Song: Viva la Vida- Coldplay
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
Artemis is grateful when she sees her.
She was aiming, bow stretching taking in a deep breath and settling to aim (because this had to be perfect).
Robin looks beat up and he probably is, just a little bit. But most of it is fake, his costume is in tatters and he doesn't have his belt or cape.
He was a perfect target, a sitting duck, meant to draw out the assassin that was after him.
Her job was to stop whatever projectile or person that was after him.
(She knew who it was because the cat was after the canary, or in this case, the robin)
She took a deep breath.
And focused.
She didn't think, just breathed her movements nice and slow, tense and taut like the string of her bow, pulled back resting against her lip while she sat in her hiding place among the shadows.
(Because the arrow needed to be fast but right now she needed to be calm and collected and still, she needs to be ready)
Robin falls to the ground and she knows it's fake but it looks so real.
She hears a breath besides her, and the jitters she has calms and she fills with a need to do this right.
'Protect my baby'
She doesn't turn her head.
Something flashes and she snaps to attention and lets the bow go.
It knocks the sai (Cheshire) out of the air and she hears a rustle and grunts as Kid Flash takes her down.
Finally she allows herself to turn and she sees calm blue eyes, like an undisturbed lake.
She blinks and the image is gone and suddenly Robin's behind her and if the women's eyes were calm and accepting like a still lake then Robin's eyes were the sky, filled with emotions numerous and readable like stars on a clear night and brightness like the sun in a clear, blue sky.
Taking in a breath she realizes she's shaking and she pulls Robin into a hug because she did her job, completed the mission.
She saved someone's child like no one did for her.
(Cheshire, where's Jade?)
When it's silent on the bio ship the voice echoes in her mind and M'gann gives her a curious (curiouser and curiouser) look.
She wants to ask Robin and she swears she will the next day.
She doesn't.