A/N: Thanks for all the love. I went through a majors writers block. I couldn't write the next Batgirl section. I know what I want to write, but I can't get it to translate. And with Invasion, my plot making abilities are currently distracted by the new season. So this is a little filler. It was awkward because I was halfway through writing this and BAM! Timmy and Jaybird are on Young Justice. I personally love the new season, BTW. So please review and I will give you a complementary Teen Titans Annual where Artemis FREAKING DIES. (Yeah, I cried)

Babysitter

Oh, it'll be fun Artemis! Little kids are fun to play with. I promise that Jason won't hurt you, a lot. What's a better way to spend a Saturday afternoon than babysitting little kids?

Artemis could think of a ton of ideas, but for some reason, she agreed to fill in babysitting for Dick Grayson. She was debating on giving him an earful. He had probably managed to trick her into this—seduced her or something. He promised that he "owed her big time", but she doesn't exactly know what that means.

He better buy her a freaking pony for this.

"Again, thanks Artemis," Dick smiled at her while he patted the younger boys. Looking at the two younger boys, Artemis really wasn't sure why she was doing this. Sure he was going to owe her, and Robin or Dick Grayson owing her could come in handy sometime in the future, but Artemis was not prepared for this.

The two boys peeked out form behind Dick's legs. One was a black haired, blue-eyed, six year old boy and the other was a black-haired, green-eyed ten-year-old boy. "So the left clinger," he gestured to the obviously older one, "is Jason. He's my adopted little brother. He tried to steal the wheels off the special car," Dick did some weird, spazzy thing with his face that Artemis could only assume was a wink. "So Bruce decided why not? And righty is Timmy," he gestured to the younger boy. "He's our neighbor's kid, but his parents are practically never around, so we babysit him constantly," Dick explained and tried to push the younger ones out in front of him.

Both of the boys clung every tighter to Dick's legs. "But today I get to watch them," Artemis finished.

"Again, I owe you. Bruce gave me some info for a project, and I need to get that done, but I forgot that I already told the Drake's I'd watch Timmy." He bent down and picked up Tim and started bouncing Tim on his hip.

Artemis tried not to laugh, "You'll be a great mother one day."

He smirked, "I know right? It's my motherly instincts. Here," he held out Timmy for Artemis to take. She stared at the young boy. Artemis wasn't really good with young kids—if it wasn't obvious by her sudden fear. She reluctantly took the little boy. She's never been good around children. It's not like she's ever had to deal with kids before. She was, after all, the "baby" of her family. It's not like she ever had to babysit in the Shadows.

Artemis held the boy at arms length. Timmy gave her one of the sassiest looks she had ever seen—probably learned it from hanging around Dick too much. "Never held a kid before?" Dick asked with a smirk.

"Is it that obvious?"

"Lucky for you, Babs will come so she can cook dinner for you."

"Don't you have a butler that does that kinda stuff?"

"Alfred? He's in Taiwan."

"Why—oh never mind."

"Babas coming?" Timmy asked. Artemis brought him closer and balanced him on her hip and he clung to her jacket.

Dick smiled and moved closer—he had to drag his leg because Jason was still holding onto it—so he could ruffle Tim's hair. "Yep, but right now Artemis is going to take care of you."

"'Mis?" Timmy mumbled.

Dick grinned and looked up at Artemis like he just came up with your new nickname, sweetie-pie. "Yeah, you both better listen to Artemis. Jason make sure Timmy doesn't get hurt and keep Artemis in line." He pushed Jason off of his leg and towards Artemis, but the boy just went to grab onto Dick again. Dick leaned down and whispered something in Jason's ear. Jason pouted but walked over to Artemis. Dick smiled and grasped onto Artemis' hand. He carefully kissed it, "Thank you, Artemis. Remember, I owe you."

That left Artemis alone in Wayne Manor with two little babies. This wasn't awkward at all. "So what do you guys want to do?" she asked hoping that the kids could figure out something cool to do. It's not like she could pull from her past for inspiration of what to do.

"Pudding," Timmy said.

"Uh…considering you can't really do pudding, how about something else?" She really didn't want to be known as the chick that burned down Bruce Wayne's—AKA Batman's—humble abode.

Yeah, that would sure look good on her resume.

The two boys went into a conversation of what to do—mainly with Timmy throwing out ideas and Jason shooting them down.

"Legos."

"Bruce got rid of those because I left some downstairs."

"Lego Batman?"

"Bruce doesn't like that game cause it objectifies Superheroes."

"Play catch."

"Bruce doesn't let us play catch anymore after he gave Dick a concussion."

"Popcorn."

"I think we ran out the last time Dick's idiot friend came over."

"Can we go outside and climb trees?

Jason turned to look at her. It passed his judgement.

Sure the worst thing is that you can only break your neck and Batman will suddenly decide to revoke his no-kill policy! "Sure thing, Jason." Jason led them through the mansion. Artemis didn't really come to the manor that often even though Dick was becoming—even though Artemis would never admit it—one of her best friends. It was still awkward with the whole Birthday incident, but it was also the fact that Artemis can't be around Bruce Wayne.

There is going to be a point where Artemis just accidentally let's something slip past her tongue about Robin/Dick and Bruce is going to catch on—probably a bird pun. She's not exactly sure of the consequences of knowing, but it really wasn't in her agenda to find out what punishment he had in store—probably hanging her from Wayne Towers by her hair. Batman was basically the definition of fear—well, technically, Scarecrow is a more of the personification of fear. Artemis didn't like Scarecrow. The team had a run in with him once—her, Robin, and Roy got a good face full of fear gas.

Artemis doesn't want to talk about it.

She lifted Tim up so he could grab onto the higher branches. "You need a lift too?" she asked Jason.

He snorted, "Psh, I can reach those branches." Jason stood on his tiptoes and grabbed onto the lower. He swung up until she was staring at an upside down, little boy. "See, 'Mis?" He flipped around and started climbing further up the tree.

Timmy stood up and tried to grab onto Jason's ankle, "Jay, Dick said we aren't supposed to go past that branch," he protested.

Jason snorted. "Yeah, he also said he convinced Bruce to get me a dog for my birthday. Do you like dogs, 'Mis?"

Artemis looked up at him. She probably should be stopping him from climbing up the tree, but she was just a bit distracted with her thoughts.

She could almost hear Dick mocking her.

If you don't get tracted soon, my little brother is going to have split skull and you'll have to face the wrath of Daddy Bats.

"Uh, yeah. I guess," Artemis answered.

Jason grinned at her, "I like dogs too."

"Why don't you come over more often, 'Mis? Aren't you Dick's girlfriend?" Timmy asked while trying to reach a branch that was just a bit too high for him to reach.

Jason nearly slipped off the branch, "You're Grayson's girlfriend?" he choked out.

Artemis scratched her head before realizing that Dick was still leading on that they're dating. Figures. He still can't fess up to Batman that Artemis knew anything. He'd rather let Artemis deal with the wrath of overprotective Bats.

Batman made her do an extra hour of training because she "could have slipped up with that last move during training".

"Yeah," she finally answers. The truth is that she's distracted. She's never been more distracted in her life. All she can think about right now is her own sibling while watching Dick's. She used to be like Timmy. She used to hang upside down from the tree and basically play 20 Questions with Jade. Of course, Jade usually didn't want to play, but Artemis was persistent and a bit ignorant.

It had been right before Jade had left. Jade said she needed to get out of the house where there was no chance of her being heard and Artemis had somehow managed to convince Jade to let her tag along.

Artemis sat in a tree and watched her sister plan and talk to herself. "Jade, what's going on?" Artemis asked and swung upside down from the tree.

Jade looked up at her and muttered something about stupid, ignorant kids. "Look, sis, some stuff has happened."

There was a pause as the two girls just stared at each other. Artemis went back to swinging upside down. "Jade, whatchya thinking about?" Artemis asked and nearly slipped off of the tree. Jade was sitting on the grass leaning against a tree. Her knees were curled up to her chest. She was muttering stuff to herself. Artemis hadn't learned how to read lips yet—she would learn soon, though, for moments like this. When people weren't in the mood for talking to anyone but themselves.

Jade's eyes snapped up at her and narrowed. "How can you be happy? Mom's in jail."

Artemis stopped swinging and let her ponytail fall down. She stared at her older sister, "Dad's gonna help her get out like he always does."

Jade snorted, "Mom's not going anywhere any time soon." She crossed her arms and glared at the blonde girl that was her sister and that she always had to take care of.

Artemis brows knit together before she swung till she was sitting on the branch. "What do you mean? Dad takes care of Mom, and then they take care of us."

"Are you really that stupid, Artemis?" Jade snapped.

Artemis clenched her jaw and looked at her sister. Her sister did occasionally snap at her—it made sense, they were sibling—but it was uncalled for. What was Artemis doing wrong? "That's how a family works," she mumbled out.

"And you think we're a family?"

Artemis paused, "You're my sister, and Mom and Dad are my—our parents."

"You had it right the first time, sis," the term wasn't used as a way of endearment. No, Jade was using it to mock her. "I'm not apart of this family anymore," Jade announced, like she was proud.

Artemis didn't understand.

"But you're my sister, and this is our family."

Jade stood up and stared at her younger sister whom was still perched up in the tree like a little bird. "No, Artemis, I'm leaving. I'll accept being your sister, but I'm done with being associated with Mom and Dad. I'm gonna go strike it on my own," she announced like she was still unsure about the decision herself, but telling her sister about it was helping solidify itself in her mind. Helping force herself into this. Helping her stick to this and not back out like the last second. She wouldn't back out like Dad. Not like Dad. Never like Dad.

Artemis nearly fell off the tree branch as she reached for her sister, as if her little hands could do anything to change her sister's mind. "Jade," Artemis protested. Jade reached up and let Artemis fall into her arms.

She held Artemis for a second before putting her on the ground.

"Jade, you can't go," she protested again.

"Sis, I'm not going to be stuck with Dad while—" she paused for a second. Her words choked out. She fell silent and just stared at Artemis like there was something else—something that Artemis was missing.

"Where are you going to go?"

She sat down on the ground. "Talia al Ghul offered me a position on her personal guard…do you remember Talia?" Jade asked.

Artemis bit her lip, "You mean the lady Dad gets some of his jobs from?"

"Yeah…she says I have potential."

"You're leaving protecting me so you can go protect her."

Jade opened her mouth to protest, to say that she wasn't doing that. That she was going for the opportunity. It was Talia al Ghul, and working for her would open up so many doors for Jade. The opportunities. The potential. It was all too appealing for her to refuse. Or at least, that's what she's convinced herself that that's what she doing, and why she's doing it.

And not because she doesn't want to watch Artemis get raised the same way her father raised her.