A/N: I know its kind of short but I had to post something after all of the wonderful reviews I have gotten. Seriously, thank you guys so so much for the support. I have big plans for this story, it was originally just supposed to be a three-shot but its out of control and there's nothing I can do to stop it! Regarding some questions from reviewers: Red Arrow, Zatanna and some Justice League members will be making cameo appearances in this story. If all goes well, and there's still interest, there might even be a sequel, I was thinking something like Dramacon, if anyone's read that, setting the sequel a year later on the same weekend at the same comic convention.

Okay so, if anyone read that: props, if anyone didn't: please enjoy the story.

Disclaimer: Do I own Young Justice? No, but Stan Lee is buying it for me for Christmas.

Day 1: Wall-Man

"Hey mom, I'm home."

Paula Crock looked up from her wheelchair just as her daughter dropped her bag on the floor and proceeded to the kitchen to find something to eat.

"Artemis, where have you been? Its nearly eight o'clock," Paula asked, wheeling herself in to the kitchen just behind her daughter.

Artemis merely looked at her mother and shrugged, "I was just hanging around the mall. Looking for a job."

"Did you find one?" Paula asked skeptically, her daughter wasn't particularly good with interviews or holding down a job that involved taking orders from anyone other than herself.

"Yes, actually," Artemis said smugly, "Part-time. But its only for the long weekend. The good thing is that the kid who gave me the job is paying me a ton of money to do it."

Paula narrowed her eyes at her daughter, "You're not selling drugs are you?"

Artemis nearly choked on the milk she had been swallowing. She lowered the carton to the counter and stared at her mother incredulously.

"Hell, no."

"Good," her mother said, "and watch your language young lady."

Artemis watched her mother as she wheeled herself out in to the living room. Her mom hadn't been around very long. In fact she had been in a state prison for six years only to come back a few months ago, kick her husband out of the apartment and take Artemis' life in to her own hands. She was determined to make sure that Artemis had a better life than she had ever had. Which couldn't mean anything good for Artemis who had never had much supervision when her dad was around.

Artemis shook her head and placed the milk carton back in the refrigerator.

Between her mother, the cosplaying and Dick this was going to be a very long week.

Artemis was standing outside of the convention center with her hands in her pockets and a baseball cap covering her head but no matter which way Artemis shifted the cap could not hide the fact that her waist length blonde hair drew more attention than a 70 watt light bulb in a field of insects. Every time she swished her head to look for Dick or 'Kid Flash' another crazed cosplayer would gawk at her like she was the human incarnation of this Artemis character.

Three people had already asked to take pictures with her, and she wasn't even in costume yet.

She sighed and did her best to hide her head underneath her sweater. It had taken every muscle in her body to resist running away from this place and crawling back underneath her covers, every muscle and every zero she could imagine swirling around her head like a monetary halo.

"Well, good-morning Artemis. What are you trying to do, suffocate yourself?"

Artemis turned around to see Dick standing behind her holding a comb in his hand. The sun was behind the clouds but he still had sunglasses on and his face was covered in a mischievous smile. Artemis' head bent a little deeper in to her sweater at the sight of him.

"Calm down and pick your head up. We're dressing you as Artemis, not a teenage mutant ninja turtle."

"Where're the others?" she asked crisply, holding her head up higher.

"Getting ready," Dick said with a grin, "Now come with me if you want to be pretty."

Dick led her to a hotel across the street where he had apparently paid for a room for the next three days that they would use to change, do their make up and relax in during breaks.

Artemis was expecting a small room with two twin beds, a single painting of an obscure landscape and a single squat window against the far wall. You know, the way hotel rooms are supposed to look like.

Instead Dick took the express elevator to the penthouse suite and led her inside a hotel room that was bigger than her apartment. It had three bedrooms, a full kitchen, a full living room with an HD TV and a table that could fit twelve people easily. Artemis had a hard time walking inside the room without being blinded by the sudden luxury of her surroundings.

She was starting to get an inkling that Dick was either the son of the mafia or the prince of some small wealthy kingdom she had never heard of. When he asked her to take a shower and make herself presentable she decided it was probably the former, because only a son of the mafia could know how to torture her so well.

Twenty minutes later she emerged from the shower and instead of her jeans, tank top and sweater lying on the floor there was a bright green spandex suit that lay neatly folded by the doorway. How Dick had managed to swipe her clothes while she was in the shower she had no idea, and she almost didn't even want to know.

She hesitantly bent down and picked up the suit, trying to think of a way out of this. Finally she sighed and pulled the top over her head. It was cut so short that she could see her entire midriff and she sighed, compliantly pulling on the rest of the ridiculous inform, imagining it was made out of money instead of green spandex.

"Holy Fu-"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. I look like this comic book character. Can we get this over with?" Artemis pleaded as she looked around the room. It was no longer empty as it had been when she and Dick had first arrived. Now there were three other teenagers there, all dressed in similarly ridiculous costumes, and they were staring at her.

"Hello!" a petite auburn haired girl exclaimed, practically flying over the back of the couch to shake Artemis' hand, "My name is Megan-"

"Ms. Martian," Dick coughed suggestively.

"Right, Ms. Martian!" she corrected herself, "and I am very pleased to meet you."

Artemis wasn't sure what to make of the girl who was shaking her hand with way too much enthusiasm. She was…peppy, and not a girl that Artemis would normally hang out with, but she seemed okay, nice even.

Artemis smiled back at her, "I'm Artemis."

"No you're not," Dick said cheerfully, "not yet."

"But, Dick, my name actually is-"

"Shut up, here," he said shoving a bow and a quiver of arrows in to her arms, "props. Now you're Artemis."

Artemis looked down at the arrows. Damn, they looked so real.

"I don't think they're going to let me take-"

Dick waved a hand carelessly and glanced at the door. Someone was knocking but Artemis wasn't quite finished with this discussion yet. As he walked over to answer the door Artemis followed him, waving the bow and quiver out in front of her as if they were batons.

"These are weapons!"

"Don't worry about it," Dick said, his hand on the handle, his eye peering out in to the hallway through the peephole, "I have connections."

"Connections? What kind of connections could you possibly have that will allow you bring actual weapons to a comic book convention?"

Dick looked up at her, one eyebrow raised mischievously, "You'd be surprised."

Artemis crossed her arms in a huff and Dick swung the door open just in time for 'Kid Flash' to come bounding in to the room. His arms were full of costumes and props but that wasn't even the best part.

"The Wall-Man is here! Now let's get this party start-" just before he could finished he tripped on the rug in the kitchen and fell on his stomach. Everything in his arms went flying across the room, "-ed."

Dick's eyes bugged out of his head and Artemis could practically see his mind calculating the damage, trying to figure out what was broken and what could be fixed, but she was not going to give up an opportunity to mock someone. Especially this someone.

"Wall-Man huh? I love the costume," she said, gesturing to his bathing suit, "What exactly are your powers?"

The 'Wall-Man' picked himself up from the ground, his cheeks redder than his hair. He almost looked like he was about to say something as Megan or 'Ms. Martian' flew out of the living room and came to stand just next to Artemis.

"Wally!" she exclaimed, "Its so good to see you again!"

Before Wally could say anything Artemis placed her hands on her hips and a smirk crawled across her face.

"Your names really Wally?" she quipped.

Wally looked up at her, his finger raised as if he was going to say something so smart that it would explain everything away. Instead his head fell in defeat and a low groan rumbled from his chest.

"Awww."

Artemis grinned. Maybe the next three days wouldn't be so boring after all.

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