A/N: Crap chapter. It will be continued. Ignore it. Okay, um, I don't wanna be picky, but when you anonymous review could you not all use guest as your name? I'm slow...and I get confused...and people insult me...and compliment me...and they're all called guest...and never mind I didn't say anything just ignore me...So besides that. Thank you for reviewing and just reading my story and please review if you have the time!

Meet and Greet

"We really shouldn't be eating this much food before the Meet," Barbara muttered.

"Says the girl who's scarfing down a milkshake and fries," Bette snorted and continued to shove food in her mouth too not even bothering to have the decency to cover her mouth when eating. For a girl who was supposed to be apart of Gotham's elite, she seemed to be lacking some social grace.

"Don't talk with your mouth full," Artemis automatically corrected.

Bette just narrowed her eyes at Artemis, "Oh look, hi mom." She picked up her spoon and scooped up a bit of whip cream and flung it at Artemis. It landed right underneath her left eye.

Artemis reached up and wiped it off her cheek and ate it. She glanced around the small diner that they always go to before a gymnastics practice. It usually wasn't that busy except for the occasional old person couple and awkward teenager first date couple that had no idea where to go so they went to this run down dinner thinking it was a good idea.

Thankfully, Artemis, Bette, and Babs were neither of those.

The place was relatively full tonight—surprisingly. There was a bunch of old couples chatting it up and gossiping. Besides teenagers, old people are probably the most gossipy. That was proven as Artemis watched some old couples point fingers at her group of friends and promptly talk about the "oddly placed children."

Artemis didn't mind, though. Most of them couldn't hear a thing they said, so they were free to talk about anything they wanted.

Anything.

"So Artemis wants in," Babs prompted and stole some fries off of Artemis' plate.

Bette raised an eyebrow, "Artemis wants to be Batgirl too?"

Artemis nearly spat out her food at that—instead, she let the water she was drinking almost come out her nose. Bette just snorted and handed her a napkin. "Thanks," she muttered bitterly. After she cleaned up her face, she finally turned back to her supposed friends. "I don't want to be Batgirl."

Babs just smirked and raised an eyebrow, "Imagine three of us. There would be no way for Batman to pin us as being it."

Artemis just shook her head, "He's trained me. He's seen me fight. He would recognize my fighting in an instant. Then you guess what happens? I get kicked from my Team and you two probably get your butts kicked by Batman himself for being untrained."

"You wouldn't sell us out."

Artemis just snorted, "Ha. Ha. It's nice to know you guys actually think that highly of me. Nope, I would sell you out in an instant if it came down to Bats actually trying to talk to you about it. I would get in as much trouble as it is actually encouraging you guys; I don't need to be in trouble for also not telling him whom you two are. Although, it is only a matter of time before he figures out who Batgirl really is," Artemis admitted and poured some ketchup and mustard on her plate and mixed them together to dip the French fries.

Bette wrinkled her nose, "That's disgusting."

"It's classy."

"Half-Asian, blonde mutant."

"Rich blonde skank."

"As much as I love you two trying to demoralize each other, shouldn't we get going? We're gonna be late for the Meet and Mrs. Cree is pregnant," Babs pointed out.

Both of the girls nodded, "Don't make pregnant people mad."

"Big no-no."

Bette paid for the meal while Artemis left the tip. They usually rotated who paid for their meals every time so it was an equal trade—although, Dick was the one who funded all of them with money.

Dick was very…flippant with his money. The girls really didn't even ask him for money most of the time, he just gave it to them. He claimed it was "payment for being his friend", but they knew that was just a load of bullshit. He didn't really give the money to Bette as much as he did to Artemis and Barbara. He would just leave the money for them in the most random places. Artemis started to notice it happen when she would miraculously always have a twenty-dollar bill in her purse after she had just spent it.

Of course, Artemis tried to return it. The key word tried. He wouldn't take it back, or sometimes he would take it back and just give it back to her in some other way. It made her feel like a charity case—even though Dick was arguably one too. She would much rather steal or borrow the money from him than actually just have him give it to her. Maybe it was a pride thing or something…

Maybe for him it was a Bat thing.

There was no other way for them to show their affection and love so they just bought stuff for others. Is that what it is like at Wayne manor? Does Bruce not really know how to say good job to Dick when he does something right on a mission so he just gets him something?

In all the times she has gone to Wayne Manor she has never really seem more than a glance between the two. They don't really talk and she has never witnessed a reassuring touch or anything. At least her parents would hug her—hell, her Dad would even pat her on the shoulder when she did something good.

Dick and even Robin always seemed to be quite physical when it came to displaying affection whether it is just a casual grab of the arm, the playing with the hair, sitting on top of people, or just a hug. He always went for the more physical side of it and maybe that was because he didn't get that at home so he was trying to make up for it with other people. Then there was also the money thing that he assumingly developed from Bruce, and those were his only ways of displaying affection—or at least the only ways he knew how. The way he knew and the way he craved.

What.

Artemis thinks that she would do swell as being a therapist one day.

She's already gone through enough emotional trauma in her life why not try and solve some more?

They all got into Bette's car and started off towards Artemis' apartment because she just so happened to forget to bring her leotard. Bette was about ready to make Artemis just go naked for the meet, she was so irritated. Of course, she made Artemis pay a fee for having to take a different route and waste Bette's gas.

Lovely friends, as always.

Artemis just paid her the five dollars, and they went up to her apartment—Bette and Babs trailing behind like the groupies they were.

Artemis was about to make a joke about Artemis being the pimp and Babs' and Bette being her whores when she heard something—no someone talking behind the door that wasn't her mother.

Was her Mom on a date? Did she have a guy over?

Artemis pressed her ear to the door to try and hear more as she held up a hand to silence Bette and Babs.

"—and so he's convinced that Artemis might be dating Babs or Bette. And then there's the fact that she's dating his son and I didn't even know that. I don't know anything about Artemis' life. I feel so out of the loop. Does this normally happen with teenagers? This happened with Roy, but he was always so ugh, so I thought it was just me. Dinah says I overreact when it comes to the kids and she says to let her take over. But then Artemis comes along and I'm like her awkward fatherly figure—or is that Bats—and I don't know what's going on with her life? What if they're all dating each other, Paula? Is polygamy legal, Paula? What's going on?"

Oh. Oh.

Oliver Queen was in her living room trying to figure out if she was dating Babs, Bette, or Dick.

For some reason, Artemis just isn't surprised.

Artemis just opens the door to her apartment and a wide-eyed Oliver Queen stared at her. He was sitting on the coffee table while her mother was sitting on the couch. The TV was on Wheel of Fortune. Paula locked over Ollie's shoulder to see the puzzle, "To jump the moon," her mother finished the puzzle.

Her mother should really go on that show.

Paula sipped her tea one more time before lazily looking at Artemis, "Are you dating Babs or Bette?"

Artemis looked back at the two girls behind her. "No."

"See, Ollie, you and Bruce need to stop your billionaire gossiping."

Ollie gaped for a second before collection himself, "You're right, Paula."

"As always, can you ask Dinah if she would like to come over to watch Design Star tonight?"

"Sure thing, Paula." Ollie got up and glanced at the girls. "You're really not doing anything?"

Artemis just laughed, "No, Ollie."

He sighed, "What are you guys doing?"

"I have to pick up my leotard for the gymnastics meet today."

"You're in…gymnastics?"

Her mom quickly shot her a bunch of warning looks, clearly saying, Honey, please don't make the man any more insecure than he already is.

Artemis smiled, "I just joined, actually," she quickly lied. "We have a couple of meets after Winter break if you want to come to one," she offered, trying to make the man feel at least a bit better. "I'll see you at the New Years party, right?"

Ollie sighed and nodded before leaving. After that, Artemis quickly got her leotard and walked out the door. Ollie felt the need to connect with Artemis because of what happened between him and Roy and so when he felt like there was any sort of disconnect he would get the info from whatever source he could.

Whatever source.

It was adorable, though. Ollie in general was adorable. He was just a flustered man trying to be a father. Artemis would love to see how he would respond to actually having a son.

"So who was that guy?" Babs asked as they got into Bette's car.

"You remember Roy?"

"You mean the most attractive redhead I have ever seen?"

"Um, sure. Well that was his dad—my Uncle."

"Wait…you and Angstable Red are related?"

"He's adopted."

"Well, at least it's not incest anymore," Bette said with a smirk, probably referring to some crazy ass plan that was formulating in her head. Artemis didn't want to know what Bette was thinking of. It was probably to weird for Artemis to even comprehend.

Unfortunately, Bette might be able to act out those plans earlier than she had hoped because some douchebag decided it would be okay to invite Roy and Wally to her first gymnastic meet.

She was going to kill Dick Grayson.

Like literally.

Screw Batman and being a hero and all that shit, she was going to strangle his tiny, acrobatic neck and just kill him.

Standing next to Dick Grayson was Kid Jackass and Speedy Mk. I. Wally was busy texting on his phone while Roy and Dick were chatting it up. Artemis narrowed her eyes. "How mad do you think Coach would be if I skipped?"

"She's preggo, so…"

Artemis huffed, "I'm gonna kill Dick."

Babs smirked, "Aren't you two 'dating', though?"

"That just gives me more permission to beat the shit out of him."

Wally looked up from his phone and stared opened mouth at Artemis for a second, "What is the Arte-whore doing here?" he asked.

Artemis narrowed her eyes, "I'm apart of the gymnastics team, West."

He just snorted at that, "You mean the girl who's about as flexible as a Popsicle stick is apart of the gymnastics team?"

"That's the best comeback you could come up with? I'm really disappointed."

"I would try harder, but I'm too busy hating you."

"At least I'm able to think over my hatred of you unlike some people."

"Guys," Dick basically flailed his arms around like a little penguin. "Can you two not argue for five seconds?"

"Well maybe if Artemis wasn't so judgmental."

"Since when am I judgmental?"

"You complain about mine and Roy's red hair."

"Well, that's common sense. You don't trust people who don't have souls."

"That joke is so old, Art. You should really think of new material. You pull that one out of your ass every time we see you."

"At least I have something to comeback with unlike some other people. Are you really that slow?"

Wally just narrowed his eyes at her, "What."

"Yeah, you're a bit on the slow side. Did you understand that, West? Or do I have to say it a bit…slower?"

"I will kill you."

"Slowly, right?"

"Why don't we just go get changed," Babs tugged Artemis away from the glaring match she was having with Wally. "Are you always that hostile with him?" she asked once they entered the school.

Artemis just narrowed her eyes while the fleeted away. "Usually more so. Someone must have finally put him on sedatives."

Bette just smirked, "Whatever you say, Crockpot."

Oh no.

Bette was giving her that look.

"No way in hell, Kane," Artemis snapped back as they walked down the empty school hallway towards the girls' locker room to change.

"Sorry, but yes. The sexual tension was oozing off of you two. I'm surprised you guys haven't jumped each other yet," Bette admitted casually while playing with her pockets.

Artemis nearly stopped cold in her steps. "No. Ew. Just because two people have—ahem—sexual tension does not mean they would be a good couple. We argue all the time, which also does not make a good couple. Just because we might have some awesome hate sex does not mean that in anyway we should be together."

"You just admitted that you would have awesome hate sex."

"You completely missed the entire point of my monologue."

"I'm a teenager, we kinda do that a lot. If you didn't know, of course."

"Oh, I didn't know because I'm not really a teenager."

"Figured that much."

"Oh did you?"

"Well, of course."

"Aren't you just a smarty pants?"

"You know, with what you said in that lovely monologue—which I happened to pay attention to, of course—you happened to mention that anyone with sexual tension would have awesome sex."

"I don't think I ever said that."

"Nope, you did. I was there, you were there, Babs was there, but it seems that you forgot."

"Go home, Bette."

"Nope. I'm afraid it's my job to set you on the right path."

"Ha, right path."

"Excuse me?"

The Girls went on assaulting each other with multiple quips and attacks on each other's personality traits because that's what a true friend would do. They were in the locker room changing when Artemis received a text from Dick.

Artemis was surprised at all the swear words she knew in various languages. "I fucking hate you, Bette."

Bette looked up from trying to shimmy into her leotard. It was a bit wet and when the leotards are any bit wet, they are just an absolute pain to try and put on. "What?" she asked.

Artemis threw her the phone and Bette broke out laughing.

You guys do realize we were behind you the entire time?