Hi, everyone! Thank you for your reviews, favorites, follows...and patience. I really appreciate it! I believe one reviewer asked for a little more traught, so...this one delivers.

By the way, if any of you guys have ideas for moments I could write in these stories-I can't promise I'll write them, but prompts/ideas are accepted if you want to send them to me! I'm trying to do this in the style of It Only Takes a Moment by EmaniaHilel over in the Rob/Rae part of the Teen Titans fandom-these are friendship moments that get romantic. So if you have ideas for that, by all means, send them in. Again, I can't promise I'll write them, but if I use your prompt, I will credit you at the top of the chapter.

Dick Grayson was in the middle of turning himself into Robin when his comm went off, blaring a J-pop song from one of his old favorite TV shows. He yanked it out of his uniform pants and brought it to his ear. "Hey," he answered as he glanced around for his utility belt, wanting to have a head start if this was some kind of emergency call. "What's the deal?"

"You remember when you said you'd take some of my math homework off my hands?" Artemis asked sheepishly.

Dick blinked. He remembered; every detail of their little night out on the town was etched in his brain. He just hadn't expected Artemis to actually take him up on it. The archer was ridiculously stubborn about her schoolwork, from what he could tell; they had trigonometry together. She never asked for help and got embarrassed when someone offered, seeming to take it as a personal offense. "Of course. You taking me up on that?" he asked. It wasn't exactly how he had planned to spend his evening, but since there was no mission and Batman was taking Jason out tonight, Robin had been intending to just hang out at the cave anyway. And he liked math.

"Not exactly. It's just, there's a trig test tomorrow and it's kinda huge…" She hesitated, sounding embarrassed.

Ah. She needed a tutor. Let no one say he turned down a friend in need. "Say no more," Dick declared. "One study buddy, coming right up. Meet you at the zeta tube in fifteen?" He didn't really want to do this at her house; the more he walked around Gotham dressed as Robin in civvies, the greater the chance was he'd get recognized by someone.

"Yes," she said, practically sighing in relief.

"G-R-E-A-T," Dick said.

"N-O," Artemis said firmly.

Cackling a little, Dick ended the call.

Artemis seemed less embarrassed and more determined when she met him at the Zeta tube; she was still in her Gotham Academy uniform and carrying a backpack while Robin was in sunglasses, jeans, and a hoodie. The archer had the look on her face she got when she had just caught sight of a bad guy and was picking out all the best places to aim her arrows. Robin took that as a good sign.

"Hey there, study buddy," Robin said cheerfully. "Ready to get this party started?"

She pulled a face that meant, yeah, but I'm sure as hell not happy about it. "After you," she said, gesturing impatiently to the zeta tube. He grinned at her, bowed, and stepped through.

They ended up setting up shop on the kitchen table, warning M'gann, Zatanna, and Conner to stay out of their hair in the process. (Well, Robin politely asked. Artemis warned.) Artemis opened her textbook and notes on the table, Robin grabbed some popcorn and soda, and together, they started work.

To Robin, this was easy stuff; he was a teen genius mathlete, for crying out loud. Trig was nothing. Still, he wasn't going to rub that in her face. Instead, he just helped, coming up with stupid mnemonic devices to help her remember trig identities ("'Some Old Hippie Caught Another Hippie Tripping On Acid.'" "Are you serious?" "Oh, yeah. I've got more. 'Sex On Holidays Can Always Help Teens Overcome Anxiety—'" Laughter, Artemis clutching her ribs. "Robin, that's good, I think I can remember that."), doing problems over and over, watching her hands slowly acquire a coat of grey pencil smudges.

And it seemed like it was going well, only two hours into their cram session, Artemis was gritting her teeth like she had a headache and had lost her focus on the numbers. After the third time she gave an irritated growl and started erasing all her work, Robin gently laid a hand on her shoulder and gave her a little shake. "Hey, Artemis. You wanna call it a night? You've been doing great, you know."

"No, no, there's still a whole other chapter I need to review," she said, scowling at him, then erased so hard she tore a hole in the already-abused paper.

Robin thought, then leaned a little closer into her personal space so she'd have to pay attention somehow. She turned to glare at him again, though she didn't seem fazed by his personal space invasion; the team had mostly gotten used to him doing that. "Well, how 'bout we take a break from thinking for a bit and go spar?" he suggested cheerfully. She was pretty damn angry tonight, after all, and Artemis liked to go a few rounds when she was angry.

Her scowl lightened enough that Robin knew she was considering the offer and not just considering murdering her textbook with a pencil. Then a slow grin spread over her face. "Yeah. I guess giving my brain a break would be a good idea."

"I'm full of 'em," Robin said cheerfully. Artemis turned the full force of her grin on him, her face way closer to his than it probably should have been. He was unprepared for the effect that had on him, and his eyes flickered up to her eyes, gray with long dark lashes, down to her wide, full mouth, and back up; he was conscious of how close he was, how little it would take to lean over and kiss her, and oh yeah shit she's dating Wally.

Sometimes he was really glad he wore his mask or glasses around the team all the time.

Artemis playfully elbowed him in the ribs, and Robin started back from the contact. "You're full of something, alright," she grumbled, but she was grinning still. He shook himself back into the real world, where he wasn't supposed to think about kissing his best friend's girlfriend even if she was one of his best friends and also really hot.

As his brain was too frazzled to provide him with a clever comeback, Robin just smirked and jumped to his feet. "Race you to the training room," he said, and Artemis's eyes narrowed.

"You're on."

Robin took off, hearing Artemis's footsteps and steady, quick breaths close behind him. "Not gonna win this one, Boy Wonder," she crowed, shoving out her arm and pushing him back so that she could take the lead.

"Ooh, so we're playing dirty now?" he asked, trying to get around her, but she easily blocked him off in the narrow hallway. "In that case—" Robin veered towards the wall, kicked off the stone, and knocked into Artemis. She yelped and hit the ground, rolling easily to her feet, but Robin already had the lead and—yes. "Winner!" He told her, thrust his fist in the air, then started to peel off his sweatshirt for their spar.

"We'll see," she said, not even panting for breath. She yanked off her blazer, tossing it into a corner. Robin turned away to switch out his glasses for a domino mask—the mask stayed on better in a fight. When he turned back, she was waiting on him, her arms crossed.

Robin grinned at her. "Let's get this started," he said, and sprinted to the training mat.

The fight began easily enough, each taking a few swings, dodging a few easy blows, circling around each other. There were no weapons, just them and their fists, and it was fun. Robin liked fighting just for the hell of it; after six years, it was as natural to him as acrobatics.

Then the first blow connected—Artemis' foot against the back of his knee—and it was on for real. Dick fell back on the mat, caught himself with one hand, and turned the movement into a backflip; Artemis pursued, throwing a punch that he caught, and he twisted her arm, forcing her to turn so her back was to him. She yanked out of his grip, but he punched her in the ribs hard enough to make her stagger.

Artemis snarled and whirled around, her long ponytail hitting him in the face. It was enough of a distraction that he couldn't stop the blow to his jaw that followed, or the follow-up kick that knocked him flat onto the ground. Robin caught Artemis's ankle with his foot, yanking her down on the ground with him, and leapt up to pin her—his legs on either side of her, his hands pinning her wrists to the ground. He was panting and sore and knew he'd have a few bruises in the morning, but that wasn't enough to erase his grin when he said, simply, "Gotcha."

And Artemis's grin was equal parts terrifying and beautiful when she said, "Not quite."

In one smooth motion her legs came up behind him; Artemis's ankles crossed over his throat and slammed him backwards onto the mat, pressing hard against his windpipe. Robin scrabbled at her legs, her boots, but it didn't do him any good; the edges of his vision started to go black.

"Okay! You win!" he gasped out, and immediately the pressure stopped. He watched Artemis prop herself up awkwardly and uncross her ankles; he sat up enough so she could detangle her legs from behind him, then flopped back onto the mat. Robin coughed, then took deep breaths, trying to get rid of the panicky remnants of adrenaline.

"You alright?" Artemis asked, her face coming into his line of vision.

Robin nodded. "Geez, Artemis. Where'd you learn that? You're gonna have to show me sometime."

She grinned. "If I pass this trig test? It's a deal."

When Artemis met him at the zeta tube a week later, she had news. "I got an A!" she crowed as soon as she saw him standing there.

"Feeling the aster, here, Artemis," he said, holding out a hand for her to fist-bump.

She glanced down at his outstretched fist, then back up to meet his eyes through his mask. And before Robin realized what was happening, she yanked him forward and kissed him on the cheek.

He blinked. Artemis immediately let go of him and stepped back like nothing had happened, but he saw her blush.

Maybe I should offer to study with her more often, was his knee-jerk reaction—then, no, no, no, that's wrong. That's a disaster waiting to happen.

"So that was just—thank you. Seriously," she said, forcing her face into a serious expression and crossing her arms—he knew that body language, too. She felt like she'd done too much. But, really, it shouldn't be a big deal, Robin told himself. M'gann did stuff like that, sometimes. From Artemis, though…

"You're seriously welcome," he said, instead of following that line of thought or flirting like normal—because hey, Wally's girlfriend. Robin gestured to the zeta tube. "Ladies first?"

Artemis didn't argue with him, just nodded jerkily and stepped through.