Author's Note: So, anybody ready for some new episodes to come out? I sure am lol. Apparently it's only been a month since the shows been on hiatus, but it feels longer haha. Anyways, next chapter. I tried my hand at a bit of comedy. I sincerely hope it doesn't fail (: Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice.

Chapter Twelve: Back at the Cave

Left jab. Duck. Slip the hook. Left jab, right jab, uppercut, left hook. Block. Slip the punch. Sweep the legs. Left hook. Right Uppercut. Block. Duck.

"Nice outfit, Remy," Remy heard a whistle from behind her, momentarily distracting her from her sparring match with Superboy. She turned to glance at Wally and Robin who had just walked into the training room.

She felt Superboy's fist collide with her face, jarring her entire body as if she had been hit by a cement block. Remy was flung to the ground face first, clutching her cheek.

"Ow," she moaned, rolling over onto her back. "Shit, shit, shit."

I knew training in my new costume would be a bad idea, Remy mentally groaned.

In a second, Conner was kneeling beside her, a look of actual guilt on his normally expressionless face. Wally and Robin raced over to the two of them.

"I- I'm sorry," he said. "You normally slip all my punches, so I wasn't holding back as much."

"It's cool," Remy held up her hand and got to her feet. Her face was throbbing like no other. I guess that's what happens when you fight the boy of steel, Remy thought wryly. "I'll just need some ice."

Wally disappeared and in a flash—haha, Remy thought—he was back, holding an ice pack. She put it up to her gradually reddening face.

"How long have you guys been training?" Robin asked.

Remy glanced at the clock on the wall. "I've been here since six."

Wally whistled. "And I thought Artemis had no life."

Remy glared at him and scoffed, turning on her heel to storm out of the room. She was so not in the mood for this.

"Remy!" Robin called out. She turned her head and glanced back at the guys. "We actually just came to invite you to come out to the beach with the rest of the team. Seeing as we have a day off and all."

"Thanks, but no thanks," Remy said. "I'm busy." With Chemistry, actually.

"With what?" Conner asked.

"Stuff," she shrugged. More Chemistry.

"What kind of stuff?" Wally asked curiously.

"Stuff that's none of your business," Remy bit out. And more Chemistry.

"Stuff that's more important than bonding with the team?" Robin raised his eyebrows.

"What is this? The Spanish Inquisition?" she asked.

"Well what is it?" Conner persisted, ignoring the sarcasm in her voice.

Remy cracked her knuckles, thoroughly annoyed at her male teammates. "If I tell you, will you leave me be?"

"Yes," the three of them chorused.

"I'm really far behind in Chemistry and I have to study for a big test that's coming up," Remy answered, dropping the bag of ice into the trash can. Her face wasn't throbbing so much anymore.

Well that's a lie if I've ever seen one, Remy thought. Science had never really been her thing, but with enough studying she felt she could at least earn a B in the class. Instead, she was working overtime for the Justice League and the League of Shadows in addition to going to one of the most academically rigorous private schools on the west coast. She'd already had to quit her job at the Yoga studio.

She definitely didn't have time to study for Chemistry.

"You need help with Chem?" Wally asked, not unkindly. "Because I'm sort of—"

"A science prodigy?" Remy raised her eyebrows and Wally nodded. "I'm aware." She walked over to the lockers on the side of the training room and opened hers up, shouldering her bag.

"Well do you want help or not?" Wally asked, laughing slightly.

"I don't need help," Remy shrugged. "I'm just really behind. I'm actually really good at Chem—"

Robin snickered, glancing down at his wrist computer. "Not according to your last couple of test results. Did you really put that Kr was the atomic symbol for Potassium?"

"You have access to my school records?" Remy's face reddened as she walked over to the boy wonder and yanked on his wrist to get a better look. Conner seemed to catch the angry look on Remy's face and quietly slipped out of the training room.

Robin pulled his arm away and scrolled down the page further, dancing out of Remy's grasp, laughing even harder as he showed his wrist screen to Wally.

"Oh man," Wally snorted, "how do you not know that an atom is comprised of protons, neutrons and—elentrons, seriously?—electrons." Wally turned to look at Robin. "What on earth is an elentron?"

"Beats me," Robin said laughing even louder.

Remy huffed, crossing her arms. "I can't be good at everything you know," she said snidely.

"Elentrons? Really?" Wally grinned. Remy glared at him and started out of the training room. She stopped when she felt Wally's hand come down on her shoulder. "Relax, I'm just kidding. Not everyone's a science geek like me."

"Elentrons," Robin snickered, shaking his head as he passed by the two of them. "I'm goanna head down to the beach."

"Look it's, um, nice of you to offer or whatever," Remy said awkwardly, "but it's your day off and I don't want to ruin it.

Another lie, Remy laughed inside her head. As if she actually cared whether or not Wally West had a nice day at the beach.

"I don't mind," he assured her. "We can work down on the beach and take breaks every once in a while. No big."

To him its easy¸ she thought, staring at the grinning speedster. He just stood there, waiting for her to say something. She could either spend the rest of the day on her own, sitting inside and reading her Chem book. Or she could soak up the sun while having total access to a science genius.

Wally was the only downside to the deal, she decided.

"You can even get rid of that farmer's tan," he joked after seeing her hesitation.

"Okay," Remy said, surprising even herself. "Just let me grab a suit."

The lights in her apartment were already turned on as Remy walked inside, her chemistry books piled into her arms. Her hair was still wet and salty-smelling from her day at the beach with the team and she'd at least gotten a little bit tanner. She did have a headache, however, from listening to Wally talk about all that science stuff. Remy sure wasn't stupid, but science was not her forte.

Still, it had been fun. Sort of. Not that Remy would ever admit that to anyone but herself.

Walking down the hallway to her apartment, she'd run into Roy on the way in and he had flirtatiously asked if she was up for a night of clubbing. Remy had simply responded that she definitely wasn't, because she was busy.

She set her books down on the counter, feeling pretty relaxed until she looked up and saw who was sitting—no lounging—on her couch.

"Ares?" she greeted hesitantly. He'd never come to her apartment before, at least not while she was there.

His face was carefully blank as he took in Remy's beach-toned appearance. "Did you have a nice day, Remy?"

Remy measured his tone carefully. He didn't sound angry—after all why would he be?—but his neutral tone sounded forced. She shrugged, opening up the fridge to grab a bottle of water. "Sure, if you call studying for Chemistry nice."

She closed the fridge door, only to find Ares right next to her. "Do you think I'm stupid?" he hissed, shoving her up against the fridge, his hand closing around her neck.

"No," Remy snapped, slapping at his arm. "What are you doing? Put me down you fucker."

Ares threw his head back and laughed heartily. "Oh Remy. You're such a charmer. Is that why you think you can get away with laziness? Because I'm more pleasant than Phase was? Because I seem like a nice assassin?"

"What the fuck is your problem?" Remy asked.

"I didn't give you more freedom to do your work so you could hang around at the beach with your sidekick buddies—"

"They're not my friends," Remy interrupted hotly.

"Shut up," Ares said, smacking her hard across the face. "Don't interrupt me when I'm talking to you."

"You have accomplished nothing in the time that you've been on the team," Ares sneered. "This venture has been a complete failure so far and the Sensei has been talking about cancelling your operation already."

"I've only been there a few weeks," Remy said exasperated. "What do you expect me to do? It takes time to gain these people's trust. I already gave you that toxin and—"

"It's not enough!" Ares growled, dropping Remy unceremoniously onto the floor. "I had to beg the Shadows to continue the operation. I told them you could be trusted. But you're going soft on me, Roulette!"

"I can and I'm not," Remy babbled, rubbing her neck as she stood. "Just give me some more time."

Ares shoved a finger into her face. "You don't have the luxury of time. Our other operative on the team has already—"

"Other operative?" Remy asked, thinking back to what Batman had said to her that first night. I've dealt with this kind of situation before. "Is it Artemis?"

She was, logically, the best choice. The blonde archer was guarded, mysterious and very skilled in hand-to-hand combat. All of the other members of the team—save for Conner—had Justice League mentors that had been with them since day one. Artemis had only become Green Arrow's protégé in the recent months.

"You've just now figured that out?" Ares scoffed. "You're denser than I thought you were. Artemis has been feeding us solid information while you've been dancing around, going to a fancy prep school and making friends with the hero brigade."

Remy glared at him. "I'll do better."

"You had better because if your operation gets cancelled," Ares warned. "You get cancelled as well. There won't even be a body left for your little friends to find."

"Understood," Remy nodded stiffly.

"Good," Ares smiled grimly. "Then let's take a walk."

The night air at Star City Regional Park was crisp and cool as Remy and Ares took their evening 'walk'. To any of the people passing by they might have seemed like a young couple, out for a late night stroll.

Except for the fact that Ares' grip on Remy's bicep was insanely tight as he forced her to keep up with his rapid walking pace.

They stopped off at the park fountain where there were only a few people wandering about. Some homeless people taking shelter for the night underneath the large oak trees and a woman in her late twenties, sketching something onto a pad of paper.

Ares forced Remy to sit beside him on the bench and slid a handgun over to her.

"What are you doing?" she whispered harshly, grabbing the gun and shoving it into her coat. She glanced around making sure no one had seen it.

"Teaching you a lesson," Ares said flatly. He pointed to a jogger that was currently making his way into the center of the park. "Shoot him and kill the witnesses."

Remy blanched. "What? Why?"

"Just do what I say," Ares said, through gritted teeth.

"But there's no reason for it," Remy protested, feeling sick to her stomach as the outline of the gun suddenly felt very hot inside of her jacket.

"Prove to me that you deserve my trust," he hissed, shoving her from behind.

She stumbled on her feet and grabbed the gun. The look on Ares' face did not change until the jogger was passing by already. Remy inhaled deeply and took out the gun.

She exhaled slowly as she aimed. She inhaled as the woman at the bench started to scream. She exhaled and released a shot into the back of the jogger's head.

Remy watched as his body dropped to the ground, completely motionless. Whirling around, she fired at the young woman on the bench, Remy's bullet hitting her square in the heart.

Two more shots were fired as Remy took out the homeless people who, just moments ago, were sleeping peacefully under the trees, minding their own business.

Remy swallowed as she turned to see Ares smiling proudly at her. It made her sick to her own stomach, disgusted that she had just murdered four innocent people. On the whim of some psychotic assassin.

"Are you happy now?" she sneered.

"In fact ye—oh wait," Ares glanced pointedly at the young woman near the bench. She was still moving around little by little. "You missed the heart."

This is all your fault, Remy reminded herself. Her face went carefully blank as she cocked the gun and walked over to the woman, putting a bullet in her head. The woman didn't even have time to scream.