A/N: Okay... Truth? I don't have any inspiration. I've gone too long without Spitfire I just don't know what to write. This is kind of a drabble chapter, I guess (I'm not entirely sure what "drabble" is exactly) but I didn't want you guys to hate me, so here you go.

Please review, I don't own Young Justice blah blah blah... Do you have to do this disclaimer thing every time?

P.S. I also went back and edited the chapters a bit so if you want, you can read them again... Unless you're too lazy, like me. Happy reading!

Batman didn't, in fact, come in after the two young heroes to interrogate Tigress.

As much as the Dark Knight hated to admit it, Kid Flash was right—he was tired.

As Rob and Wally left Artemis to herself, neither of the boys said anything to one another. They watched and waited from the opposite side of the mirrored glass in silence as their prisoner sat a while longer, head in her hands, just staring at the smooth chrome surface of the tabletop for a few moments, before she got up and stretched.

Wally couldn't help but notice how toned the girl was beneath her striped bodysuit. Her arms were nicely muscled, but not freakishly so, and her legs were long but muscular as well. The suit also showed off her nice curves, but Kid Flash stopped himself before thinking about it any more.

She's not bad on the eyes, though. Wally thought. If only she'd take off that mask…

Artemis paced around the room, examining the walls before calling out, "Do I get a bed or some blankets or something? Or do you expect me to sleep on the floor?"

Rob smiled impishly before pressing a button on a panel on the wall.

Smoothly and slowly, a rectangular section of the wall slid out at knee-level, revealing, as requested, a bed with sheets and a pillow neatly placed at the foot.

Artemis pressed her finger into the mattress, testing it, as though it were something her imagination had conjured out of thin air.

"Uh… thanks?" she said, sounding a bit surprised and relieved at the same time.

Wally allowed himself to grin.

They watched as the archer made herself comfortable on the mattress and fell into the soft pillow, her back towards them.

Again the speedster found himself looking at her figure, how her hips were nicely defined but not too prominent and how her…

Ugh! Wally thought. Pull yourself together, man!

Rob gave him a bemused smile, as if reading his friend's thoughts, before leading him out of the observation room.


Wally slept at the Wayne mansion, as he had done countless times before, too tired to Zeta back to Central city and run all the way home. He called his parents to let them know he was safe, said goodnight, and hit the sheets, relieved that tomorrow was Saturday.


Wally found his best friend in the kitchen the next morning, placing a waffles, maple syrup, a glass of orange juice, a glass of milk, a banana, and an orange on a tray.

"Where're you going with that?" Wally asked, momentarily confused.

"I'm bringing Tigress her breakfast." Rob replied, beginning to walk towards Artemis's holding cell.

Wally sped in front of the Boy Wonder, abruptly cutting his path to their prisoner.

"Actually, I'll do it. Why don't you call Barbra… or something? I got this, bro." Wally said, taking the tray.

Dick raised an eyebrow but walked off.

Wally silently entered the cell, balancing the tray on one hand, shutting the door tightly with the other.

He had suited up to conceal his identity from the blonde, as instructed by Batman.

Artemis was sleeping soundly on the bed, a smile on her face as she dreamed.

He hated to wake her up, but he had to talk to her. "Tigress? Wake up." He said, his voice barely above normal level.

She immediately shot up and grabbed for something that usually hung at her waist—her crossbow no doubt—and seemed distraught when she couldn't find it. It took her a moment to get her bearings, but the truth of her situation finally registered in her eyes and she climbed out of her sheets, stretching and groaning as if it was any other day. She sat across from Kid Flash at the table and dug into the waffles without a word.

"Why'd you keep the mask on?" Wally blurted out. "We already know what your face looks like. We already have your DNA."

Artemis considered this for a moment before hesitantly reaching for her mask and tossing it aside.

When she looked up, Wally saw the most gorgeous eyes he'd ever seen. Her eyes were a sparkling blue-gray, shining with intelligence, courage, curiosity… and a trait that he almost thought to be fear, although it was something deeper than that. They were like storm clouds, her thought, swelling on the edge of a horizon-dark and fierce, at first glance.

Wally grinned and leaned back, folding his arms across his chest. "Now I can see your beautiful eyes."

Artemis rolled said beautiful eyes and continued eating.

After a moment she paused and asked, "What's with the suit? Did you put it on just for me or do you prefer to sleep in spandex?"

"You slept in yours." He responded.

Both of them knew that wasn't exactly fair, considering her only other option was her birthday suit, but she gave him a sarcastic smile and said, "Touché."

Wally decided he liked her voice. It was throaty and low, but in a sexy way, and it has a particular drawl to it that made him hang on every word that came from her mouth.

The conversation that ensued was a barrage of witty remarks and sarcastic scoffs, though neither would admit that they really enjoyed each other's company. It was a small snippet of a Saturday morning-usually Artemis would be sleeping in or practicing at the archery range-but she found that she would have preferred breakfast with the speedster to her usual activities.

Even Wally, who spent his Saturday mornings in front of the TV, decided that he liked her company much more than the History Channel, which was surprising to a man of science like Wally.

Artemis was almost sad to see the speedster go, but she quickly kicked herself for being so open with a complete stranger—a soon-to-be leaguer, no less.

"It's never gonna happen." She whispered to herself as she sat cross-legged on the bed.

Although a small part of her wished that it would.