Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice.

Author's Note: I mostly post my stories on tumblr, but I decided to start posting some of them here because I feel the Young Justice section could use a bit lightening up. This drabble is inspired by the tales of Robin Hood rather than the Disney movie, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

Drabble: Robin Hood

He had warned his cousin not to go through these woods.

But as usual, Bart was impatient to arrive at his grandfather's house, and decided that taking a shortcut through the infamous woods of Nottingham would be just fine. They were traveling with ten other men after all. And they had horses and weapons and were good at fast-paced travel. They would get through the woods quicker than a knife through a ham. What could go wrong?

Nothing, really. Just getting captured by the bandits known as the Merry Men.

They had ambushed them good. It was dark, they banged pots and pans to get the horses frightened, and there were arrows everywhere. The company didn't stand a chance.

Now they were being led forward, arms and eyes tied by rope and blindfolds, to these bandits' secret hideout. Not for the first time, Wally wished that the whole concept of "rank and nobility" could just go hang itself. It was his younger cousin's rank and nobility that had pushed them into the hands of these hooligans.

"Would you please stop pushing me?" he snapped at whoever was shoving him around. "My own feet can get the job done, thanks."

An extra hard shove was his only answer.

"It's okay, cousin," Bart piped up somewhere near his left. He sounded blase about the whole being captured thing, but Wally knew better. "Everything will be just fine. What could go-"

"Say that one more time and I'll spare these guys the trouble of finishing you off," he growled.

All of a sudden there was a harsh tug on his arm as he was forced to a stop. Before he could even ask what was going on now, his blindfold was loosened and he could see that they were in the middle of some sort of camp. There were tents and fires all placed in a circle, and even a couple of dogs.

"Who said anything about finishing you off?" Before Wally could respond, the bandit next to him pulled off the leafy mask covering her face.

Yes, her.

In the light of the fire, she looked almost ethereal. She had long, golden hair and grey eyes that seemed to be laughing at him, so much that he bristled. "I take it you're the one responsible for our prime treatment?"

She smirked. "The name's Artemis. And you're welcome."

"I don't recall saying thanks," Wally responded, arms growing stiff.

"Oh, you will," the girl- Artemis- declared as the other bandits removed their own masks. His jaw dropped open, and he could vaguely see his cousin do the same thing from where he was tied up. "Because you will be receiving the best entertainment Nottingham has to offer."

"I thought you guys were called the Merry Men," Wally objected as he sat beside this Artemis. He and the other captives were treated- ha!- to roast venison and beans while some of the bandits laughed and performed tricks one would find in a carnival. They twirled and danced and did cartwheels and flipped off horse's backs.

And they were all women.

"It's not our fault the wanted posters can't get the names right." She sounded amused at his indignation. "Though I can't really complain."

He continued gnawing on his third leg of venison and tried to keep himself from looking her over out of the corner of his eye, from noticing that she was just a bit pretty for someone who robbed people for a living. He tried not to remember the coyness of her tone earlier when she claimed, 'This one will be the guest of honor for tonight,' and sat him right beside her as the festivities began, a slim hand resting slightly on his leg and no further.

All these thoughts were just leading to very bad ideas.

"You eat a lot, even for a noble," Artemis noted, and he turned to glare at her. "What? It's true."

"And you're sure going through a lot of trouble providing such fun for your captives," he said. He put down the rest of his food. "Now how will the real fun start? With arrows or swords?"

She grinned and held up a large purse, which he realized with horror had his own family crest. "This is the real fun. You didn't think that this was all free, did you?"

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