A/N: I really loved "Disordered", but I didn't like the way they left Wally's and Artemis's therepy session uncomplete.
Artemis sat on the chair with her arms folded across her chest and glared at Black Canary. "Look, me dying in the exercise might've made things go south, but I was 'Coma Girl'. Missed out on the fun of forgetting it wasn't for real, so no trauma. No need for the shrink wrap."
"You're too tough to need help?"
"Whatever. Maybe." The girl pulled her knees up to her chest, creating a barrier between herself and her trainer.
"Or maybe too tough to admit you need help." She sat forward, waiting for an answer. "Artemis, it's not a sign of weakness to your friends."
She dug her fingers in her arm and mumbled, "I know."
"But you still keep secrets."
"You can't tell them! You can't!"
"I won't but you should." The blonde archer looked at her in frustration. "You should really start with that you're really not Green Arrow's niece."
"Yeah right," she scoffed. "Can you imagine what Wally would do with that?"
The blonde woman looked at her questioningly. "So, the person that you're most worried about is Wally?"
"Of course I'm worried about Wally; he's the one who's always picking on me." She gripped the chair's arm rests tighter. "He points out every mistake I make and throws them at my face. Then, he mentions Speedy being on the team and how it would've been better that way. Let's face it...he hates me."
"No, he doesn't" Black Canary said. "From what I know, he tried to convince himself you were still alive. You weren't just 'Coma Girl'; Wally cared about you...everyone did." The whole room was silent for a moment. Artemis looked at the floor.
"There's no way I'd be able to tell them. If they knew who I really am and what I've done, he—they would've been glad I was dead. I'm just another villain that they would cross out from their wanted list, nothing more." She took a deep breath. "Maybe Wally was right...I don't deserve being on the team."
"Artemis, don't say th—"
"I need some fresh air." She walked away, feeling worse than ever.
A/N: Thanks for reading.