A/N: Let's throw Artemis into the mix. Please leave any comments or criticisms.

Jester had escaped again. Artemis was sent to retrieve him, despite her recent resignation. She had been visiting home, taking a break from the crushing college schedule. Occasionally, Nightwing sent her on little missions like this.

As the archer tracked the convict, she wondered what he was like. Jester was mostly a myth among the team, as his lineage was not common dinner conversation. Though she had never met him, Artemis felt as though she could relate to this shadow; perhaps that was why Nightwing had sent her in the first place.

A light on her belt blinked, and she knew the tracer they planted on Jester was indicating that she was close.

Artemis perched on the roof of a building, watching as the clown ran into an alley, panting. He hadn't completely healed, and his wounds were clearly taking their toll on his physical wellbeing.

He all but slammed himself against the wall, sinking into a shadow behind a dumpster. However, she could hear his breathing from up here.

Artemis was about to approach him when a limousine pulled up outside the alley. She remained hidden as four large men exited the car, opening the door. A well-dressed man stepped out, his face covered in some sort of dark mask.

"You know, kid, you've got guts. I'll give you that."

Jester made as if to pounce on the masked man, but was swiftly kicked in the abdomen by one of the guards. He gasped for breath as he sank to his hands and knees.

"Calm down, junior." The man crouched down, whispering something that Artemis could not hear.

Jester yelled in fury, reaching for the masked man's throat. The crime lord pulled out a small black object, jabbing the clown with it.

Jester screamed in pain, falling and curling into the fetal position. The masked man chuckled cruelly. He pulled out a pistol, poising it over the boy's head.

Before Artemis could fire an arrow, the sound of a gun echoed. However, the masked man acted surprised, even angry. More shots fired and he cried out as something hit his arm. Two guards rushed forward to help him into the limo while the other two fired randomly into the shadows.

Within moments, the limo and its inhabitants had disappeared with a screech of tires. Artemis paused, not wanting to rush blindly into the scene and endangering herself.

Another figure stepped out into the light. He walked towards Jester, who lunged angrily at him. The figure pressed something into Jester's throat, and the clown went limp. The figure searched Jester for the tracer, tossing it aside, and picked up the body. The figure walked to the dumpster, pulling out a motorcycle. He placed Jester on the seat, sitting down. The figure glanced back, and then drove off.

Artemis paused. Her hand lifted to her ear, and she murmured, "This is Artemis."

"Nightwing here. Did you find Jester?"

Artemis described what she had witnessed.

Nightwing sighed heavily through the com. "Did you see what the man looked like?"

"He was wearing all black, except… he was wearing a red helmet."