(3) duke it out.
"No."
Artemis sighed; this was going to be a long day. Leaning back and crossing her arms, she sized up the idiot clinging to her SUV door like his life depended on it. He did look pretty adamant, and he was obviously not taking this well.
"Dick," she began slowly, trying to take a rational approach.
"No," he repeated stubbornly. "I called shotgun. It's mine."
"Move out of the way, rob," came a voice from behind Artemis. When she turned, it was none other than the source of the problem: Wally.
Now, Wally and Dick were close. To be honest, Robin had to constantly reiterate the fact that they weren't dating to remind her of it. A lot of the times, she wanted to be in an actual relationship like theirs. Except, with kissing and stuff. But she never knew what they did behind closed doors, no matter what Robin said...
Anyway, Dick was not happy about the current situation. Although he always rode shotgun with Artemis when it was just the two of them, Wally was joining them today. And he didn't seem to like it one bit.
Dick looked almost pleadingly at Artemis. He didn't like to be vulnerable very often, but apparently he was pulling out all the stops today. "Tell him he can't have it. I always sit shotgun!"
Artemis shuffled her boots awkwardly on the concrete. "I know, but-"
"I'm older." Wally cut her off. "And, I actually called it first." he pushed (none too gently) him out of the way, making a mad grab for the door.
Robin rubbed his shoulder and grimaced. "It was more of an unspoken thing," he muttered.
Artemis did feel guilty, but age was always a factor. The less she involved herself in this situation, the better. She was already going to have to sit with the two idiots for hours on end. She wasn't about to throw a bigger argument into the mix by picking sides.
In the end, it didn't matter. Wally was stronger and was able to physically take it, and as much as Dick didn't like it, he would have his day in the sun, someday. Artemis just hoped she wouldn't be on the receiving end of his wrath.