AN: Sorry it took so long to update, I wasn't really excited to write this chapter. Oh well.

Okay, since Robin wasn't in 'Targets' or 'Terrors', I'm just gonna have the day, a short description of what Whisper has done so far during said day, and a short snippet that was a big moment between him and a member of the Team on that day. And the days of the week are correct, I used common sense and did the math!

Last night, my sister came home from college and had dinner with the family. One of her friends had told her a riddle and it's answer, so she decided to tell me while we were eating. Now lets make something clear. The friend that told her the riddle is a college student. I am in middle school. He is almost 22. I am 13. He does riddles all the time. I rarely do them. It took him over 3 weeks to figure out the answer.

I solved it in under 20 minutes.

Thursday morning, September 7:

Whisper had been bored out of his mind after Aqualad had gotten that call from Red Arrow. He had met the solo hero a couple weeks prior, and after several accusations, a glare-down, and a threat or two, they mutually decided to dislike each other. So following an hour of training, he ventured to the Music Room. After playing a warm ups on the acoustic guitar, he decided to play a song from his first few months on the run. A nostalgic grin on his face, Whisper began the first few notes. {Insert 'Running Away' by Jesse McCartney}

Artemis was watching a cheesy horror movie in the Cave, enjoying the quiet. Gotham Academy hadn't started school yet, and she was trying to use what little free time she had left to relax. The archer had stayed the night, and had heard Aqualad leave earlier. After a while, she grew bored of the horrible acting and took a walk around the mountain; however, she wasn't expecting to hear the faint sound of music. Curiosity piked, she rushed towards the direction of the noise. When Artemis reached a closed door, she realized it was where she had found Whisper asleep his first night at the Cave. Eyebrows furrowed, she snuck the door open and peeked inside. Whisper was sitting with his back to the door, strumming an acoustic guitar, and singing. Artemis forgot all former suspicions and listened in awe to the lyrics.

Running away? Was Whisper trying to get away from someone? If so, then she could definitely relate. The blonde leaned on the doorway, unconsciously tapping her foot to the rhythm. Despite the mystery-shrouded singer, the song was actually pretty good, not that she would ever admit it. At the last note, Artemis decided to make her presence known.

"Did you write that yourself?"

When Whisper had started playing, he didn't expect for anyone to hear him. He especially didn't expect for that 'anyone' to be Artemis, who apparently had been leaning against the doorframe for the majority of the song. That's why when Artemis asked, "Did you write that yourself," Whisper jumped, shrieked, and spun around in under a second. The teen inwardly cringed that he had been caught off guard, by the protege of Green Arrow no less. That man was very bad at being stealthy, but Whisper felt a little better at the fact that she grew up with the Shadows.

So, the only thing his shocked brain could come up with was, "Uh...ye-yeah?"

Artemis raised an eyebrow at the frazzled state of the newest addition to the Team. "You sure about that?"

Whisper blushed and took the guitar strap off, leaning the instrument against the wall. Composing himself, the adolescent turned around and nodded. "Yeah. I'm sure."

Artemis wasn't sure what tempted her to smile; maybe it was that connection she felt with Whisper, but she smiled nonetheless. The archer sincerely said, "It's nice. How come you didn't tell us you could sing?"

The younger's face blushed further and he shrugged. "I didn't think it was that important," he mumbled.

Whisper earned a scoff as a reply. Kindess shone in Artemis' gray-blue eyes as she honestly said, "Honestly, you're pretty good. You really don't give yourself enough credit." With that, the blonde turned and walked down the hallway, leaving Whisper in silence.

Thursday afternoon, September 7:

Megan and newly-dubbed 'Connor Kent' walked into the Cave, each mulling over the day's events. The pair walked into the kitchen to see Whisper and Artemis lounging in the living room, watching TV. The youngest seemed to be slightly uncomfortable, glancing periodically at the archer, but neither aliens noticed it upon their arrival.

Artemis spoke up first, turning around in the couch and facing her teammates. "So, how was your first day of school?"

The Martian immediately perked up and began to explain, in detail, what had happened that day. Conner, however, merely went to sit beside Whisper on the couch and brood. After a few moments, the silence between the two was broken by the smallest.

"So...what was your first day like?"

Conner grunted and said, "It was okay, just weird. Why? Haven't you ever been?"

Shifting his gaze to his lap, Whisper spoke softly. "No. I've always been home schooled." He didn't mention that his 'teachers' included his mom, who used to be a professional trapeze artist, and a ruthless killer. "Plus, I doubt I'd be very good at making friends even if I did go."

Connor looked at the youth beside him, eyebrows furrowed. He felt an odd sensation inside of him, one that only appeared when he was around M'gann. Brushing it off, he awkwardly put one hand on his companion's shoulder and gave a light smile. "You seem pretty good at making friends to me." (AN: No, not that feeling. He's feeling protective, like a big brother kind of feeling.)

Friday midday, September 15:

To put it lightly Whisper was bored. No missions had been given to the Team as a whole, and with Superboy, Miss Martian, and Aqualad at Belle Reve (He had 'accidentally' overheard the mission briefing), the only people around were Wally and Artemis, who were always arguing with each other. So, Batman, being the amazing detective he was, had noticed, and once again invited the teen to the mansion.

Whisper and Alfred were currently neck and neck in a grueling chess game. Whisper had never played it officially, but he had been forced to strategize battle plans with figurines, which wasn't that different. After a few more moves, the butler had him cornered and he reluctantly admitted defeat.

"Don't feel bad, Master Whisper. I have been doing this for far longer than you."

Whisper let out a light laugh. "Oh, I know. I should've never played against someone who has a glare that can make Bats quiver in his boots."

He only received a smirk in reply as Alfred headed to the kitchen to prepare lunch. Left alone, Whisper decided to join Bruce, who was in the Batcave investigating a string of robberies. Hopping up one the edge of the computer, Whisper tilted his head at the man before him.

"So, watcha doing?"

Bruce raised an eyebrow before turning back to his work.

"Right. I already knew that. So watcha gonna do when you're done?"

A slight shrug was the only answer Whisper was given.

Scowling, the boy pulled up his holo-computer and started looking up pictures of funny elephants (Why not? He practically grew up with Zitka as a pet). Half an hour passed and Bruce finally finished his work on the case. He powered down the Batcomputer and turned to Whisper, who was cackling and rolling around on the ground, an enlarged image of an elephant playing basketball pulled up on his glove.

Curiosity sparked, Bruce cleared his throat loudly and once Whisper had calmed himself, asked, "What kind of technology do you use to power your glove?"

The teen stared up at him from his place on the floor in shock. "You're seriously asking about the tech? Not the fact that I was looking up elephants?"

"I've learned not to ask with you."

A slight pause followed before Whisper said, "Good choice." He pushed himself into a standing position and commented, "You must be pretty whelmed."

"Whelmed?"

A dramatic sigh preceded, "We've been over this. Whelmed: the medium of overwhelmed and underwhelmed? Ring a bell?"

Bruce slightly recalled the conversation at the mall all those weeks ago. "Right... Anyways, the tech?"

"You can download the schematics if you want," Whisper said with a slight shrug.

An hour later, when Alfred came down to see what was keeping the Masters from their lunch, he found the pair talking animatedly about three dimensional imaging and pressure sensitiveness. Smiling at the almost dynamic interaction of the two, the faithful butler just left a tray of sandwiches on a spare table and headed back upstairs.

AN: Again, sorry it took so long. I didn't add in a Wally short cause the first one originally had him in it, not Artemis, but then I realized that he would be at school. I'll probably add in a full chapter about brotherly bonding between them. And if we get to 100 reviews, I have a special treat planned!

*SPOILER ALERT! SPOILERS ABOUT THE EPISODES 'WAR' UP AHEAD!*

Okay, WHAT. THE. HECK. Why is Nightwing not kicking butt and taking names! All he does is talk! And why did they have to do that to Blue Beetle? But I personally love that they put Wondergirl and Arsenal together! My dad was in the TV room and when she kissed him on the cheek, I let out a fangirl scream, earning me a weird look from my dearest father. He just doesn't understand. *Shakes head sadly* Anywho, can't wait for the next episode!

Oh and can I just say that not having a third season is a crime! No Red Hood? That's...that's...*sob* I can't even find words to display my horror. All we've seen of him is a shimmery image that got blown up! I need some Jason Todd action! (Even though Dick is my fave Robin.)

-GSDLover