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1—Artemis, 3

Who needed French? It wasn't as if she spoke it or anything. But no, Batman told her that if she couldn't maintain at least a C in each subject then there was no team. It was the only subject she was lacking in. It was a 'D' she had gotten mainly for her attendance. She had been in about four French lessons the whole semester, little did the teacher know but she had been saving Star City, however, the price of a vigilante was bad grades. She asked Superboy and Miss Martian about their grades but they assured her that they had no problem with school and so returned to fixing the bike—and she wasn't going to ask Kid Flash, the bane of her existence didn't need to know she was failing school. Kaldur didn't need school; he was probably in Atlantean college or whatever they had.

Who else did she have but Boy Wonder to talk to, her mum had reminded her constantly of his offer as a tutor and it was well known the Boy Wonder was smart, maybe he knew French and he did have only three tests she had to nail to stay apart of the team.

He was sitting in the mountain when she finally built up enough courage to ask, and when she did, it came out simply, "I need a tutor."

It was at her house, seven at night and she was waiting anxiously by her window, watching the street below. The smell of cake wafted from the kitchen, her mum was eager to impress the Boy Wonder, since Artemis wasn't the only fan-girl in her family. When he did arrive, there was a knock on the door and Artemis launched herself off the windowsill, out of her room and reached the door before he could knock a second time. She opened the door to see black shades and a grim expression.

"I know it isn't a fancy neighbourhood." Artemis shrugged trying to play off the embarrassment she felt for him seeing her measly apartment.

"Well, it smells delicious." He smirked.

She stepped back to let him in, she nodded to the books at the table and he knelt down to flick through her French books. Paula wheeled through with a plate of sandwiches, cake and glasses of lemonade. Boy Wonder took a glass and a sandwich thankfully.

"So Robin, where do we start? I really need this C."

"Oh," he finished the sandwich, "I guarantee an 'A'. What topic is the test on?"

"Jobs." Artemis admitted ruefully.

"Gotcha, you need to take the French word and think of how it relates to the English word. The two languages derive from Latin, so they may be similar, plus English takes a lot of words from the French vocabulary when the Normans invaded England in 1066 then England colonised Jamestown in 1607, which was the beginning of the American English language."

Artemis just watched him speak, only hearing the first sentence, Robin sighed at her lost expression.

He began again, "For example, architect is architecte, and doctor is médecin."

"Oh, I see."

"Yeah, we're going to make a separate list and beside it, write down how they sound familiar; then we'll test each other." He took a bite of some cake as he nodded, then he looked at the slice of cake as if it was the weirdest thing in the world. "This is good, is this carrot cake?"

"Yep, a bet you can't make carrot cake boring."

"Actually, a recipe carrot cake, or close to it, was first recorded in Roman times, only to be brought back by Britain in the first World War when rations made ingredients hard to get hold on, especially things like chocolate or vanilla that had to be imported."

"Oh my God, you did it."

"It's one of my least effective talents in battle but you should watch me put Batman to sleep; anytime I tell him about my feelings and he's suddenly tired and needs to leave for bed."

"Is Batman really as emotionless as he is…well, as Batman?"

"You should have been there when he gave me the 'birds and the bees' talk. No emotion whatsoever.
It felt more like an interrogation then a life lesson. He was no happy?"

Artemis started to laugh.

"What is it?"

"I can just imagine Superman having to give the talk to Superboy." Robin chuckled coolly but Artemis was close to wetting herself.

"Please don't hurt yourself." Robin pleaded, helplessly looking on as Artemis struggled to catch her breath. "I do have my belt with me; do you need the anecdote to the Joker's laughing gas or something?"

And after all that, she did get an A.

She had a box of brownies, and se stared at the subconsciously as she waited for the zeta beam to spit her out in the mountain. She was faced with Aqualad squaring against Superboy. She didn't stick around to find out who was winning, she pushed past Kid Flash was watching with a sandwich and Miss Martian was cheering on Superboy. She found Robin in the rec. room, away from every one else, as usual and alone instead. He was typing something on his keypad, he saw her and smiled. She sight beside him on the sofa and gave him brownies silently, lost for words.

"How did it go?"

"I got full marks. This is a present from my mum for helping me and her beforehand."

He saw the brownies and his eyes widened. "Don't tell Batman."

Artemis laughed and opened the tin for him to see. He split them between them even though they were all for him. She was used to his selflessness by now. She curled up beside him, contemplating, leaning on him, and switched the TV on. She looked over his shoulder to see the computer, just screens and screens of code. She watched him instead of the TV for a second even though she had no clue what he was doing before some soap opera drew her attention. Someone was suing someone for letting their dog poop or something stupid. Slowly she nodded off.