Eight months had passed. All eight were spent in his trophy room, handling the arrow that she had once used to save their lives.
M'Gann kept coming in with food, but she barely touched it. They were all sad, sure, but Artemis was devastated in all ways, shapes, and forms.
But that day, Nightwing ran in. She would never forget the look on his face that day. One of shock. One of pain, but hope. And in that instant, she knew. Since that day, they had had a Zeta Tube installed in the Arctic. 'Just in case'. She had never been so grateful for precautionary measures. Nightwing opened his mouth, but she had already run out. Running as fast as she could, she went to the zeta tube.
Panting as the tube teleported her, she did not care that she was in a t-shirt and jeans.
His uniform was in ribbons, his goggles were shattered, he was practically skin and bones, but he was grinning widely as he sank to his knees, panting for breath.
Everyone was crying, but Artemis didn't hear it as she fell into the snow, crying, cussing, calling him an idiot, and kissing him all at once.
And that day, a heavy burden lifted from everyone's hearts. And Artemis dead-bolted their door, promising that he wouldn't leave for at least three months. No one doubted it.