A/N: I am addicted to this, especially writing it. And if you were smart, you checked the playlist this weekend. Updated it. With one of my personal favorite songs EVER, which works way too well with this story…

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

He rolled up the pages. "This could work."

"Duh."

"Shut up," he hissed.

"Now you just have to get up the guts to confront Daddy's girlfriend."

Disgusted, he glared in the general direction of his comrade. "Because you make it sound so much more appealing." He emitted something of a snort before moving on with his papers.

"Wally won't get a say in this."

"We covered this before we even started." Another pang hit home; Wally was still strapped to a machine, his eyes still shut as he remained locked in a coma. "Wally's going to have to cope with what we can manage."

"Superspeed can be a benefit," noted his partner in crime, following closely behind. "He'll manage even without zetas."

"Bingo."

"So you're taking care of Canary?"

He cracked a harsh, brisk laugh. "You're sick, you know that?" His look was laced with both horror and hatred. As much as he wanted to give Dinah a beat down, she was still Queen's arm-candy. "No way in Hell am I approaching this on my own. You're in on the plan just as much as I am, more so even."

The lower lip was bitten as she followed beside him. "You do realize we'll have to deal with each other every day, right?"

"It'll be like a war zone, but we'll have to make it work for him. Like, I can't insult you. And you can't harass me." He sucked in a deep breath of air. "This may be a little harder than we thought."

"We've got the last of the summer to prep," noted the girl with a slight shrug. "Do you think it'll work? In... three weeks?"

"As long as we're not at each others' throats, we should be alright. Hostile territory isn't an option if this is going to work."

"And you have to find the will."

"I'll work with Alfred on that, don't worry about it."

She kept an even pace with him. "I'm just worried how Wally'll do with the changes."

"Wally's a good kid." Roy pushed a door open and let Artemis through. "He'll help us with Dick every way possible once he wakes up."

And they headed for the meeting room, ready to face the enemy.

"And we've got just the plan to make it work."

The Leaguers had to blink a few times and figure out if this was even happening.

Roy Harper. And Artemis Crock. Working together. And neither of them with arrows puncturing skin.

Was it possible?

Canary was the first to speak up. "What are you talki-"

"We've got a plan to make it work," insisted Roy, pushing the file on the table closer to his foster father and his girlfriend.

Artemis began quickly, words tumbling out of her mouth almost too fast. "I live in Gotham, we all know this, yada yada. Point is, it's familiar territory for Grayson to live in. He knows the city, he knows the school. It'd be safe for him there, right?" She was looking at the heroes around her as if for some sort of confirmation when Roy cut in.

"He'll still be under plenty of surveillance there so he won't be able to do anything stupid. Mrs. Crock has already agreed to this as long as the Justice League can provide some sort of funding to assist with the living costs." Roy swallowed, hoping they'd all see it the way they did.

"My apartment has space for him with some rearranging," Artemis jumped in again after a quick look to her red-haired partner. "And he can come to school with me, I'll check with the school so we can have at least most of the same classes. Plus, Wally and Roy both agree that it's better he stays with a friend his age. I may be on the team and in the business, but when I'm not there, Roy can cover for me."

Oliver was about to ask when Red Arrow continued, "There's an apartment in her building that's for rent, making it possible for me to be close in case of an emergency considering Mrs. Crock's disability. It'll allow me to keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn't misbehave."

"Not to mention Roy can aid in the search for the will while he's in Gotham," added the blonde at his side.

"The point is that was know what environment would work best for him. It's no Wayne Manor and it's not a circus trailer, but it's a safe, permanent home for him. He'll have access to Mount Justice for hanging out and he'll be back on familiar territory." Roy desperately wished they could see it the way he and Artemis did. This would work if they would just give it a shot.

She continued, "And there's a zeta beam less than five minutes from my building, meaning you can check in whenever you want to." Her dark blue-gray eyes watched the faces of the Justice League heroes around them; none wore any sort of expression. The two of them only received an array of blank stares, some in shock, others just completely empty. "It'll work. He'll have freedom, he'll be safe, he'll be in Gotham, and he'll have friends. And when Wally gets better, he'll even hang out. This will work, we know it."

"Give us a chance," pleaded Roy, his voice only a tad softer than his usual hard, gravelly tone. "We know how to make this work."

Surprisingly enough, Canary was near speechless, leaving Superman to pick up her slack. "How do you know he wants this?"

Roy had almost forgotten about it; he even shot a look at Artemis for not reminding him about it, to which she responded with an I-forgot-too kind of shrug. "I have recordings. Zatanna must've been moving my bug around the Watchtower to get some of the soundbytes." He pulled the bug from his pocket. The day before, he'd retrieved it from the Watchtower on the visit he'd promised Dick. "It's easily proof enough that he wants out of there."

"Artemis, you seem to be forgetting something," noted J'onn after a moment of watching her twitching with both excitement and nervousness.

That'd be two things she'd forgotten. The recording and whatever else could possibly go wrong... She bit back a groan of annoyance.

Queen stood up and looked at the two, immediately catching onto Martian Manhunter's thoughts. "You're forgetting about your father."

Her eyes snapped shut. Damn. How could she have been so naive to think things would end so easily? Of course the past would catch up with her and punish everyone she cared about. All she wanted to do was help Robin, for crying out loud...

Roy's blue-green eyes snapped to the blonde archer. "You told me your dad didn't live with you."

The walls were automatically up, her defenses leaping into action. "He doesn't," she explained quickly, "because he left for good when my mom got out of prison. But he's gone now, shouldn't check back in again, null and void, not a problem."

Roy took a deep breath. The hair on the back of his neck prickled. "Artemis..."

And it seemed like the whole thing was falling apart at once, a whole poked through their plan. Her stupid father... "My dad's Sportsmaster, okay? He used to live with me, but he moved out before I joined the team. I used to work with the Shadows, but it's done now, won't be a problem." Artemis was near begging. They were Robin's last hope; he needed them more than anyone would ever know.

That was all Hal had to hear. He knew the whole story to begin with, but she seemed to know what she was talking about. "And if he calls on your services again, call the League for help."

"But if it comes to be a problem and you two can't handle it on your own," inserted Dinah, "he's out of there. Sportsmaster cannot know that the former Robin is with you. If he finds out, you both know the consequences."

Richard would be kidnapped, simple as that.

But the way she'd said it-

"So he can stay with her?" asked Roy, his voice disbelieving.

"Effective in a week, yes." Dinah stood up, her hand still clasped with Ollie's. Maybe Roy would finally find some peace... "We'll still have to look at the conditions, speak with Mrs. Crock, find out if Red Arrow here can actually afford the apartment, and work out a few other things with the Gotham Academy school board, but it shouldn't be a problem." As much as she hated to admit it, the two has the right idea. They were ready to take care of him. For real.

A/N: "Meet Virginia" by Train does take a decent stab at Artemis… So how about another chapter… some time this week? Next weekend? I just gotta look at the set-up for the next few chapters… Review?

~Sky