Ugh. My head hurts. Artemis tried to bring her hands to her head, only to find her wrists tied. Her eyes snapped open, only to be met with darkness. Heavy breaths shook her frame. Stay calm, it's not like you haven't been in this situation before. But then again, you could always see the person. She tried to slow her breathing. Come on Arty, get traught. Relax and take stock. Tied wrists and ankles, blindfold, and is that a… Yep, it's a gag. No quiver, no belt, wait, I'm in my civvies! So no fancy moves, damn it. Oh, and I'm not even in comfy civvies, stupid academy. She shifted her weight, trying to get in a better position to get one of the many bobby pins out of her hair. Maybe they left me in the open, there's a definite breeze going. Maybe the team will find me… If they're even searching. Footsteps sounded in the small space, and a voice that would make her blood freeze spoke.

"Hey there baby girl."

.-.-.

"Rob, you seen Arty?" Wally walked into the mountain, calling over the last chords of the computer.

"YOU IDIOT!" Out of nowhere, he was suddenly attacked by various tools he knew only the Boy Wonder would use. Thinking on his feet, he got out of the main hall and sped into the kitchen, hiding behind M'gann.

"I'm not protecting you." She simply stated, giving the boy a small glare.

"Why not?" He tried to remain behind the girl as the small bird stalked into the room.

"Artemis hasn't come back in three weeks." With that, she disappeared, leaving Wally on his own.

Robin spotted the speedster, and dove across the counter, pulling Wally back up with him.

"What. Did. You. Do?" His voice was a low growl that would make even the bravest and the craziest people terrified. It made Wally vibrate to the point where he started to go through his best friend's hand.

"Oh no, you don't." Robin shook him roughly, making Wally stop for a moment, terrified. "You drove Artemis away, and then she disappears from everywhere. Even school! She hasn't shown up in a week. And I stopped by her apartment, her mom was missing and the door was busted in, but no, this is Gotham, it's just another missing person, not like anyone cares! And you know what, I found a note. From Sportsmaster! He knew she was messed up, and you're the cause of all this, so you and I are going to track him down, and you are going to apologize to her. Got it?"

Wally's eyes were wide. He had never seen Robin like this, but what really scared him were the words coming out of his mouth. Missing? Disappeared? Sportsmaster? He was surprised she had ever let her guard down enough to get kidnapped. Or did something else… no! It couldn't have. He was sure of it.

"Wait, you said you found a note."

"Yes Wally. A note. On her bed. Next to her bow. Which was broken." Robin's grip tightened on Wally's shirt, he wasn't willing to let him go now.

"So, let me see it." Robin looked at him for a moment, as if unsure if Wally even cared enough. Finally deciding, he pulled out a paper that looked as if it had been stuck hastily in his belt.

The letter was written on a torn piece of binder paper, as if Sportsmaster had just reached into Artemis' backpack and pulled out the first paper he found. This was evident in the doodles of bows, arrows, and lighting flashes? Wally shook his head, taking his eyes off the pictures. The handwriting was atrocious, and he could barely make it out.

Little heroes

I know you will come looking for my daughter eventually. And if it's not you, it'll be that godforsaken Bat. She is not coming back to your little "junior justice league," at least, not in one piece. It's too late for you to do anything now, she's mine, and you aren't getting her. Not again.

Sportsmaster

Wally shook his head again. This was not happening.

"You don't have any way to track her?" Wally looked at Robin in hope.

"He took off all of her trackers, even the one in the necklace I gave her. And she didn't even know that one was there." Robin's seemed slightly depressed, Wally could tell it was affecting him more than he would like.

"Hey, dude, it's not your fault." Wally laid a hand on Robin's shoulder, still trying to work out of the death grip the kid had on his shirt.

"But I should be able to track her." Robin shook his head again. "I mean, what can we do when her covers his tracks so well even Batman can't find him, and the trail is over a week late?"

"We just have to wait."

So, I got an overwhelming amount of replies demanding I continue. I hadn't really had anywhere to go, but thank you Spitfire163 for giving me inspiration. And thank you to everyone who reviewed.