For some reason I always name Artemis' mother different things. Her name is actually Paula though. Ha. Feel free to leave requests or prompts.
Fandom: Young Justice
Character: Artemis Crock
Pairing: Waltemis if you squint.
Paula looks up from the newspaper as Artemis walks through the door. Her smile is hesitant, welcoming, but Artemis doesn't return it.
"Is something the matter?" She asks, putting down the paper and rolling her chair towards her daughter. Artemis exhales sharply at the smell of her mother's perfume, and she holds back the urge to heave. "I'm fine. I need to get ready."
She walks quickly to her bedroom, where her uniform is hidden under a floorboard along with her bow and arrows.
School had been horrid that day. That stupid little acrobat-kid had been watching her and that dumb bitch Lisa had called her a slut in front of everyone.
And now she has to endure another night of Megan's horrible cookies and Superboy's angry silence and Kaldur's soft scolds and Robin's annoying jumps and flips and worst of all she had to endure another night of Wally.
"Be careful tonight, Artemis," her mother says when Artemis is leaving. She kisses her daughter's forehead and rubs her arm. "I love you."
The phone booth a few blocks away is hidden behind trash, but it's fairly clean inside, so Artemis allows herself to breathe for a few seconds before she's beamed into the base.
When she gets there, Wally is racing around, yelling, while Robin cackles and M'gann giggles and it's just not the way to start a night.
Kaldur smiles at her, and she smiles back hesitantly.
When Wally skids to a stop in front of her, a grin on his face, and drapes his long arm around her shoulders, she stiffens, scowl on her face. "Look Rob, ain't she a winner?"
Artemis' fist finds his stomach, and the knife in her boot feels too heavy all of a sudden.
