AN: Hey, remember way back when I reached 100 reviews and promised a one-shot? Well, because I'm a horrible person, I never delivered until now.

I've had this idea for a while now, ever since an anon requested it. Well, this takes place while Artemis is going through her selection of songs (somewhere midway in Chapter 26) and she finds a video.

Thanks to my beta TooCreative4Life!

Disclaimer: I hate these things. I don't own YJ or Sexy Back, they belong to their rightful owners.

Artemis was permanently scarred for life.

When she had found a video, of all things, in her collection of songs, she knew something was up. So she had nonchalantly risen from her place beside a snoring Wally and calmly walked to her room at the Cave. Only when she arrived did she plop down on her bed and let a wide grin betray her excitement.

Unfortunately, her excitement was somewhat...misplaced. The moment she hit the play button, she knew something was off. First off, Whisper wasn't in the band room where he usually configured his songs; he was in his bedroom. Also, a devious smirk that usually meant trouble highlighted his face, setting off all of Artemis' inner alarms.

Then of course, there was the fact that he was dressed in a neon green sweat suit.

On the video, music started to play. {Insert Sexy Back by Justin Timberlake} It was peppy, techno, and positively alarming. Most of Whisper's songs had been...decent, but this was different. Artemis was convinced Whisper was trying his best to give her certain songs, recordings, and videos by the time Whisper started to sing.

Bringing sexy back?! The kid was only 13! He didn't even have a girlfriend and here he was, singing about wooing girls with his sexiness!

Not only was the choice of song absolutely mortifying, but of course Whisper just had to dance to it. It had started with a few outdated disco moves, but had quickly escalated into - oh dear Lord, was he twerking?

The archer could only stare openmouthed in horror - and a bit of delight at the amount of blackmail it would provide - as the song finished with Whisper tearing his sweatshirt over his head, revealing a skinny yet muscular chest, and collapsing to his knees, enthusiastically playing air guitar all the while.

The music faded and the screen turned to black, but Artemis' expression didn't changed. Her chest was shaking, caught somewhere between laughing and crying, and her eyes were opened as far as they could possibly go. Finally, shakily, Artemis clicked to go to the next song and slowly started to walk back toward the living room.

Yep, definitely scarred for life.

AN: Just a little humor. Hope y'all enjoyed! And remember, Dick never told any of them his birthday passed, so Arty still thinks he's 13.

-GSDLover