Just a little one shot unless readers want me to continue a full story from this. Please, enjoy and review.

If I continue it'll be the 5 times Klarion comforts the team. and the One time they wish they could have comforted him.

So I have decided to continue! I may even go past just the idea of the 5 times 1 could've plot line. would that make you all happy?

Comfortee: Artemis

Days had passed since the Martian incident and after boiling himself in disinfectant (and sporting pink skin instead of his natural alabaster for a while) Klarion began to forget the terrible experience. Push it to the back of his mind. Like everything he doesn't like in his head, mind, or memory he locks it in a mental vault and ignores it. Childish maybe (Shut up.) but it works for him. And as the mortals of this useless planet say, if it's not broke don't fix it. Klarion thinks that's an odd term.

The girl, M'gann, doesn't remember anything. After she so pathetically passed out he simply made sure she stayed asleep for a few more hours and levitated her off him with a simple, "Evomer reh won." If his magic worked (and it always did) she would wake up in her room with no memory of collapsing on him and believe she simply ran to her room. Klarion's a genius. (Shut up, Teekl. You're a cat, what do you know?) He doesn't appreciate the telepathic blast Teekl pinches him brain with. So he stomps her out of his mind and cuts their connection for a bit. His head still isn't quite but it's better.

Mount Justice is a nice place, he'll admit, but it lacks one very important thing. Entertainment. With him joining the goody-goody side he can't fly out whenever he pleases and strike down chaos whenever he wants to. He can't anymore at all, actually. His powers are only supposed to be used for good now. Doctor Old Fart and his stupid rules. So the only form of amusement Klarion gets now is whenever they get called on a mission by the Batman, or the other beings he shares the cave with. Whenever they do something stupid or reckless or Heaven forbid chaotic? He greedily watches with twisted mirth.

It's a rare bout of quietness right now however and Klarion can barely take much more of it. He's just about ready to dig his claws into the side of the roc face he's walking by and drag them. Just to hear the shrill squeaks of protest the minerals give as they have no choice to cave to his will. Black nails are already poised centimeters above the wall and Klarion's contemplating of he should maybe be spontaneous, put a nice (OCD inducing) little pattern, too, when he hears something. To put it lightly it sounds like someone's trying to test a nuclear missile.

There's crashing and loud bangs, thumps mixed in occasionally at random. It's chaos. Klarion smiles a tainted smile. Now this was much better. Like a moth drawn to a tempting flame he drifts towards the wonderful symphony of sounds. His shiny black, slightly pointed dress shoes click softy against the floors as he reaches the source. Confidently he turns his head and looks around the corner. Only to quickly pull it back when a dumbbell whizzes through the air. It's not aimed at him because the trajectory was way off (yes he knows math) so it clearly had no purpose other that to be a moving object. Chaotic, he likes it.

Banging is still occurring which means whoever is throwing things didn't notice him. Klarion pokes his head around again. A long string of blonde hair is whipping around and tanned fingers are launching projectiles at any target possible. Klarion doesn't need much more evidence to confirm it's the team's archer, Artemis. It's a dangerous position she's put herself in, what with al the shrapnel everywhere, but seeing as it's the only form of entertainment he's had all day, he just watches.

Only when the archer starts to tire and the makeshift arrows cease does he open his mouth, "My, my, poor little archer girl throwing a temper tantrum?" he mocks. A cruel smile on his face.

"You're one to talk, Witch Boy.", she retorts.

Klarion's smile drops. That tongue of hers was sharp, and one day it would get her in trouble. He'd like to see that. To laugh in her face when everything goes downhill all because she couldn't control her mouth or the filter from her brain to her tongue.

"Perhaps, but I'm not the one that goes on rampages when something goes wrong." A raised eyebrow, "Usually."

Artemis glares at him. He's had far worse, and he's not going to humor her by pretending to be afraid and shake in his metaphorical boots.

"Whatever, you wouldn't understand. So I don't know why I'm even talking to you.", she mumbles.

More human emotions. Klarion doesn't want to help her by any means, but he's bored so, "Try me."

The archer looks at him like he's lost his mind. Fortunately Klarion can't lose what he never had. (Be quiet cat, he's too smart for a mind anyway. Waste of space they are. Sane ones anyway.) He cocks his head to the side in a condescending way. She takes the bait and starts taking, if only to prove she's not scared of him. Klarion knows she is.

"Family issues, if you can even call us a family. All we do is double cross and burn each other.", Artemis huffs.

"Not literally."

"What?"

Klarion scoffs, he hates repeating himself, "You have a dysfunctional family, correct?"

She nods dumbly. Klarion snickers mentally because she is.

'Then deal with it, brat. It's dysfunctional but not destroyed- as fun as it would be to watch it happen. So suck it up. At least you don't literally burn each other. Take what you have and don't throw a fit.", he mocks her earlier episode.

Strangely though she doesn't reply, and stares at the ground with her brow furrowed. He can see that his fun is over, pity. Klarion turns and walks out without another word to the mortal.

He absently thinks about how he doesn't hear anymore sounds of objects breaking. Huh, oh well. They just don't make humans like they used to. All fiery emotion and no brains.