not forty with a degree in English. Of course there are going to be grammar mistakes. Get over it.
4. I believe there is a difference between Spitfire and Waltermis. Spitfire involves Wally/Kid Flash and Artemis C./Artemis' arguments with slight romance, but can involve other aspects. Waltermis is any story between the two not involving their arguments, which may be out of character (OOC).
5. I don't do slash.
6. I'll take requests any day, but mostly for the one shot to be published in the future.
7. Can someone explain to me how you become a Beta?
