This isn't supposed to be a single continuous story, just a collection of oneshots and vignettes. I like to think that Robin makes a game of bugging Artemis on a regular basis, just to see how much he can get away with before she starts to notice how familiar he is.

It started annoyingly enough.

One moment she was stammering like an idiot to Bette, the next he was taking her picture, and the next he was gone. It all happened within the space of two blinks, barely enough time to get a good look at his face.

"Who was that?" Artemis had asked, bewildered.

"A freshman," Bette had told her, somewhat dismissively. "Ignore him." Not the most informative of answers, but Gotham was a large school full of people wearing the same clothes. Moreover, they weren't even in the same year. In all likelihood, she reasoned, they would never cross paths again.

Then it happened again the next day. Artemis was in the cafeteria during lunch, her tray balanced in her hands, looking around for a place to sit. How was she supposed to do this? Back at her old school, she'd had a small but very consistent circle of friends to sit with during lunch, during break, and during the moments in which they should have been in class but weren't. Here, she knew exactly one person that she had known since... yesterday.

"Over here, Artemis!" Bette called from a nearby table. Spotting the other sophomore, Artemis hid her relief and joined her. Oh, well. Yesterday was better than never, after all.

Artemis slid into the seat next to her potential new friend, before examining the contents of her tray. If there was one thing that she was glad of when it came to her new school, it was that the cafeteria food actually looked edible. Maybe even, dare she say it, appetizing. She was about to test this when—

"Hey, again." And there he was again, standing at her left shoulder as though he'd been there the whole time.

The archer jumped.

As a trained costumed hero, she prided herself on being alert, but this kid might as well have teleported to her side. She gaped at him as he gave her a prize-winning toothy smile.

"Just wanted to say welcome to Gotham Academy," he practically chirped. He glanced at her tray. "Teriyaki chicken? Good choice."

Artemis glanced down at her tray instinctively, to discover that the slice of pound cake was missing. "Hey—" she began, turning to demand its return.

The kid was gone.

Artemis turned back to Bette, who was rolling her eyes heavenward. "Did you see him—?" She broke off, scoffing in irritation. "Seriously, who is that kid?"

"He's annoying," Bette replied flatly. "Just try not to pay attention to him. Really, Artemis, he'll just keep getting on your nerves unless you ignore him."

Bette was nice enough, and Artemis liked her, but that was not the answer to her question. Moreover, Artemis was not one to simply "ignore" a random, preppy-looking kid who could ninja his way around almost as well as Robin (and only almost; whatever Kaldur seemed to think, she was perfectly capable of maintaining her loyalties while attending school, thank you).

"No, really, who is he?" Artemis pressed.

"I'm surprised you don't recognize him," Bette told her. "He's Richard Grayson. Everyone calls him Dick, though." She turned back to her own lunch tray.

"Fitting," Artemis said sourly. It took her a moment to remember why she should know the name Dick Grayson. "Oh! That's... whoa." She blinked. "Seriously? Bruce Wayne's kid?" The adopted son of the man whose charity foundation got me into this place? Surprise turned to annoyance. "Ugh. You mean I just let one of the richest kids in this school steal my cake?" Secretly, she was mortified. Her teammates must never find out that she let some spoiled rich kid get the jump on her.

Bette glanced back at her, then past her, and blinked. "Well, not exactly..."

Artemis followed Bette's gaze, and blinked as well. The small plate of pound cake sat by her left elbow, untouched. "That... was not there when he left," was all Artemis could think to say.

Bette smiled, a little too sweetly. "I think he likes you."

"Great," Artemis muttered, returning the plate to her tray. "My second day of school and I already have a mini-stalker."

"You like her."

"Whoa," Dick protested, shifting slightly to lean away from his friend. "That is... wow. Not even close, Barbara."

"Don't try to deny it," Barbara advised casually.

"Hey, I'm allowed to tease the new kid," Dick informed her, a bit more defensively than he'd intended. "It's part of the high school experience."

"You like her," Barbara repeated, in that same matter-of-fact tone.

"I do not!" Well, truthfully, he did. It was hard not to like someone who'd saved his life on multiple occasions. Just... not in the way Barbara was implying.

"Yes, you do."

"You're jumping to—"

"So you're teasing her to get her attention."

"That's not what I—!"

"That's very childish, Dick."

"Barbara!"

In the end, Dick gave up. Let her think whatever she wanted. If she thought he was teasing a crush rather than trolling an oblivious superhero teammate, well, then maybe that was a good thing.

Besides, Dick thought with an inward smirk, Artemis was great and all, but Wally would kill him if he tried anything.