Merry Christmas! I know that it's been awhile since I last updated, and for that I apologize. Just to let my readers know, when new episodes come out OF COURSE MY STORY WILL NOT BE THE SAME. They may be similar, but my story will probably cut out and add some parts. For those of you who are WallArt fans, this is NOT one of those fics.

I'd like to thank sunnydayz56, LadyMysteri, bearrose, Emily, AllisonLoves, minnesota413, Tortor, prettykitty374, Courtbcpsmskjjmd, skatingandcruzing, kiaser15, and Lin36bffbecca for reviewing.

Warning: Characters may be a bit (okay that's an understatement), well, out of character.

Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice. If I did, I'd probably die out of pure happiness.

The way he said it so…plainly made her believe that he held it in great suspicion and no denial on her part would change it.

"Kaldur….." Artemis began somewhat shakily. How did he know? Half of her was dying to know how he could have possibly found out and the other…..not so much. "H-how did you…when did you…?" She trailed off.

This was hopeless. She felt naked in front of everybody- and definitely not in the fun way. All eyes were towards her, and Red Arrow was examining her as if she was the next target for his arrow to embed itself in.

The very knowledge of her legacy in the hands of her teammates was like handing her a death sentence. She could kiss her career as a hero goodbye; Artemis would never dare call herself a superhero because that required super powers or being extraordinarily good, and she didn't fill out either of the criteria.

In a way, Artemis realized, I'm going to be just like mom. Paula Brooks- she refused to be known as "Mrs. Crock" anymore- had been crippled during a crime she committed (she refused to go into details) and was sent to jail, where she was reformed. Paula Brooks was now no longer able to fit in with either Justice League or Injustice League, but she had high hopes for Artemis that life would get better, life would be better.

Artemis wouldn't be able to be a part of the Justice League either if her secrets refused to remain buried. It was a true fact because despite being the "golden examples", heroes were quick to judge those coming from a criminal family.

She could tell from Kaldur's eyes that he had already made a decision about her.

Why didn't I see it earlier? Kaldur questioned Wally, Connor, and M'gann about me behind my back!

Okay, I lied! Artemis wanted to shout, But would you have trusted me anyway?

Something had shifted in Red Arrow's eyes. Guilt. That was all she could see swimming in his eyes. Artemis briefly wondered if he regretted not exposing her himself. Or…maybe he actually felt….sorry for her. Somehow that didn't sit well with Artemis either.

Silence and thick tension had engulfed the training room while Artemis had been in thought. Once she had snapped out of it, she realized the extreme awkwardness, which had been courtesy of Kaldur, the drama bomb dropper. Artemis came to a realization that she was beyond furious at Kaldur. I mean, he trusted Sportsmaster, but not her? Hadn't she earned their respect either way?

"So Artemis isn't Green Arrow's niece, so what?" Robin said, with his trademark grin still on his face.

"You either get traught or get dead!" Robin's voice rang through her mind.

"I'm afraid the point in the matter is that she has been misleading us the whole time," Kaldur voiced.

"I-I'm going to make some nachos. Anyone want any?" It appeared that Captain Marvel couldn't take the tension.

No one answered him, and he left quickly. Robin had been looking interestedly between Kaldur and Artemis, only sneaking a glance at Zatanna once in awhile. Artemis was startled to realize that both Zatanna and Red Arrow were gazing at her intently. Artemis sent her a slight smile before glaring at Speedy.

Must …resist urge… to flick middle finger up….

An eyebrow went up behind the domino mask. His lips twitched into a smirk. He was amused? Amused with her? Forget the urge to flick her middle finger up; she was trying so frickin hard not to punch that smirk off his face!

"I think that she should prove herself first," Speedy announced.

"There's no more time for your childish behavior," a voice gruffly said. Everyone turned to the source. There stood Batman, flanked by Red Tornado and a nacho plate wielding Captain Marvel.

No one had heard them come in.

Scratch that, Artemis thought, Robin so clearly knows the way of the Bat.

Indeed, because Robin had moved to the other side of the room and, if possible, his grin was even wider.

Batman continued, "There's trouble in Happy Harbor, that's not exactly League required."

"Why can't the police handle it?" Speedy scowled.

Batman's eyes narrowed, "Because you all need the experience and something to do."

Artemis had to agree with Red Arrow. "What are we, the Teen Titans? Coming out when there's trouble?" she muttered.

Robin looked offended.

Yeah, the last part was just a little joke. I know this is short, but I really wanted to give my readers something for Christmas. I'd like to thank my cousin for inspiring me for this chapter. She gave me the Red Arrow and Artemis action figures for Christmas.

Again, the characters are not really themselves today, but please do NOT flame. Flaming will get you nowhere.

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