Oh hey, didn't see ya there. Well this was supposed to be uploaded yesterday, but unfortunate my laptop likes being a pain in the ass and running out of battery AS I WAS SAVING. Anyways, sorry this is kinda short, but at least it's something! and give me feedback because this is kinda all I got... Tell me what YOU want to see! PM or Review with any ideas! ON TO THE STORY!

November 24, 22:38 EDT

The team sat in silence after the rooftop fiasco. M'gann floated and flew towards the kitchen, with Superboy following behind her. Robin stood, muttering something about his father needing him home and left via zeta tube. Aqualad was sitting in a chair, Thinker position, obviously in thought. This left Wally. He was sprawled on the couch staring at the ceiling. He was so still, some might say he was asleep with his eyes open. But he wasn't. The speedster actually had a mantra running laps in his mind. "Artemis. Artemis. Artemis. Artemis. Arte-"

"Wally?" He sat up to look at the Martian girl. Hesitating, she continued. "W-Would you like a snicker doodle? They- They just came out of the oven." She hovered and to the boy and landed in front of the couch, with a tray piled up with the cookies in her hands. She held the tray out. "No. No I don't want A FREAKIN' SNICKER DOODLE." Standing, he flipped the tray out of her hands and pushed past her. She knelt down, with tears in her eyes and body trembling, and began to clean up the broken sweets.

"UNCALLED FOR KID FLASH." He turned from the fridge to see Superboy seething behind him. "It wasn't her fault that Artemis got kidnapped! At least she tried to help, unlike you who was standing there like a MORON." Kid Flash was about to yell back, when he felt a shoulder stop him. "Fighting is not the answer. We are a team, who is short one member. Instead of yelling at each other like wild animals, I suggest we think of a plan to retrieve our lost friend." The redhead glanced at their leader. "I guess your right. Sorry babe. Now what's the plan?"

November 25, 01:04 EDT

"Ungh…. Where am I?" Artemis sat up from the icy cement to glance around. After her eyes adjusted to the dark atmosphere, she frowned. The grimy walls were coated with dirt and mud and…Is that blood? She wiped the dirt and dried blood from her head onto her pants. It seemed there was a huge gash on the side of her head where Sportsmaster slammed with his bat to knock her out. With a huge headache, she wobbled to stand. When she tried to push off the ground, she was immediately pulled back down. Her wrists and ankles were bounded together with rusty… and bloody shackles. "Great." She noticed she was in what looked like a renaissance jail cell. The hall only had a single torch to light the dark area, and had no windows. There was a single wooden bench against the opposite wall outside of the cell. "

"Where the hell does he find these places?" She heard a bellowing laugh. "Glad to see you're awake, my dear. Did you have a nice nap?" She glowered at her father. "Niceisn't the best choice of adjective." He smirked as he kicked a plate of bread underneath the cell door. ""I'm glad. Now I brought you this food. Eat up, or we can skip and go train." She hadn't realized how hungry she was. Her stomach yelled, no, begged to be fed. However, she hadn't been away from her father for that long. Artemis Crock was no idiot. "I'm not stupid. How do I know you didn't poison the food?" He grinned. "That's the beauty of it! You don't! Now eat, or we begin your training." The archer bit her lip. He was right. She didn't know whether or not he contaminated it with some twisted concoction of pills and chemicals. Better safe than sorry. "Train."

"That's my girl! I knew were smarter than you seem. I drenched the bread in a special toxin courtesy from your Uncle Joker!" She scoffed. "He isn't my uncle. Don't call him that. Just take me to whatever torture session you have." Her father grabbed the key from the hook next to her cell. Unlocking the door, he slid it open and grabbed her from underneath her shoulder, standing her up. "Now let's get you out of this ridiculous school-girl outfit. It doesn't suit you, Tigress." Glaring at the ground, she didn't respond to her villain label. Sportsmaster slammed the cell door and practically dragged her up the stairs.

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