Hey everyone! I loved writing this chapter. I loooooved it. So much Artemis. So much cuteness. Along with a good cliff-hanger. So yeah, I'll let you get to it. Remember, we're back in the second season now.

Artemis headed back to her small, crummy apartment located in the Glades. It was evening, and even though she wanted nothing more than to sleep, she knew she couldn't. The past few months she had spent making up for her father's mistakes. And that included one thing in particular.

She quickly changed into something clean and left, stopping at the store to get some cookies with the money she made hustling, her new work. Who knew archery could help so much with pool? However, this was one event she couldn't miss, not for the world. She continued down the street, heading to the small local playground, seeing a small mass sitting on the swings already. Not many people went to that park anymore, especially after the earthquake.

"Artemis?" a voice called, coming from the swings. Artemis smiled, and continued on her path towards the swings.

"Hey Cissie," she said, sitting on the swing next to the girl. "I brought you cookies." She watched as the girl's face brightened incredibly. Artemis handed over the cookies, and Cissie had to stop herself from devouring them, then and there. Artemis had met this girl one day a few weeks ago, witnessing the girl being bullied by other girls. Almost immediately, Artemis stepped in and defended the smaller girl and the others fled. Soon enough, Cissie and Artemis had become close, telling each other about themselves. Well, Artemis didn't tell too much, but Cissie was one of the first people to know some things. Sometimes, it was just easier talking to an unbiased person who saw the world as a much simpler place. "How was school today hun?"

"School's boring," Cissie exclaimed, small parts of cookie flying out. She smiled apologetically at Artemis. "Jessica's still being stupid."

"Didn't you try what I taught you?" Artemis asked the smaller girl. Cissie nodded.

"Yeah, but then I got in trouble because Jessica told the teacher that I hurt her real bad," Cissie explained.

"Well do you know what that means?" Artemis asked. Cissie shook her head no. "That means that Jessica's a wimp. What I taught you isn't meant to hurt someone, it's just meant to scare them."

"I knew it!" Cissie said, jumping down. "I didn't hurt Jessica! Take that!" Artemis hid her laughter at the girl's excitement, waiting until Cissie sat back down after her dance.

"How're the other girls?" Artemis asked. "Make any friends?" Cissie looked down, and Artemis knew that the girl was disappointed in herself. Artemis reached an arm around Cissie, pulling the girl close. "It'll be okay."

The two girls sat there for a few moments, just enjoying each other's company. Artemis wasn't very used to having someone look up to you. The only person she had ever looked up to was her sister, and that had turned into a huge disappointment. Artemis was determined to not let Cissie go down as dark a path as she did. Especially after learning about Cissie and her mother's relationship, Artemis had to make sure Cissie didn't end up like her.

"You should probably head back to the boarding school before they realize you're gone," Artemis said, looking down at Cissie. Cissie frowned, but she nodded. Their weekly meetings were something each looked forward to, although there were times when the other couldn't make it and they knew it. In fact, Cissie was unsure how many times she could keep sneaking out of the Elias School for Girls before she got caught.

"Bye Arty," Cissie said. Artemis stopped herself from grimacing at the nickname. She always hated it, though she didn't have the heart to correct Cissie. She watched as Cissie jumped off of the swing, stuffing the rest of the cookies under her shirt.

"Bye Cissie," Artemis called back to the girl. She waited until Cissie disappeared completely before turning to go back to her apartment. Although she felt obliged to visit Cissie, it was still her favorite part of the week. And it also helped her feel something she hardly ever felt.

She felt hope.

Artemis returned to her home, looking at the darkening sky. It was almost time for her second duty to make up for her father.

The past few weeks, she had spent her time divided during this duty. A majority of the time, she went on patrol, though she didn't really call it that. She didn't know what to call it, but patrol didn't seem like what she did. Mostly, she made sure that anyone idiotic enough to be wandering around the Glades this time of night stayed out of the way of any gang, particularly the Triad. She didn't need more deaths on her conscience while she could do something about it. Of course, if she saw someone in trouble she would help them too. But her goal was to stop the Triad as much as possible.

Sometimes, if she didn't feel like actually going out on 'patrol', she would go out to bar and hustle some drunk idiots at pool. Her archery skills provided excellent aim, and she was able to make moves that only professionals made. Which, she supposed, she was. It made for some entertaining evenings, especially when her opponent tried to forcibly take the money back.

On those nights, Artemis would come back to her apartment and do whatever research she could. She knew enough about computers to hack a few websites, though she certainly wasn't the best at it. She could only pull facts about the members of the Triad (mostly things she already knew, but having them on paper could be useful), but sometimes, if she was lucky, she got more information on their patterns; where they would be and when. Those nights, she felt like causing a little Hell for them. And those nights… well, sometimes they failed. But they also gave her a sense of satisfaction.

And she had a feeling that tonight was going to be one of the good ones.

On one of the websites, she had noticed that the Triad was going to have a hit on a museum, during some benefit fundraiser for the poor, or however they tried to excuse the rich having a party. She couldn't tell what it was they were after yet, but she had to be there. It was her first real source of information in weeks.

Her next order of business was finding a plausible reason she would be there. Which, of course, was truly none, unless she felt like making a new identity. But they would recognize her in a second. So she would just set up a sniper position, keeping an eye on the party while she waited to see the next move the Triad makes.

And she'd be ready. Suddenly, she heard a knock on the door. She knew it could be as simple as some salesman, but she grabbed a handgun and stuck it in the back waistband of her jeans. She opened the door to see someone she hadn't expected to ever meet. Maybe because he was one of the best, or maybe because everyone had presumed him to be dead.

"Artemis Crock, isn't it?" Slade Wilson asked. He grinned at her, though it seemed almost wolfish. "Would you mind if I came in?"

Oliver walked into his base, surprised to see Felicity in her desk. He waited until he was next to her before speaking.

"Felicity, not that I don't like your dedication, but do you ever leave?" he asked her, amusement playing on his voice.

"Just to get you coffee," Felicity commented, not looking up at him. Oliver smirked, before leaning against the desk, partially blocking Felicity's way. She glared up at him, irritated. "Oliver, you've got me working around the clock. I hope you've got a good reason to stop me now…" she trailed off, frowning as she realized what she could be implying. Oliver caught it but let it go.

"Actually, I found a piece of information you might like," he said. "That girl, Crock's daughter? She's alive." Felicity spun around to look at Oliver, some hope in her eyes that died once she saw Oliver's expression.

"How did you find that out?" Felicity asked.

"She was at the hospital earlier. I didn't recognize her at first, but it was definitely her."

"What… what does that mean?" she asked. He looked at her, his expression blank but Felicity knew him well enough to know that it might not be good.

"She still knows who I am, Felicity," Oliver said. "And if she's got nothing to lose, there's nothing stopping her from revealing my secret. And then-"

"We go to prison, probably for the rest of our lives," Felicity finished, sighing. "But it's been months. If she didn't tell anyone anything before, why would she now?"

"I don't know," Oliver admitted. "But I'm not sure why she wouldn't." He turned, going to grab his outfit and stuffing it in a bag. "I'll find her after the benefit gala tonight. This is one thing Oliver Queen can't miss or be late to."

"And what makes it different for Oliver Queen this time?" Felicity asked. Oliver turned to look at her.

"This time it's for the Glades," he said. While there had been recovery benefit galas in the past, this one was special. "It's in honor of Tommy."

You like? Yes? No? Maybe so? How about throwing in Cissie? I don't know how big of a role she'll have/if she'll have one. And what I know about her I got mostly off of Wikipedia but I was inspired by her cameo in Young Justice and I figured... yeah, she jumped in. Well, I'll see you all next chapter!

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