A/N: Thank you for pointing out the awkward POV switching, Princess. I saw where I did that and that was a product of writing this on sleep deprivation while in Texas at 3:23 in the morning. I will try and differentiate between the POVs with a more obvious switch. I love how all of you were like Dick Grayson+Wet Clothes=Good Day. Yeah. So for the pairings which everyone was like whaat? This story is going to stay pretty neutral in the pairings. This chapter is about as RobArt this whole story will get (except for next chapter). I'm gonna try and balance it out. There are going to be snippets of Spitfire, Roy/Artemis (my secret pairing), Dick/Babs, One sided Bette/Robin, Robin/Batgirls. The only pairing I will not tease about will be Robin/Zantana because I'm used to her with Bats (She made Batman SING). So review or I'm going to bite you now.

Blue's Clues

Artemis Crock was trying so hard to keep the smirk off her face. It was almost becoming an enigma. She was right. Artemis Crock was right for once in her life. She had been wrong about her family getting back together. She had been wrong that Robin and Wally having a relationship. She had been wrong about the apocalypse. She had been wrong about who was going to win the Super Bowl. She had been wrong about whether Roy wears boxers or briefs—boxer briefs, the little cheater; story on how she knew that later. She had been wrong on answer ten on her last math test.

This time, Artemis was right.

But there was that little voice in the back of her head that was saying. That kid is too scrawny to be Robin. Robin was quite scrawny though, to be honest. Sure, there were some muscular features to him, but it wasn't that profound as someone like ab-tastic Roy Harper. He was too smart, or maybe stupid to be Robin. Dick was smart, but was he really smart enough to be the World's Greatest Detective's partner? Maybe some of his normal idiocy was a ploy to confuse Artemis. He was using Artemis' own paranoia against her! Why would Dick Grayson be Robin?

Huh.

That's a good one.

Why?

The kid was the son—ward, whatever—of Bruce Wayne. This kid probably has all he could ever want. There was no obvious angst present in Dick Grayson that Robin always had hints off. Was it like he turned off the awkward angst in Grayson and transferred it to Robin? Robin would be uber angsty…which he kinda is.

Artemis kind of just stared at the boy in disbelief. There was no way that they were the same person. No, the guy she hung out at school was different from the one she hung out at night. But the way his hair hung down wet, no longer pulled up by the gel that he always used. His bangs fell wet on his forehead. It reminded her of the Red incident. They had been wet the entire time, so she should be able to spot a wet Robin from a mile away.

She wasn't even five feet away from the wet Robin in front of her. It gave her all the clues she needed. It was basically obvious. Especially to Artemis, who has been spending most of her time with his other identity for the past couple months. Did he really expect her not to put this together? What if there was a reason why they went to the same school—it had been his dad—guardian, whatever—that had paid for her school. Her mind started swimming with what ifs and crazy scenarios.

Artemis was half tempted to place her hand over his eyes to confirm her suspicions.

She refrained though, knowing that Dick or Robin would not be happy if she would start pulling stunts like that in front of Bette and Barbara, who probably also had her own suspicions.

Wally owed her fifty bucks.

The two of them had an on going bet on who would get to see Robin without his glasses first—or rather as they called it "stealing his eye virginity". Artemis soooooo won. Not only did she take Robin's eye virginity—actually, she took it a long time ago—but she also knew whom he was. Robin is Dick Grayson. Dick Grayson is Robin. Dick's Robin. Robin's…Dick? Okay, that didn't flow as nicely as the others. Huh, she always thought Robin was more of a Jason or Tim, maybe even a Damian. It didn't matter because the kid next to her was her friend in more than one retrospect.

Why didn't she realize it sooner?

Hell, she had already had all the clues she needed, like this was some weird game of Blue's Clues. God, did she miss watching that show with her sister. It was basically the only TV show that she watched as a kid. Her and Jade would wake up early in the morning and watch it. They would be in their little footy pajamas—if you ask Jade, she will insist she never watched that show nor wore the footy pajamas—and watched the children's TV show. They would always try and find the clues before each other. It was a competition. Everything was a competition between the two sisters. Everything.

So let's see…Clue 1.

It was how he looked. He had the same build—yes, because he was wet she could easily see his muscles that he always hid; maybe since he was wet she could convince him to take his shirt off—as Robin and everything, same dark hair, same lithe body that she did like looking at, same sarcastic quips that he made, same accidental word play, same demonic smirk, same everything. Well, maybe not everything, but the similarities were enough to cause her to have schizophrenic nightmares. Yes, Dick Grayson/ Robin gives her schizophrenic nightmares.

Clue 2.

Him being able to break into her house twice. At first, she thought that it was just an assumed trait. Everyone knows how to break into houses. Oh wait—that was only her family. The first time, she didn't suspect anything. It had been when he had planted the ladybug bomb in her room. Artemis just figured her mom had just let him in and he had paid her to keep quiet and play along, but no. Her mom wasn't in on the joke.

That left him with coming into her room through the fire escape. This would have been a very acceptable method, except the fire escape on her building wasn't exactly up to par. It was about a two-story drop down from the final platform to the ground. There was no way he could have jumped up two-stories. Even if he had some how managed to get to her window, how did he pick her lock? It was a high-grade lock that Robin just happened to pick every night. Coincidence? Maybe. Likely? was a little sneak. Then, he broke in again while Artemis and her mother were in the house. He had left a caged finch on her bed. It must have been one of the millions that she had left in his room. But that raised the question: how did he know which room was hers and how did he break in?

Clue 3.

To be fair, this one wasn't Robin or Dick Grayson's fault. School had just been dismissed and all of the students of Gotham Academy were finding their appropriate modes of transportation. Artemis and Bette usually drove together, so Artemis was waiting in the courtyard for Bette. Artemis sighed; Bette always took a long time because she was on the other side of the school for last hour. Her and Dick have last hour together, so they usually talk before Bette comes. This time, Dick excused himself saying that he had to ask his teachers something. Now, Artemis wasn't nosy. She had honestly forgotten something in her locker—not a common occurrence. Low and behold, she turned a corner to see Wally West talking to Dick Grayson.

Her breath caught in her throat. Wally was going to find out whom she was! Wait. Wally knew Dick? Dick was supposed to be her friend—not that she was territorial over Dick or anything. He could have as many friends as he wanted, but Wally West? Wally had a friend in Gotham. What if…

Clue 4.

That clue was sitting right in front of her with his hair wet and not in its usual gelled form. Artemis felt confliction in between punching him in the gut, playing with his hair, and just not doing anything because all of these things could just be coincidences. She couldn't do anything because Babs and Bette were still sitting there. They didn't know what they had just done. What they had just exposed.

Babs pulled out her phone to take pictures of the wet boy. Her brow knit together when she looked down at her phone. She got this look on her face that said something was not right. Artemis immediately wanted to know what was wrong, and then maybe help. Dick looked even more anxious to help Babs. Even in his dripping form he looked ready to help the red head.

Yes, she was so seeing the similarities between Robin and Dick now.

"I need to go…something's come up with my Dad," Babs mumbled. Something was up. Artemis could tell by the tone of her voice. Something was throwing her off. Something was really off. Barbara had a problem and it looks like she wasn't going to tell Artemis…or maybe anyone. She looked over to Bette, "Can you drive me home. I need to get home now." Surely, Artemis wasn't the only one catching the urgency in Babs' voice.

Dick had caught it. "Babs, I can call Alfred and take you home. What's going on?" he reached out and grabbed Barbara's hand. Artemis suddenly realized just how close the two of them were. They had been friends years before Artemis had come into the picture. They weren't just friends that laughed together and hung out together. They actually cared about each other. The two of them relied on each other.

From what Artemis understood, Barbara's dad was rarely home. Then, since she now assumed—or knew—that Dick's probably wasn't home a lot either. That left him and Barbara in the same boat. They weren't exactly comfortable with talking to their guardian figures in their life, but they had each other and that was obviously good enough. That made Artemis curious. Does Babs know about Dick's extracurricular activities?

Barbara sent Dick a look; an obviously longing look like she wanted to tell him, but it was guarded. "It's my Dad, Dick," she answered hesitantly, picking up her bag and other stuff in the process. She shouldered her bag and Bette joined her. They shared a concerned looked. Bette knew what was the matter with Barbara. "My mom is…back," and with that Barbara and Bette left.

Artemis turned her attention to Dick. He threw himself on the picnic blanket looking defeated. Barbara had turned to Bette and not him. There was an obviously hurt look on his face. Whenever he had a problem, he turned to Babs; and now she had a problem, but she didn't go to him.

"What does she mean by her mom?" Artemis asked.

Dick didn't look at her; he was obviously stuck in his thoughts. "Her mom left when she was younger. I didn't know that she was back, though." The boy obviously seemed upset by what was going on with Barbara. Artemis wanted to put a hand on Dick. To somehow comfort him. She didn't know how though. So, she did it the way in which she normally deals with issues.

Avoiding them.

"So, Dick…have I ever told you how much I like your eyes?" she said, scooting closer to him. It was so fun watching how fast Dick went from being upset to a bit flustered. She loved teasing the boys on the team—especially Wally and Dick—because of their raging hormones making them optimal victims. "They're a pretty shade of blue…like a Robin egg blue."

Dick Grayson quickly caught the hint in her words and her voice. He wanted to just avoid the topic. Maybe bring up something else to talk about, but he was almost tired of avoiding this. What did Bats think when he brought Artemis to his school?

Keep an eye on her.

Okay, of course he can do that. It would be an easy—

Do not become close to her in your civilian identity.

Seriously. What was Dick going to do? Stalk her? Yeah, that's what Bats probably expected to him. This was probably one of the first times where Dick had blatantly ignored his directions. He wasn't just going to act like Artemis didn't exist when she was going to his school. That was just an opportunity waiting. He couldn't let this pass up. He was glad he didn't let it pass up. Artemis was actually a great friend in both aspects of his life. He was sad that he didn't get to mess with her anymore, but he knew that she was going to end up putting this together eventually. Artemis was a smart girl, and he had left enough hints that she could catch.

"That's an enthralling adjective you used there," he said, trying to put a bit of distance between them.

Artemis was having none of that. "I think it's fitting actually."

"I think that it is quite unthralling to me."

Artemis smirked like this was all apart of her master plan to pin Dick Grayson in between a hard place and Batman. "Fine, if you don't like your eyes so much why don't you just…cover them." She raised her hand and covered his eyes with her hand. If Dick Grayson felt awkward before, it was nothing compared to now.

Yes, Dick had finally gotten over the stage where he was uncomfortable with girls near him, and now he actually liked having girls around him—for various reasons. It was because of his raging hormones. He laughed when Roy started obsessing over girls back when it had been right after they first met. Although, a hormone raging Roy is not that different from the Roy today—he's just able to suppress the hormones, kinda.

Wally was on the tail end of his raging hormones. They were still in full throttle, turning all appropriate thoughts were turning dirtier than Clayface's inner bowels. Robin has been face to face with Clayface's inner bowels, and, to say the least, it was not a pleasant experience. Alfred had to sponge bathe him for three weeks.

Dick hated sponge baths.

So now Dick, with a girl pressed up against him, was making his newfound hormones going whack. He didn't even like Artemis that way! Sure, he had noticed how her suit was very appropriately skin-tight, and he very much approved of being able to watch her and help her with agility. Did Artemis like noticing that stuff too? Or was that just a guy thing. He hopes not. It can be very distracting sometimes.

He felt like Wally, the boy who is attracted to everything that has boobs.

Robin was not okay with this.

Dick, on the other hand, was a hormonal, teenage boy and Artemis was, truthfully, an attractive girl, so when Artemis put her hand over his eyes—he automatically assumed the worst—or best, considering a change of perspective—or identity.

She was going to kiss him.

If he were to put aside the facts that they were teammates—hell, if he could put aside everything—he would be okay with that. No, he wasn't okay, though. Roy liked Artemis. Wally liked Artemis. It was like an Artemis love boat and Dick was pretty sure he was going to end up stuck on a buoy trailing behind.

Artemis had a thing for red-heads.

Still being a guy and all, he let himself hope. He could feel her leaning closer, her body almost leaning against his. It would be all right. She was one of his girls, after all. Her lips ghosted across his cheek, leaving a trail of bright pink. They settled next to his ear.

"Grayson, you are such a fucking douchebag," she punched him in the gut and pushed him against the grass. He automatically groaned when he hit the grass.

So close…

She laughed and lay down next to him, so she was on her stomach and he was on his back. He placed both of his hands behind his head as a pillow while she mirrored him but put it under her face as a pillow instead. She cocked her head so she could look at him. On her face was the most shit eating grin Dick had ever seen. "I don't know whether to beat the shit out of you, kiss you, or suffocate you with that cup over there." She was glaring at him, but there was an obvious humor to her words. She was obviously glad to have this whole secret identity fiasco done with.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Dick could at least try to keep the secret going even though it was a losing battle. Bruce was going to have his ass if he ever found out about this…

Artemis gave him the ugliest glare she could muster, "I know where you live, Pretty Bird. I will castrate you in your sleep." Dick wasn't sure if she actually meant it or not. She had threatened to but Bette once. She ended up cutting Bette with a very sharp knife that seemed to appear out of thin air—she must be getting magic lessons from Zantanna.

Hey, you can take the girl out of the assassins, but you can't take the assassin out of the girl.

"You do realize you can't tell anyone about this."

"I won't tell a soul—and I guess I won't tell any gingers too."

Dick gave Artemis one of those smiles and she gladly returned it. "Cute. But seriously. No one besides you, me, Bats, A, Roy, and Wally know about the whole secret ID dealio. You can't tell anyone you know."

Artemis propped herself onto her elbows. "Wait, Roy knows? I assumed Kid Jackass would know, but not Roy the Boy Toy." Dick laughed at the nicknames that Artemis had given them. Roy and Wally would keel over if they knew that Artemis knew about the whole Artemis-knowing-Dick-Grayson-was-Robin thing. Hell, they would die if they knew that Artemis knew who Dick was.

They would die if they were to see Artemis with Dick…

"Hey, Crockpot. I have a birthday party coming up and I was thinking that I need to introduce my new girlfriend to Roy and Wally."