Hey everyone! Sorry about how late this chapter turned out to be. Life hit pretty hard over the holidays, and then once I actually started this I realized I was really out of character so I had to start over. Even some spots may seem somewhat OOC but I just really wanted to get this out to y'all.

Alright, I realize I haven't really been clear in this. Let me just say that the Artemis I'm using here is not the same as in Young Justice, just as in Young Justice she is not the same as she was in the comics. I've taken the liberty of making a few changes as I see fit, simply from what I'd assume would happen from growing up in a slightly different environment than she did in YJ. And um... yeah, if I think of more things to clear up I will but currently I'm having a mind fart SO ENJOY!

I don't own Arrow or Young Justice

"So what you're saying is, some strange girl who started the night by shooting her own arrows at you - helping Sportsmaster - took you down, saw that you're Oliver Queen and decided to let you run away?" Diggle asked. He had been leaning on the table, not even meeting Oliver's eyes. Felicity sat in her chair, looking down. In fact, no one had looked at the other since Oliver had told them of what had happened.

Oliver couldn't blame them. He had screwed up, majorly. The girl knew who he was. She could easily turn him in. And if Oliver was prosecuted, the police could easily trace to Diggle and Felicity. In fact, Detective Lance already knew Felicity was involved. If they were caught, despite the good they'd been doing, they would no doubt go to jail for the rest of their lives. Oliver might even get the death penalty with the number of people he's killed, plea of insanity or not.

Oliver took a breath. He hadn't even told them of his suspicions. "Not only that," he began.

"Oh, what now?" Diggle snapped. Oliver glared at him before continuing.

"The girl. She was a teenager," he said. "Crock had two daughters, right? I think she was one of them."

"So we're going to jail?" Felicity asked, as though it was a fact. It was hard not to, after that last bit of news had been shared.

"No," Diggle said. "We're going to hell."

"Wait. You're forgetting the part where she helped him escape," Felicity said. "She realized who he was, and then covered for him while he escaped. If she wanted to expose him, or kill him, she would have done it there. If she goes to the police now, she'd be arrested too most likely. She wouldn't risk it…"

"We can't be sure of that," Oliver said.

"Well, if she's one of his daughters, and she betrayed him… what if something happened? You said she's only a girl. Even we can't just let him do whatever he wants with her."

"Felicity, she's as much of a criminal as her father is," Oliver said. "She knew what she was doing. She can handle herself. Crock is still on the loose, and he needs to be caught before the Triad help him recover. And the girl before she tells him who I am."

Felicity turned around in her chair, facing the computers. She was typing away wildly, and neither Oliver nor Diggle could tell what she was doing. After a moment, Oliver was fed up.

"Felicity, what are yo-?"

"Crock. Artemis Crock," Felicity said, spinning back around to face Oliver. On the screen was a mug shot of a girl. The girl, he realized. Without her mask, he could clearly make out her attributes. The blond hair was still in a ponytail, although now he could detect a trace of some Asian descent. She glared into the camera, grey eyes unsettling. Oliver realized what Felicity was doing right away. She was trying to make Oliver feel guilty. "Daughter of Lawrence Crock and Paula Nguyen. She's got an older sister, too, who ran away after her mother went to jail."

"Felicity…" he warned.

"I don't think it's too crazy of a guess to say that she didn't have much of a choice in anything," Felicity said. Diggle stayed to the side, seeing who would win the argument. "Besides, she's only 16. There's not much of a different choice for her, especially since we have no idea what Sportsmaster has done an-"

"Felicity!" Oliver interrupted. Felicity paused, pursing her lips at Oliver while she waited for his response. "Enough. I've made up my mind." He looked at the screen, pausing. "Crock's daughter can handle herself." Felicity opened her mouth to protest but closed it as Oliver glared at her again. She realized that that might be the best she could get. At least now she wouldn't have to worry about him going off and killing a girl.

"I'm done talking about this. It's late. Go home, sleep. We can meet up tomorrow night to come up with another plan to take down Sportsmaster. Until then, I don't want to hear one word about him or the girl," Oliver said. He turned and walked out the door, leaving Felicity and Diggle alone in the basement.

Felicity blinked, trying to keep herself from growing too frustrated. She spun around in her chair, not facing Diggle. Diggle noticed and sighed. "Don't worry about her," he said, knowing Felicity's thoughts. She didn't know why, but she had some foreboding feeling that the girl wasn't in good hands. And if Oliver wasn't going to do something, who would?

Oliver Queen, Artemis thought. The Hood is Oliver Queen. It was a simple fact, though it seemed like it held the world. She knew he had been suspected of being the Hood before (though everyone believed that to be because of Lance's hatred of him), but somehow he had thrown the blame off of him. That was genius, however he did that.

But now she knew the vigilante's deepest secret. She knew his identity, all because he was too careless, stupid or arrogant to have a mask. But what would she do with it?

She could tell her father. That would appease him, especially after her latest 'failure' at capturing the Hood. It could throw his anger away from her.

Or she could go straight to the Chinese Triad. Tell them the identity, and they would take her in. Her father wouldn't get what he most wanted, probably would be demoted instead. She could take the thing he's been working for. That would be nice for her pride.

She couldn't take his names to the cops. No, that would be idiotic. First, Oliver had already thrown the police off his trail. One tip wouldn't change that. And how could she explain how she discovered his identity without revealing her crimes?

Or she could do nothing. She could keep the secret, tell neither the Triad nor her dad. She'd be helping the person she trained to beat. And maybe that could be the best form of rebellion she could do. Neither the Triad nor her father would get what they want.

Her door whirled open before she could make a decision. In its frame, she could see her father. After that night, he had been too angry to even reprimand her. Now, though. Now she knew she was in for it.

He strolled into her room, almost too nonchalant. She stayed wary, watching as he sat down on the bed opposite of her. Her sister's bed. He stayed there, letting the tension settle into the room.

Oh yeah, she was in deep shit.

"What happened last night?" Lawrence asked. His voice was casual, as if they were discussing a baseball game.

"You know what happened," Artemis said, avoiding the answer.

"And you know what I'm asking," Lawrence countered. He crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow at her. "Well?"

"He over-powered me," Artemis lied. "I couldn't help it." Her dad tutted.

"Don't give me bullshit, baby girl. I saw the two of you on the roof. You had him cornered, pinned on the floor," he said, leaning in closer to Artemis. "Don't. Lie."

"I'm not," she said. By now she knew she wouldn't tell him. She couldn't give him what he wanted. Not now, not ever. "He distracted me, and managed to escape." She didn't even see the punch coming, rather feeling a sudden impact across her cheek, knocking her off of the bed. She looked up at her dad, disbelief and anger in her eyes. "I'm not lying!" Lawrence picked her up by the scruff of her shirt, Artemis' feet barely touching the floor.

"Twenty-four hours," he said. His breath was hot on her face, and she had to force herself not to gag from the smell. "Prove yourself, or I can't guarantee what happens." With that he threw her down, not bothering to be gentle. He began to walk out of the door before saying, "Don't bother running, either." The door slammed shut.

Artemis sat there on the floor. Triad or no one. Somehow, she doubted the Triad would help her. Her father wasn't an option either. So she would keep the secret. There, one problem was sorted out. The next was what to do.

Both she and her father knew there was no way for Artemis to 'prove' herself. Anything she did wouldn't be good enough. She knew her options, and they were both bleak. Stay and hope she lived, or leave and hope she'd survive. She looked over at her sister's bed. If Jade could do it, so can I. I can make it if I run.

Alrighty then! How was that? Artemis' motives were somewhat explained, and I'll let that sink in for a bit. The next chapter will begin at the start-ish of Season 2, just after Sara came back and Sin was in the hospital. It'll be a lot shorter than these two previous chapters have been because I want to get it out quick. I've got all the way through Chapter 6 planned out, from there it's a crapshoot of what might happen.

Thanks for reading!