Hi everyone! Welcome to my story. I glanced at the cover of the book Secretly Yours by Tessa Bailey and came up with this idea. I haven't read that book, so let me know if there are any similarities. Honestly curious. I wrote about half of the story already, but I want to make sure I go through and edit. I just really wanted to get the first chapter posted to motivate myself.

Takes place after Failsafe. After that it kind of does it's own thing.

I don't own Young Justice. Keep supporting it so maybe, one day when James Gunn isn't super busy, he will greenlight the project. Or whoever is in charge.

Artemis opens her locker to a folded paper dropping to the floor. This is the third one this week… she thinks to herself as she kneels to pick it up. A light smile graces her face as her cheeks start to warm while looking at the folded piece of paper. If it's anything like the last two…Artemis is snapped out of her trance when her forehead hits her locker door. Growling, she rubs her head and glares at the group of girls laughing down the hall.

Artemis stands mumbling, "Stupid rich girls…can do more than just push you into a locker door."

"Woah, what got you up on the wrong side of the bed today?" a voice says behind her. She recognizes the voice of Dick Grayson, a son of a billionaire who likes to pop into her life unannounced before disappearing with his own group of trust fund babies.

She has nothing against him personally; he's just weird.

"Nothing. Just mean girls and splitting headaches," Artemis grinds out. Yup, that's going to leave a mark. Just in time for training tonight.

"Is that what got you so distracted," he points to the note in her hand. Instinctively, she pulls her hand behind her back. She opens her mouth to deny it. The heat in her face betrays her. "Don't worry," he snickers, "I'm just joking with ya. It was clearly the locker door's fault." He starts to walk down the hallway the girls went. Over his shoulder he calls out, "Have fun with your secret admirer!"

"I don't…" she starts to call out. It doesn't matter. He's already gone. She glares at the spot she last saw him, hoping that he can feel it from whatever dark hole he crawled out of. Most of all, she's just upset that he was right.

Artemis Crock has a secret admirer. More than that, she's actually excited about it. Rather, her heart rate speeds up, her cheeks flush, and chemicals in her body make her feel good as she smiles when reading these notes. She wouldn't call it excitement; more of an involuntary response. Artemis Crock does not do lovey dovey. What she knows about romance comes second hand from what M'Gann talks about between her and Conner, along with her favorite Earth shows.

Her parents definitely were not a prime example of love. Unless you consider murder, robbery, and training your kids to be assassins love. She guesses some people might, but she does not recommend it.

The first note she got was on Monday. She just got home from school when she emptied the contents of her book bag onto her bed to get ready to do her homework when she spotted it. It was the last thing still in her bag. The cream color of the paper made it stand out against the olive green of her bag.

At first, she paid it no mind, tossing it on to the bed with her other papers. Then she looked at the mess sprawled on her bed. It just stood out. Curiosity got the best of her. It was not just a piece of scrap paper as she first thought.

Her eyes lingered on the words. They were real. "Your passion is a fire that I know all too well. We've both been burned too many times. I never knew how beautiful a person's smile could be. I want you to know that I see you, even if you don't see me," she reads to herself. Confusion and worry contorted her face. Was this some kind of weird warning? Was she being watched? That is, until she got to the end, "Secretly yours."

She wasn't entirely convinced it wasn't some sort of warning until she got the second one on Wednesday. Except this time, she was at the cave when she found the second note, once again, tucked away in her bag. It read,

I used to think that life was black and white, until I met you.

You tripped me up, turned my whole world upside down.

I didn't know who was crazier; you for being you, or me for wanting to really know you

-Secretly Yours

She glared at that last part. Yet, she couldn't stop the rush of blood to her face that betrayed her eyes.

Now, it's Friday. The bell for last period rang minutes ago, and here she is blushing in the stupid hallway of her overpriced school wanting nothing else but to read the latest note of her apparently growing "Secretly Yours" collection.

She's Artemis Crock. The second daughter in a family of assassins. She couldn't do crushes. Not real ones anyway. If her family ever found out, that's a weakness she does not need exploited. Her life is complicated enough. She's still fairly new on the team, she's definitely pretty new at Gotham Academy, and all she wants to do is outrun her family's legacy.

She's managed to stave off any feelings so far, for the most part. Well, that's not entirely true. She had that light thing with Cam years ago, but they were really just kids. And her relationship with anyone at the cave, well, she wouldn't call it romantic. Complicated, yes. Romantic? She couldn't really say that.

By pure force of will she slips the note into her bag and walks to class knowing she had to find an excuse as to why she was late. Her love life could wait.