Hey all! Thank you SOSOSOSOSO much for all the Favorites, Watches, and reviews! I was inspired. Again, another two year time skip, so Artemis is 13, Jason's 11, and Cass is 7. I had to update the rating for some mild language and 'gore' I guess, it's more of mild fighting but whatever. Here's chapter three!


"JASON PETER TODD I SWEAR TO GOD ABOVE, IF YOU TOUCH MY ASS ONE MORE TIME I AM GOING TO CASTRATE YOU!" shrieked Artemis as she slapped the boy in question straight across his snide face. Jason spiraled back, falling against the floor of the warehouse.

The ginger grinned, wiping some blood from his nose. "Calm your tits 'Mis, I was trying to get your wallet, not touching your ass. I don't have a death wish, God." he chuckled some, springing to his feet. "You just move so much as you pace that it's a touch and go target."

The blonde raised a brow, scowling at Jason. "I don't keep my wallet in my back pocket."

"I know." said Jason with a cackle. "I put it there, then decided I wanted it back." Behind the pair of wild teen/tween/young adults, Cassandra rolled her eyes and unloaded her sack of goodies onto the same old table(now just a bit more duct-taped as Jason's drama queen tendencies happened more frequently.)

Gray eyes still narrowed, Artemis sighed. "As cooky as your story is, I'm actually believing it. So why did you need my wallet, huh Jay-Bird?" she rustled his already unruly red hair before flicking his forehead, their height difference still pretty great.

Jason shrugged, shuffling awkwardly. "Ineedittogoonafieldtripatsch ool." blurted the boy in an almost incoherent manor. The two girls stared at him, registering none of his one word sentence.

Cassandra sighed. "Slower please Jason."

He sighed, brushing his bangs out of his face. "I need it to go on a field trip at school, it being money...Dad won't give me any for it and told me to find my own, but it's sixty bucks and I don't wanna take it from some random guy on the streets way things are now a days.."

Artemis pulled out her wallet after trying to figure out which pocket it was in. "Jay-Bird, I got twenty, that's it...I'm sorry.."

Cass shrugged. "We can take it from our cut, it's only forty, nothing major..."

"But we're under budget as is, and 'Mis's dad is getting really strict about it all, we can't take form our cu-"

Jason was cut off by Artemis as she shoved her hand in his mouth. "We go to the source then, take it from Dad's counted pile. No one guards it while he's off knocking heads and taking names."

"Artemis has a point you know.." piped up Cassandra with a shrug. "Besides, I need more lunch money.."

Jason stared at the two girls, eyes wide and jaw dropped wide open, letting Artemis's hand fall out. "You can't be serious, he'd murder us and stuff the bodies for targets...on second thought, it's brilliant...I love it, let's do it!" he shouldered his jacket, grabbing Cassandra's and tossing it over her shoulders. "Let's go ladies, we have some money to get"

Artemis chuckled at his extreme changes in moods, though that was common with Jason now a days. "Alright then."

The three exited the ware house, flicking off the lights and slamming the door for added effect(or so Jason swore). They made their way across Gotham's grubby backstreets and avoiding trouble as best they could until they made it to the small apartment belonging to the Crock household.

"Let's go already." said the youngest of the three as she was already halfway through the doorway and flicking on the lights. Jason and Artemis followed Cassandra in, and the trio made their way back to the forbidden room, formally Mr. and Mrs. Crock's bedroom, now aka Sportsmaster's office and bedroom. Completely off limits to the three not so reliable tweens/kids.

Jason rushed in, heading straight for the locked box left on the bed for the taking. He opened it, surprised that no lock was present.

"Hurry up Jay, he'll be back soon probably." hissed Artemis as she anxiously waited for her friend to grab the money already. For once in his life, he listened, grabbing a wad of twenties and closing the box with a snap.

The three, now extremely jumpy, headed towards the door, only to be blocked by a brick wall...well, not exactly a brick wall, a brick wall with an attitude problem and a love of violence.

"And what are you three brats doing around this late, in my private quarters?" demanded Lawrence Crock in a creepily even voice as he stared down at the trio in question.

"Shit." Breathed Jason, dropping the money from his clenched fist onto the floor. Cassandra huddled behind him, barely peaking out to watch Artemis stand in front of the both of them, meeting her father's gaze with one of defiance.

"Well?" Questioned the man as he took as step closer to them, hockey stick slung nonchalantly over his shoulder. "What. Are. You. Doing?"

Artemis took a step up to meet his. "We needed money. Our budget for school isn't cutting it and Cass is out of lunch money. Is there a problem?" Lawrence and his daughter stared at each other, never breaking the intense gaze of anger and hatred.

He stepped back, seemingly relaxing, she too relaxed with a sigh. Before Jason and Cass could blink Lawrence had full no decked his daughter, and both watched as the man slammed the hockey stick against her frame. "I am tired of your insolence!" and as soon as he had come, he left.

Cassandra peaked out from behind Jason, her breath hitching as she saw Artemis stagger to her feet. The blonde stumbled out of the room and down the hall, leaving the younger two standing frozen in the room not really wanting to move form the scene.