Hey guys! I'm back with yet another drabble! This one... Yeah. It took me a long time to figure out what I could do for the prompt Burn.

You wouldn't believe the ideas my cousin and I came up with: from burning cakes to burning Artemis' hair to putting cakes in her hair and then burning it. Yeah. We did that. And what's worse, I could imagine it all in my head. I almost put it on paper...

Anyway, here's something different than that. Well, similar, but different.

Oh, and, a huge thanks to all the followers and reviewers! I love you guys so much.

Enjoy!

"So, what exactly are we waiting for?" Artemis put down her binoculars to eye the boy next to her.

"Nothing particular. Batman warned me about potential crimes in this neighborhood, so we're just checking it out."

"There has to be more to that. Because, you know, we've been waiting for two hours!"

She glared at him. Robin gave her his usual smirk, but didn't reply. Crossing her arms, the blond glared at him for a couple of minutes. They had been standing there, on the rooftop, in this chilly night, waiting for something that Robin couldn't explain to her, that maybe didn't even exist.

"We just have to wait. That's all."

"So we just happened to be on a patrol, together, for two days in a row?"

"Hey, I'm not the one assigning patrols!"

"No, but you are practically related to the guywho assigns them."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You know what it's supposed to mean!"

"Well, either way," he narrowed his eyes, "do you really think I'd want to be on another patrol with you after last night?"

Artemis crossed her arms and snorted. "That is so not on me."

"You sure about that?"

Last night

"How can it be that there's no crime in Gotham City?" Robin wrinkled his nose.

Artemis jumped besides him. "Funny. I said that once myself. Well, sort of."

They smirked at each other. Lately, what one thought, the other one said. It was like they were telepathically connected – figuratively –and they both enjoyed it. But not everyone shared that feeling – the rest of the team seemed to be annoyed by their behavior at certain times, especially Wally.

"Don't hurt me, please!"

"Finally", he mumbled.

Two heroes, moving in shadows, jumped from rooftop to rooftop, searching for the source of screaming, which wasn't too hard, since it was really loud. Robin signaled his archer friend and then disappeared.

Artemis waited.

A brownheaded woman was tied up to a lamppost that didn't work, begging someone to let her go. About nine thugs were surrounded her, shouting Bring her to justice!

How ironic, she thought and smirked.

"Please, let me go! Please," the woman cried out.

"Now, now, let's not get ahead of ourselves," a familiar voice said from the shadows. "We have to see what the coin says first."

The man stepped out of the shadows. Artemis narrowed her eyes, but didn't look away, even though he was hideous. He was flipping the coin in his hand, smiling viciously.

"Heads or tails, my dear?"

"Please let me go," she repeated in almost a whisper.

"Tails it is," he said tossing the coin in the air.

And then a mess occurred.

First, boy laughter echoed through the alley leaving the thugs most utterly confused. They bended their necks, looking like ostriches, in order to see where it came from, and while distracted an arrow buzzed through the air pinning the coin to the wall.

Smoke screen filled the alley, and that was her cue.

Taking out the thugs was rather too easy for both of them. The only guy left standing was Two-Face himself – but they couldn't find him anywhere. He hid somewhere in the shadows.

Robin approached the woman and untied her.

"Thank you," she murmured falling into his arms.

"Robin, look out!"

A bullet buzzed by his ear. Pushing the woman into safety, he grappled his way out of there. Artemis met him on the roof. Two-Face was still shooting down in the alley, not seeing them even though they were right above.

"You got those arrows with flames with you?"

She nodded.

"Cover me."

He jumped and disappeared again. Artemis aimed at the wooden pile in front of Two-Face and waited.

"Get out of the shadows and face me like a man, Batman!"

"I'm flattered", Robin smirked and kicked the gun out of his hand, then kicked him once again in the face.

"Robin, get the hell out of the way!"

The burning arrow hit the pile making a cracking sound. Two-Face stumbled back covering his eyes, coughing from the smoke. The blond jumped down.

"Am I fast or what?" Robin put his hands on his hips.

"Robin… how do I say this," she sighed. "Your cape's on fire."

He turned around and let out a sound he would later deny was a shriek. He pulled it off and stepped on it until the fire was put out. Picking up the cape, or at least what was left of it, the Boy Wonder glared at his best friend.

The cape looked like it was chewed by a cow.

Her eyes widened in shock. The answer was right in front of her all this time.

"Oh. My. God. Nothing is going to happen, is it? Are you… No. You can't. Are you? No. You're punishing me for last night!"

His smirk grew wider. "No, I'm not."

"You are unbelievable!"

"You set me on fire!"

"I set your cape on fire! Big difference, unless you're a cape!"

"You could've killed me!"

"I would've helped you", she said trying to keep a straight face.

Robin glared at her. "You were laughing. I don't think that counts as help."

"That's what best friends are for, right?"

"Last time I checked, best friends don't try to kill each other!

"Whatever", she shrugged holding back a smile.

He crossed his arms. "You owe me a cape."

"Do they even sell those in a store? I kind of doubt it."

"Check on eBay. You can always find freaks who are crazy about us superheroes."

"So… you eBayed yourself?"

"Shut up."

Yess. Robin eBays himself in his free time just to check his popularity.

So, no burnt cakes or hair... But burnt capes!

I am sorry for the way my descriptions turn out, I should really practice writing those.

Thank you for reading! R&R? :D

~TrappedArtist