A/N: Ahhhh, I love the Young Justice fandom. In 1 day this story has like two times more followers than my Legend of Korra story, and I thank you all for that. This chapter isn't as long, but it's the best I could come up with in the 3-day time span it takes me to update my stories, so deal with it. Gracias to all of the people who reviewed, I do not own YJ or Spitfire... Blah blah blah.
After they brought the tiger chick in, Wally headed straight for the fridge. His metabolism was low, and his fight with the blonde had worn him out.
Usually Bats had some good food, but he was a little too distracted to pay any attention to what he was shoveling into his mouth. Sure, he was psyched about his victory against Tigress, but he felt like he knew her from somewhere. She seemed familiar.
The defiant yet hostile glare in those deep blue-gray eyes, the long wave of blonde hair...
No. Wally told himself. She's just another villain. But the familiarity still bothered him.
After cleaning out about half of the Wayne mansion's pantry, Wally went to find Dick.
The cell Artemis was being kept in was completely bare, completely made of high-grade steel on three walls, the ceiling and floor, and only contained two chairs and a table.
His raven-haired friend was watching the prisoner through one-way glass of the fourth wall, his eyes hidden behind dark shades.
"Dude, why do you wear those?" Wally asked. "We're inside."
"You never know with the Shadows." Dick said.
Wally laughed. "What? You think they've developed a technique to see through mirrored glass? You're paranoid."
"Better safe than sorry."
"You sound like a seatbelt commercial." Wally teased. "But anyways, how's she doing?" he took a seat next to his best friend and they both stared at their captive for a long moment of uneasy silence.
The blonde was still wearing her tiger-striped unitard, but she had taken off her boots, kneepads, and elbow pads. She loosened her hair from her ponytail and brushed it out with her fingers, all the while keeping the domino mask on.
She seemed... distracted. She walked over to the window and knocked on it, as though testing its density. Then she leaned against the wall and took heavy breaths.
Wally could only imagine what she was thinking.
She turned around... and then took a swing at the wall, denting it badly and causing a little gasp to escape from Wally.
"She's got... spirit." said Wally, raising an eyebrow as he watched her throw a chair at the wall and overturn the table.
"You've got that right. We had to sedate her two more times on her way over here." Dick laughed.
"Yeah, are you sure you found all of her weapons? She could be hiding anything in that hair." Wally joked as Artemis threw the other chair at the glass window.
"Pretty darn sure." the Boy Wonder replied, slightly offended that his friend would doubt him.
"So have you gotten the results from the DNA test?"
"Not yet. Batman wanted to be 100% positive on her I.D., so we sent some more samples to Star Labs. They should be back in a couple of days."
Wally was slightly disappointed, still wanting to know the identity of the archer who he seemed so familiar with.
Artemis checked the lining of her kneepads and elbow pads for the hidden razor blades the League of Shadows supplied her with, but those were gone, too.
Of the 33 different weapons she carried, the League had stripped her of them all. She felt naked, and not even in a fun way.
The mirrored glass wall seemed to taunt her. She knew there must be someone on the other side watching her, because she couldn't find any cameras in the room, but she couldn't see them. It was so frustrating.
She rubbed her head and felt the bump where the cement had caught her fall. The entire right side of her body ached; her uniform was torn and she was cut and bleeding in many places, and she had a few bruises on her neck and face that would make waking up in the morning even more of a pain than usual.
I can't believe I let myself get captured. She thought. On my first mission, no less!
Then she completely lost it. She went ballistic in that room, punching the wall, throwing the table and the chairs around, and completely wrecking her cell.
Then she sat back and surveyed the damage she had done.
Just calm down. Throwing temper tantrums will get you nowhere. Remember your training.
Artemis took a few calming breaths. She righted the table and the two chairs, then sat down and waited.