Disclaimer: I do not own YJ, or Artemis Crock, she belongs to DC. Comics.
Artemis walked cautiously up a pier in Lower East Gotham. She was quickly making her way to an old, abandoned warehouse that sat next to the bay. The soft light that came with midnight's moon shined down on her natural tan skin. It illuminated her long, honey blond hair that was braided down her back. She turned off the pier, reaching her destination as she walked to the side of the warehouse, where a small window was located.
The blonde woman used a crate to boost her petite stature high enough to shimmy in the window, brushing her hair carelessly over her shoulder, the braid now covering the dark green ink in the shape of an arrow. As her feet met the old, wooden boards that made the floor, she took a look around, admiring the colorful Wonderland themed walls. She smiled alittle; she had painted the walls herself as a child, having grown up there.
She made her way to a small office, her orange and black boots making the smallest of sounds as she carefully walked up the steps that led into the room. When she entered the room she moved over to the cherry red desk in the middle, glancing at a picture of her and her sister that was sitting on it, making a growl emit from her throat. She decided just to get what she came for and leave.
Artemis kneeled down, grabbing a satchel from the bottom door of the desk. Hearing footsteps behind her, she stood up, not turning to face the sudden intruder.
"Buzz off." She clicked her tongue. "Unless you want an arrow lodged deep in your temple."