(2) you can play music this ONCE. uno timo.

As had become habit, Robin found his way into Artemis' vehicle, nearly causing her to have a heart attack. She was always very sharp, but Dick was basically a ninja, and she had no idea how he did most of the things he did. Whenever she would question him about it, he would simply grin and laugh at Artemis' undignified stutter.

This time, she was ready. She was flipping through a magazine (No, not people. Academy Sports. They got a new stock of crossbows) and didn't even look up when she felt his presence appear in the car. "Do you like the green or black one better?" she queried, then raised her head to make eye contact.

Dick looked a little perturbed that he had been discovered, but masked if quickly. "The green one," quipped. "More functional, but with that flair I know you love."

Artemis rolled her eyes and tossed the magazine at her friend. "Whatever, let's get going."

Dick knew better than to mess with the radio, but she could see him glance at her radio longingly. Still in a good mood from discovering the ninja, she internally caved.

"You can change it," she suggested. "If you want."

Dick turned to her, frown apparent. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Yes, why?"

"You just voluntarily gave me radio control."

Artemis shrugged and brushed back a chunk of hair from her face. "I'm feeling generous. Take it or leave it. "

"Oh, definitely taking it," Robin grinned.

She groaned. "Please don't make me regret this."

"Au contraire, illustrious archer. You know I would never disappoint." his mouth curled just so, and- wait. She was thinking about his mouth. Why was she thinking about his mouth?

Internally shaking herself, Artemis forced her focus to return to the road. Her teammate had been growing up lately, and she had really noticed. He was actually taller than her now, so gone was the material for short jokes. He had begun to fill out a little bit more, but as an acrobat, his form stayed lithe. Not that Artemis minded.

Dick was still a few years younger than her, but she didn't find him quite so annoying to be around anymore. She even looked forward to their road trips. Whenever he wasn't being incredibly annoying, that is. You win some, you lose some.

While Artemis was contemplating, Dick had made himself at home by hooking up his phone to the aux cable, and was currently surfing his music for something to listen to.

"Anything good yet?" Artemis laughed, glancing at her companion. "Maybe we could listen to something, you know, before we get there."

He simply put up a finger to stop her. "You can't rush perfection."

In another minute, he had finally decided, and the sound of one of Artemis's favorite bands poured through the shoddy speaker system. She looked at Dick quizzically, who was in his own little world. He still hadn't passed the phase where he was nearly invincible when it came to others' thoughts, but he suddenly became hyper aware of Artemis watching him. Dick stopped, returning Artemis's look. "What?"

"Nothing," Artemis smiled to herself and returned her attention to the road.

Dick shrugged, and continued to dance for the rest of the song. At this point in time, Artemis had definitely reinvented her opinion concerning these road trips in the first place and maybe even had forgiven Dick a little for forcing an invite to these things.

Just a little.