I'm SO sorry! Please don't' kill me! (Ducks as various weapons fly at head)I'm sorry! (Gets hit in face by pie) Okay I deserved that….school is horrible and for some reason I just couldn't seem to get the right words for this story whenever I tried to do. Oh and in this, I love having Artemis and Roy acting like good friends and brother/sister relationship, and for this one I was going to do so. But then I had the idea of Roy and Artemis still not getting along and Artemis only doing it for Robin. Which by the way, is not because she has a crush on Robin or anything like that. Also, thanks again to my beta reader Violently Red, and seriously check out her stories, there really good.
After dropping Dick off, who had just wanted to go home, Roy and Wally had come back to the mountain, going to the only person they knew who would help them wreak havoc on that sorry excuse of a human being.
Artemis narrowed her eyes as she set down her arrow. "What?"
"Robin is being bullied," Wally repeated, his jaw clenched.
The green clad archer sounded deadly calm. "Who."
Robin was like a brother to her; whoever the jerk was would indubitably have arrows through him tomorrow.
"This dirtbag named Andrew Lennings, you know him?"
Artemis looked about to kill someone. "Unfortunately. He's a stuck up rich snob, who has a brain the size of a pea and flirts with me and every girl in a 10 mile radius." Artemis didn't notice Wally's clenching up his fist at the mention of the flirting part.
Roy did, and he smirked, but it went as quick as it came. He could tease Wally later; right now they had to help their little brother.
The ginger said something he thought he would never say to the other archer. "We need your help."
"Oh, so the great almighty Speedy needs help?" Her tone was meant to be funny, but her eyes held no mirth.
"Look Artemis," Roy said bitterly. "We may not always get along sometimes. But me and you both know that kid is like a brother to both of us. So let's put aside this petty grudge for once and help him."
"Fine, I'll do it. But I'm only doing it for Robin. Not for you."
"I know."
Poor Wally was completely ignored this exchange until he spoke up. He clapped his hands together. "So, how about we stop all this drama about grudges and 'only helping him because he's Robin' stuff that really should belong in Soap Operas my mom watches, and actually plan how were going to pay back Andrew for screwing with our little bird."
There was a murmur of agreement as they started thinking up ways to make Andrew want to go cry for Mommy.
Meanwhile, in the nice part of Gotham City, Andrew was eating steak for dinner while his mother crowed about how sweet her little boy was for helping Richard, the supposed not-so bright kid and staying at school late to help him with homework. The moron was completely unaware of the three teenagers plotting their vengeance, that involved a lot of broken arrows and some hard-core wedgies.
Poor, poor Andrew.