Well you could have told me that!

Yeah because you're really going to waltz with me?

You aren't waltzing.

So! It's close enough. Do you even know how to waltz?

No but-

Would both of you be quiet!?

Artemis halted her psychic argument with Wally at Connor's irritated insistence.

Sorry.

Try to stay focused guys. We aren't here to have fun.

But it won't kill us to have some anyway. Artemis thought smiling to herself.

It might kill him. Artemis glared at Wally as they spun past him. Her face softened when she realized he was genuinely concerned.

"Something wrong, Grayson?" she asked looking up at his face. She hadn't missed his eyes flicking around the room.

"Just… people watching I guess."

For people trying to kill you? Artemis guessed silently. "Oh. You do that a lot?"

"Only when people aren't staring at me." At the moment the people closest to them were conveniently occupied by her team mates.

"Is that a hobby you picked up or are you just paranoid?" Artemis asked on a laugh hoping to lighten his mood.

"Yes." His reply was without hesitation.

Artemis just blinked. "Well at least you're honest."

As the minutes passed, Dick grew quieter. His eyes were ever restless, flicking about the room, distracted by every sound any raised voice or sudden motion. Moving slowly to avoid startling him, she brought her arms up over his shoulders pulling him into a semi-hug as they danced. She prepared for an onslaught of psychic protests from Wally, but none came. From her vantage point over Dick's shoulder she could see he was actually smiling.

Dick on the other hand, was tense. His shoulders were straight and his arms were flexed like he was preparing to shield himself.

Geez. Who is this guy? Thor? Artemis thought in amazement at the muscles she could feel through his jacket.

"Don't you ever relax? Maybe you'd enjoy yourself."

"Not really." Even without seeing his face, she could tell there was a slight hint of a smile on his lips.

A sudden bright light had them pulling apart. Artemis turned her head sharply to see a photographer that Dick was already glaring at.

"Do you mind? Get lost!" Dick demanded. The photographer hurried off, smiling despite the rebuke.

"What? You don't want to laugh about this someday?" Artemis crossed her arms over her chest. "You sure changed a lot Grayson."

Dick turned towards her, an almost sad look on his face, and then his expression was unreadable. A moment later the lights went out.

I'm still getting a lot of comments about this so I need to reiterate: I realize Dick's first language is Romani, but it is not a written language so I made the creative decision to use Hungarian. I know it's not the same but it's close. And I can't write and unwritten language; if this were audio based it would be a whole other story. Seriously. I also realize that most people use Romanian, but the things I wanted to be said look better on the page in Hungarian.