A/N: For Traught Takeover on Tumblr. Part of a huge ass headcanon between me and my friend. Please review!

Stuck

It didn't really hit him until she had the graduation gown on.

She was going to be gone.

That Artemis Crock wasn't going to be his Gotham buddy anymore. That she was going to be all the way across the country—with his best friend, but he honestly hadn't realized that part yet—whilst he was going to be stuck. In Gotham.

She was graduating and moving on in her life and all Dick could do is be stuck. Stuck at Gotham Academy. Stuck on the fact that she was going to be gone. There was going to be no more Artemis and him study parties or sleepovers that would cause Bruce to throw him side glances because why-is-his-son-having-a-sleep-over-with-three-girls or him buying Artemis random objects just to make her angry. No. There wasn't going to be anymore of that because after she moves onto California and goes to college she's not going to bother remembering the stupid freshman that was always a nuisance to her.

For some reason that just bothers Dick to no end.

He doesn't want to be a forgotten friend that helped her through the annoyance that is high school. He doesn't want her to forget Dick Grayson.

She'll remember Robin. She'll remember Robin coming into her window during obscene times during the night to have her patch up a cut on his calf or just for some of her hot chocolate—there's something that she puts in it that makes it better.

But it isn't Robin who he wants her to remember him as—he wants her to remember Dick Grayson. Maybe it's a strange request, but there's a difference between Robin and himself now. Robin was a child. He was young and immature and slowly growing more distant between who Dick Grayson is now.

It's more, though.

Besides the fact that there's the plus side that Dick Grayson is allowed to like Artemis Crock because she is not Dick Grayson's best friend's girlfriend.

Loopholes have always been one of his favorite things to exploit.

That's beside the point, though.

There's more history between the two of them. Sure, between Robin and Artemis there's missions and training, but he doesn't want that. He doesn't want their life to be around that. He doesn't want her to look at him and remember that one time on a mission for the Shadows where she was nearly forced to leave the Team or look at him and know of all of the scares that aren't visible because of his sleeves.

He wants to give her normalcy—maybe even he wants normalcy for himself. He doesn't want her to look at him and know the pain he goes through or for her to be reminded of a loss. Maybe one day—if there is a one day—he will have to show her underneath his collar, but right now, he prefers for Artemis to look at him and see her stupid French buddy who makes inappropriate innuendos in French and see the boy who seems to always have trouble with his English papers and think of that boy who may have put her skirt for school in the drier so it would be noticeably shorter or see the boy that always offered her a ride home from school or maybe see that he's the kid that would take her out for milkshakes when she pouted about something in her other life.

He wants her to remember Dick Grayson.

Watching her cross the stage and shake hands with numerous members of the faculty, he knows by this time tomorrow and the next day and all the days after that that she won't think of Dick Grayson once. She will be across the country, trying to live a normal life with the man she loves, and she won't spare a second to think about Dick Grayson, the stupid freshman.

He just wants her to remember the picture.

He just wants her to remember him.