Artemis awoke at midnight, to the sound of shouting.

She'd actually fallen asleep in her room this time, and had to drag herself up, out of bed, to see what was going on. She brought her blanket with her, though.

As she neared the training room, the voices got more distinct, and she sped up.

When she got there, she froze by the door, near the others who were just… watching.

Amness stood on one side of the room, her eyes blazing, her hands in fists at her side.

Wally stood on the other, back towards the door.

He was literally vibrating with rage, shaking so fast smoke rose from the floor.

"I told you. I. Am. FINE!"

"The hell you are. You lie to yourself on instinct!."

"No! I'm perfectly peachy, Fucking amazing. Couldn't be better!"

"Bullshit! Look at you! You're a time bomb waiting to explode."

"No!"

"You can't handle you're anger because you refuse to admit it even exists!"

"I'M FINE!"

"LIAR!"

She shifted her weight forward, just a little, and Wally snapped.

"BITCH!"

He leapt at her, fists going a mile a minute, pounding into her chest, pummeling the air out of her lungs with bruising force.

"Wally!" Artemis heard herself scream, and she could hear the others beside her doing the same, but the computer set up a boundary between them.

"ROB! Hack it, HACK IT!" she pounded her fists against the shield, trying to beat her way through before Wally killed Amness.

A string of colourful swears exploded from beside her, and Robin smashed his fist into the barrier. "I'm locked out."

There was a hard thunk, and they all stared.

Somehow, Amness had managed to get a punch in, one that sent Kid Flash wheeling backwards, his jaw already bruising.

She stood, grabbed her ever-present hat off her head, and threw it into Wally's face, blinding him, distracting him.

Then, Amness proceeded to level the playing field.

She blocked as many punches as Wally landed, forcing him backwards to the center of the room. Occasionally, she would get one herself, making him pause for a second.

But she was getting the worst of it.

When the shield finally shut down, Amness was curled up on her side on the floor.

Wally was still hitting her, but slowly, completely exhausted.

When Artemis ran to them, his eyes were dull, emotionless.

Then, slowly, she watched shock and horror take over his expression.

He glanced down, staring at the blood on his hands, then at Amness.

"oh my god." Wally's voice was quiet.

She forced herself to roll over, wincing at what had to be fractured, if not broken, ribs.

"Feel better, West?" her lip was split in two places, and she was bruised everywhere.

"I… I'm so… I can't even…" He was blinking too fast.

Amness glanced over his shoulder at Artemis.

"Take a picture. The," she coughed a little blood into her elbow, "The famous Kid Flash is at a loss for words." Then, the others were there, gently pulling them both apart.

With a hand from Robin, Amness stood up, and peeled off her sweater, revealing dented body armour beneath.

"He's more hurt than I am. I came ready for this fight." Amness's voice was flat, and sad.

Aqualad gave her a look, and she shook her head.

"Tomorrow. I'll explain tomorrow." He didn't look convinced, and she sagged a little.

"Please, Kaldur? Just give us both some pain meds, and I'll explain in the morning."

He opened his mouth to say something, and closed it again.

She took that as agreement, and turned to drag Wally to his feet.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't know that I could… that I would…"

He was shaking again, but this time Artemis was sure it was with shock.

"I know." Amness rested a hand on his shoulder. "That's why I had to show you."

"I was so Angry." Something softened in her face, and she hugged him.

"It's okay, Wally. It will be fine."

Dick couldn't sleep.

It wasn't just seeing his friends so badly beaten.

He was used to that, thanks to Batman.

It wasn't that he knew she'd provoked Wally deliberately, to show him his issues.

That actually made some sense, in an odd way.

It was how she'd fought.

It had felt familiar, somehow, but not the familiar of having her at his side.

It felt like he recognized her style because he'd fought against her.

But no, that was crazy.

He'd never met Amness before the night she'd shown up here.

Had he?

Dick wheeled backwards, bruise forming on his jaw, and she got to her feet.

She flicked the hat towards him, and midair it turned from a soft, knitted cap to something else. Something large, and green, with a razor sharp brim.

He grabbed it out of the air, and stared with horror at the card stuck in the side.

10/6

No, it couldn't be.