Author's Note: So, I'm just a little bit sick right now. I can't even talk actually, but I can write! I hope you guys like this chapter. I'm trying to keep the pace at a comfortable and believable pace, since I really hate stories that move to quickly. It's like someone joins the team and then a romance starts right away and then it's a story with no plot really. It's just fluff. Which is fine for one shots but not a legitimate story. I'd appreciate if you guys could let me know if I start to move too quickly or something. Oh and if you guys are up to it, please check out my Supernatural story. And another announcement: I'm adding another story although it's a Mass Effect story. Please check them out if you get some time. Thanks and enjoy!

Chapter Eight: Unexpected

Remy had concluded, after spending that first day at Mount Justice, that she had nothing to worry about in terms of being challenged. After her short workout, she joined the rest of the team for a "welcoming dinner."

Remy didn't actually want to stay for dinner, but she had strict orders from Black Canary to stay until exactly 6:30 pm. She couldn't possibly fathom why, but Black Canary was technically in charge of her.

Remy hated that. One day with her new team and she was already second guessing her decision to seek help from the Dark Knight.

Once her appointed pick up time had rolled around Remy and Dinah had been teleported back the League's small building in Star City. Remy had promptly ditched Dinah and headed to her Yoga studio to work out a little bit of her stress. She had been able to relax a little bit, but once she stepped outside into the city again, her shoulder muscles tightened considerably.

Remy sighed as she entered into the hallway of her apartment building. She shook out her keys, briefly glancing at her neighbor's—Roy Harper's—door. Pulsing music seemed to shake the walls and smoke was seeping out from the bottom of the door.

She unlocked her door, paused for a moment before going inside her apartment, before coming to a decision.

She closed the distance between their apartments with three swift strides. Quite loudly, she pounded on his door twice.

After about a minute, Remy figured he wasn't going to answer, but then she heard footsteps approaching the door.

A tall, skanky looking blonde woman dressed in nothing but a very tight metallic pencil skirt and camisole answered. Her black eyeliner was so thick that Remy could barely see where her lash lines began.

"Who the hell are you?" she snorted, taking in Remy's obviously more clean cut appearance.

"A friend of Roy's," Remy lied with a condescending smile. "I'd like to speak with him."

"Be my guest," the woman said with a slight slur, stepping to the side. Remy noticed that she had track marks on her arms and was only wearing one shoe.

Remy stepped into Roy's apartment and was immediately amazed by the sheer destruction of what had probably once been a nice apartment.

The sickly sweet smell of marijuana reached her nostrils and she almost gagged in disgust. Her eyes were drawn to his large plasma television which now had a crack in it the size of the San Andreas fault line. In the corner of the room, on his dining table there was a significant amount of hard liquor, half of which was already gone. Trash littered the floors, as well as a few bodies.

People who were no doubt stoned out of their minds or completely wasted.

Remy was careful in stepping over the bodies and made her way towards the—now alcohol stained—white couch where Roy was seated. Groggily, he looked up at her, taking a drag from his joint.

He grinned lasciviously. "I knew you'd be back."

Remy rolled her eyes. "I came here to tell you to turn the music off and to try and keep it down. Some people actually enjoy the occasional peaceful sleep."

Roy chuckled, apparently finding her standoffishness funny. "Smoke?" he asked, holding the joint out to her.

"No thanks," Remy sighed, looking heavenward as she tried not to breathe in anymore pot smoke. "Just keep it down."

He snapped his fingers and pointed to her. "You got it."

Remy abruptly turned on her heel and made a beeline for the door, tripping over someone's outstretched arm in the process. She did herself a favor and turned down the volume on Roy's stereo herself.

Remy locked her apartment door behind her and paused, pulling out her phone. She quickly sent a text to Ares.

Everything's fine. Nothing to report yet.

His response was almost instantaneous.

Good to hear from you. Meet for dinner at Lucille's on 4th and Westbrook. 6:30 pm on Friday.

Remy smacked against the training mat at Mount Justice. Hard. She breathed out slowly as she tried to cool her rapidly rising body temperature.

More sweat poured down her face as a green hand offered her help up.

"That was good for your first try," M'gann said smiling.

Remy resisted the urge to glare at her, but accepted the help up anyways. She was a teammate as Black Canary had so gently reminded her.

Even so, Remy hated losing. Martians, who were generally recognized as superhuman, were no exception to her win at all costs attitude.

Remy scoffed at the memory of her earlier conversation with Dinah. That woman was about as gentle as a starving tiger. Remy had been hoping that contact between herself and Black Canary would be minimal, but apparently it was required. She had spent nearly an hour being lectured by her on the phone before coming in for her first day of training. Black Canary warned her not to underestimate the team, as if she could read Remy's mind.

Remy had expected a cake walk when she'd come in earlier that morning. Instead, she'd wound up getting her ass kicked by everyone except Superboy, Kid Flash and Aqualad.

Aqualad was a pretty good hand to hand fighter, but honestly, Remy was better. It was clear that he had way more skill than Remy initially thought, but she was still right in her assessment that her skills were more advanced. It wasn't his fault per se, Remy had just trained harder with her hand to hand skills, having no superpowers of her own. She was cocky, not delusional; Aqualad would probably win the fight if they were near a large body of water.

As for Superboy, he packed a powerful punch, but that was about it. The few times he got in a hit on Remy it had been absolutely jarring, but Remy had won because she was patient and more agile. Superboy seemed to go for the most obvious hit every time and it was easy enough for Remy to predict his moves and take him down in a relatively short amount of time.

Wally had presented more of challenge than his predecessors. They sure didn't call him the fastest kid alive for nothing. He was able to avoid practically all of her initial attacks, but he got cocky very quickly. Not to mention, he kept trying to flirt with her. Thinking it was funny, he started to literally run circles around Remy. Remy had simply stuck her foot out, effectively tripping him and thus winning their match.

Fighting Robin and Miss Martian had been a whole different story.

Robin had managed to take her down in a matter of minutes. Her cockiness at having beaten the other three had made her relax more than she should have in their fight. She was flat on her back within minutes of beginning the fight.

Miss Martian had a clear strength advantage over Remy, but she wasn't stupid like Superboy had been. Remy had been able to hold her off for an acceptable amount of time—long enough so that it wasn't a total embarrassment. She had still ended up on the mat with an aching pain in her backside.

That leaves Artemis, Remy glanced across the mat at the blonde archer who was studying her with a calculating expression. Remy had caught the feelings of suspicion radiating from the blonde from the moment she had walked in.

The two of them stepped onto the mat, circling each other. Neither of them dared to strike first—it wasn't Remy's style. They stayed as they were for a few moments before Artemis made the first move.

She charged at Remy lightning fast and swung directly for her jaw. Remy sidestepped the attack threw a punch towards Artemis' abdomen. It hit, but barely grazed her as Artemis jumped back quickly. The blonde archer charged once more, this time flying at Remy with a quick flurry or kicks and jabs. Remy managed to avoid most of the hits, but got herself clipped on the arm twice.

Remy was patient as she let Artemis do most of the attacking. Their fight fell into a smooth rhythm. Jab, block. Kick, duck. Uppercut, sidestep. Remy had endurance which was important, but Artemis was like a shark in the water.

The first smell of blood and she would pounce. Remy had to give the girl her props. She was an aggressive martial artist and obviously very well trained. It was a unique fighting style being a mix of street fighting and advanced martial arts. Remy actually wondered where she got her training as she sidestepped another heavy handed blow. She had seen few others with Artemis' fighting style.

Artemis fought just like Phase had the few times they had sparred.

Remy was floored at the realization of this possibility as Artemis' fist connected squarely with her jaw. She was knocked back and almost hit the mat, but managed to regain her balance despite her now throbbing head.

That's ridiculous, Remy told herself, trying to step back into the right frame of mind.

Remy struggled to put these thoughts out of her head, instead choosing to go on the offense. Artemis, still smug from getting that hit in, didn't expect her sudden flurry of attacks.

Remy sent a series of quick jabs toward Artemis' body. Artemis struggled to block them. Artemis may have packed a bigger punch, but she had slower hands than Remy did. Remy saw an opportunity and grabbed at Artemis' wrist, twisting one arm effectively behind her.

Never one to shy from victory, Remy shoved the blonde arched to her knees and face first into the mat.

"Winner, Roulette," the computer announced. The other members of the team groaned and Remy could've sworn the she saw Wally slip some money into Robin's hand. Black Canary stepped away as the team surrounded Remy and Artemis. She immediately started speaking into her comm.

"Finally!" Robin laughed. "We thought that was going to take another hour.

"—I'll get on it, Canary out," Dinah was saying. "Training is temporarily on hold for today. If you have any problems, see red tornado." She cast a meaningful glance at Aqualad, subtly gesturing to Remy and Artemis before leaving the group alone.

Remy resisted the urge to grin and instead settled for helping Artemis off the mat. The blonde ignored her hand, instead settling on fixing Remy with a glare.

"You fight well," Artemis begrudged her. The rest of the team walked ahead of the two, allowing them to talk.

"Thanks," Remy said, studying the girl. "You do too. You have a very unique fighting style. Where'd you learn?"

Something flashed in Artemis' eyes, but she quickly covered it up. Remy noticed it, however. "Green Arrow of course, you know, my mentor."

"Interesting." Remy recognized that she was obviously lying. That didn't mean she was trained by the League of Shadows, but Batman had said he had dealt with a situation similar to her own.

Defensiveness filled the blonde archer's posture as they reached the kitchen. Miss Martian immediately headed for the fridge and started cooking as the rest of the group flopped down onto couch. Artemis turned to Remy. "Where'd you learn to fight like that?"

"Black Canary of course," Remy said evenly, reusing Artemis' words. "You know, my mentor."

"Interesting." Something seemed to light up in Artemis' eyes, a look that Remy wasn't too fond of. Artemis obviously wasn't stupid, and Remy knew that if she was going to conceal her identity she'd have to keep a close eye on this one.

"Recognized, Red Arrow B06," the computer chimed in.

"Awww yeah!" Wally shouted hopping off the couch as the footsteps of Red Arrow approached the kitchen.

"Hey guys, how's it—You!" Remy clenched her fist turning just as Speedy entered into the kitchen.

"Well fancy meeting you here," Remy said, enthusing her voice with fake cheer. "I was wondering when you were going to call me."

"You two know each other?" Aqualad asked.

"What is she doing here?" he demanded.

"I'm a part of this team," Remy interrupted before anyone could answer for her. She straightened up as he walked closer to her. "Unlike you."

"You little bi—" he started to say.

"Hey!" Miss Martian interrupted cheerfully. "Who wants cookies?"

"Not now, M'gann," Red Arrow ground out, glaring at Remy with enough heat to melt off her face. "What are you really doing here?"

"I told you," Remy huffed. "Or do I need to speak more slowly so that you can understand? I. Am. A part. Of. This team."

"You're a bitch," he said bluntly walking towards the couch and flopping down next to Wally. The team looked at the slight, steaming form of Remy as she glared at the back of Red Arrow's head.

"Jeese Ro—" Robin started to say.

"Stop that sentence right there," Red Arrow held up a hand and jerked his thumb in Remy's direction. "She doesn't need to know."

"You're an egotistical ass," Remy sneered, after a moment of contemplating what the best course of action was. She decided on leaving altogether.

Remy turned on her heel and stormed out of the kitchen, heading for the doors of Mount Justice. A nice cup of tea and a quick yoga session would set her mind at ease.

"Hey new girl," a voice called out behind her. Remy stopped and turned to find Artemis. "I'm glad somebody else noticed it too." She smirked at Remy, crossing her arms. "See you around?" Remy nodded, about to respond. Before Remy could say anything, however, she disappeared back into the kitchen to join the team.

Remy almost smiled at the girl's comment.

Almost.