A/N: Trying to get this series wrapped up. This one's a bit choppy, but I like the way it fits in with the song a little bit. This song is "Conspiracy Theory". So here's this:

Disclaimer: I don't own anything at all. Song is by NJATA.

Conspiracy Theory

So this was it. Serious team meeting. And what does Kaldur say?

"The League of Shadows has a spy within our team."

Wally's the first to stand beside me and laugh his head off, keeled over and holding his stomach like his guts are going to burst out if he laughs any harder. And no one else is talking. So when Wally gets quiet and wipes a few tears away from his eyes to see all of us staring at him he asks, "Seriously? It isn't some ridiculous conspiracy theory?"

"I am not joking."

And with Kaldur talking, even I'm afraid. Because that means Batman knows. And he also knows who I am. That my dad is a Shadows operative, that I was too, once upon a time. He knows that I'm a risk, but he put his money on me and now I'll bet he's regretting it.

"Sportsmaster and Cheshire tipped me some good information that they've got someone inside our ranks." Red Arrow steps out of the shadows in his mysterious way; I can feel his eyes on me from behind that damn domino mask. "Which means there's a mole."

I already know it's not me. It's not me. I swear it's not me. It's not me. It can't be me. It's not me. It's not me. I swear. It's not me.

But I can't say any of that out loud.

"So who is it?" Robin speaks up from the other side of Superboy, suddenly looking smaller next to the clone even though we all know which one would win in a battle.

That's when Roy looks to the floor and shuffles his feet a little bit. Aqualad says, "We do not know, but a few members of the League are looking into it." His voice is strong, patient. It's almost like he knows. His silver eyes are scanning our ranks, me standing next to Wally, M'gann on the other side of him, Superboy to my right, the little bird next to him. Then there's Kaldur, the innocent one, standing there and looking at us like we're the culprits, every single one of us. I think I feel his stare harden as he looks at me.

I just want to scream, "I swear it's not me!" Because it isn't. I'm not the mole. I'm not a spy. It's not me. But I don't say anything.

"Now what are we supposed to do?" asks Superboy, arms folding across his chest, face still locked in that permanent scowl. "Go back to our ordinary lives?"

"Yes."

And that was that. Kaldur just walked off with Roy by his side, the two avidly talking; I saw Roy throw a glance my way, the asshole.

"So who do you think it is?"

I look over from watching an episode of "Doctor Who" to see Robin sitting there like he has been all along. We've both got our own bowls of popcorn and the sleeping form of Wally is wedged between us, his arm draped over the back of my side of the couch. A little drool is slipping out of the corner of his mouth. "What?"

"The mole." He's throwing the topic around so nonchalantly, like it doesn't mean anything, like it doesn't put him at risk. I already know that I'm at risk. I'm the first target. I know this. "What's your bet?"

I have my suspicions, but I never feel the need to voice them aloud. Why Robin would, I have no idea. The walls are thin and if suspicion gets out, well... A friend may strand you on the battlefield. "I don't know." But I think I do know.

He's quiet for a long moment. He picks an extra buttery piece of popcorn from the bowl and pops it in his mouth. "Do you trust me?"

I really don't know how to answer that one. Because I sort of do. I don't know his name, I don't know who he is, I just know that he's Robin and that he's Batman's son and that he's a good kid and that he's allergic to blueberries. That's all I know. But I still trust him. "Yeah."

There's another long moment of silence and his eyes are looking back at the tv, his head turned fully towards it once more. "I trust you, Artemis."

He sounds sincere.

But I'm not completely sure.

So Wally and I have been going out for about two months now and he's got his head in my lap and he's staring up and the ceiling like a complete moron. And he asks bluntly, "You're not the infiltrator, are you?"

It's out of nowhere and so sudden that I give him a quick smack on the head and say, "Are you accusing me?" Because I'm offended. I trust him. I know he's not the traitor. He's not smart enough. And he laughed too hard at the thought of it. He's not a good enough actor to pull that off. He's definitely not good enough to do that.

His face turns to dread. "No, no!" He's sitting upright in a heartbeat and turning to face me once more. "It's not that, it's just that I feel better asking." His face is guilty, and I can read it. He's nervous now because he doesn't want me mad at him. "I don't know much about you, you know? I just wanted to make sure."

I'm still offended and I know my face is flushed red, but I don't care. I'm still scared shitless that Batman'll call me out one day and make everyone think it's me. But it's not me. It's not. I am not a traitor. I am not the spy.

"I trust you, Artemis, you know that." He's trying to sweet talk his way back in, but I push him away. I'm not dealing with his crap today. "I was just asking. Don't hate me."

I pretty much always hate him, so why's today any different? Just because we're together doesn't mean he doesn't constantly piss me off.

"Artemis." Batman's voice scares me at first, but he's quick to make clear what he needs. There's a file in his hand and he's holding it out to me. An assignment.

"What do you need?" I ask, taking the file and waiting for further instructions. No one else is around, so I think I can safely assume they're not supposed to know about this. It's a mission, I can see that. The tab on the manila folder is marked "Top Secret" like most Justice League things are.

"The League has reluctantly agreed to let you do this for us. To make you realize what being part of this team truly means." He gives only the slightest nod at the folder in my hands. "There is your target. Do it quickly, swiftly, and efficiently." His voice is gruff as ever. "You have the assassin experiences, and I expect you to deal with this before any other information can leak, understand?"

So it's the mole. I'm going to kill the mole. The Justice League trusts me. They know I'm not the mole. So who i- I'm opening the file, unable to resist. Familiar eyes stare out at me. "I understand."

I knew it. I was right.

A/N: I have a new theory on the infiltrator of the team, but that doesn't let me stray from my first thought. They actually work well together, really. Review?

~Sky