Artemis smoothed back her own hair, how was she going to take care of herself in the future? Would she miraculously become a billionaire? Would she become a criminal like her father was now or like how her mother used to be? No, most likely she'd either end up an average citizen or sapping off of Green Arrow and Bruce for the rest of her life. She sighed, perhaps it was angst, yes she was just being a typical over-emotional teenager.

"Is something on your mind? Is it Wally? :3"

"Shut-up!" Artemis shouted loudly Miss Bingum shot her a look. "What are you doing in Financial Lit anyways?" she continued quietly, "Doesn't Bruce teach you this sort off stuff?" Dick shrugged.

"It's a required class It's best to get these kinds of classes out of the way early so you can make way for classes that lead you towards your career choice."

"Which is?"

"Police officer, that way I still can help the community."

Artemis had an epiphany. "Wait 'that way you can still-' don't tell me you don't plan on pursuing you current career? I you and the other guys were so excited to join the You-know-what-association."

"Yeah, well." Grayson stammered Artemis had caught him off guard. "Bruce, it's like the person he is when he goes to those charity balls or in front of a camera, or his friends..it's fake. He always looks so ragged and beat down, act so paranoid. He trusts no one, even me and Bat- the other girl." Artemis blinked, she had turned over a stone. Dick continued. "It scares me, and I realize now..."

"Realize what?"

Dick picked up his pencil and began copying down the notes on the whiteboard. "That I'd rather die than become like Bruce Wayne."

"Oh." Artemis whispered dumbly.

"Don't tell the others."

"I won't"

Barbara and Dick hung around Arty as she waited for her bus. "Hey Arty, you want to road-trip with me for the Happy-Harbor away game?"

Artemis stared blankly what had she just called her, 'Arty?' it could be worse. "Why are we playing Happy Harbor? There not in our district...there not even in our state!"

Dick rolled his eyes. "We're a rich-kid school we play who we want to."

"I'd go to the Jump-City game but it's too far away and we don't have a prayer against them."

"Way to have team spiri- oof!" Barbara elbowed Dick between the ribs.

Artemis shook her head. "No, it's okay I'll be up there anyways because that where the te-eeea yeas that's where Doctor Tia a physical therapist my mom is seeing lives, yeah, yeah that's it."

Barbara looked sorrowful, "Your mom's in therapy? I'm- sorry to hear that." Crap Artemis thought Did I seriously just open another can of worms? I need to get better excuses. Thankfully the bus chose this moment to show up, Artemis rushed into it like a crazed bull.

"Cute girl." Barbara muttered, she smiled. "I like her."

Barbara Gordon loved gymnastics, but loved the idea of being a police officer more. No matter how much her father tried to sway her from it. Then one day everything changed, Babs announced that she no longer desired to be a police officer. She quit her community gymnastics class to take on a private coach. She also took more care into her education during this time, and began holding nightly study groups with her friends Chistie and Ashley. She had told those two to cover for her because she was seeing a boy that she didn't want her father to catch her with. Both of these lies were partially true.

Barbara did a hand-stand-splits her arms shook due to the weight of her body. Dick's hands hovered inches from her waist to catch her if she began to topple over. During the hours she spent with him, the two would catch up on the homework they missed while on patrol, insult Bruce and Alfred behind their backs, and if there was anytime left, Dick would teach her how to look like she really had been taking lessons instead of fighting crime on the rooftops of Gotham. "Point your toes, you have bad form, it won't go well with the judges." He looked at his watch, "Switch." Barbara shifted the leg that was in front of her head to behind her head and vise-verse so she was a mirror image of her former position. Grayson waited twenty seconds before he gave Barbara the okay to stand up. Barbara carefully bent her arms, lowering her self closer and closer towards the floor. All at once she lengthened her arms and flipped into an upright position. "Feel like conquering the parallel bars tonight?" Babs shook her arms out and stretched them again.

"Yeah." She panted. "Just wait until the room stops spinning." Once the blood drained from her skull she dusted up her hands. Grabbing the bar she swung to build-up momentum.

"So what's eating you up tonight?" Grayson asked her, he was genuinely concerned about her, although Wally was his best friend sometimes he found himself valuing her friendship more. Of course she's competing against Wally.

"I was just wondering." She rounded the first bar and jumped to the second. "Why wasn't I invited to the Justice League along with the rest of you? I'm Batman's protege too you know...And don't tell me that it's because I was on vacation."

Dick sat cross-legged on the mat. "That's only half true. Your an independent as well as a protege, your not fully in the Batman's care like I am. You also live with Commissioner Gordon, who does not know about your other life, getting away to attend the Justice League meetings would be difficult."

"It still hurts."

"I know."

Barbara flung her self into the air letting her momentum spin her through the air. She stuck a landing a yard away from Dick, it was irresponsible of him sitting so close. She took out her bun and shook her hair loose. "It's getting late, let's go hang out in your basement." She yawed 8:30pm and the day was just beginning.

Dick and Bab's training session was too short for it's own chapter, it's in the same day so I'll let it slide. *Sigh* why do I suck at writing lengthy material? Rumor has it another girl is joining the team, the fan favorite is Wondergirl but I'd like Babs.