A/N: Another installment that I've been working on with my iTouch while everything else is getting done on a computer XP Slow but steady, that's me.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything at all.

Tonight

Wally and I go back and forth like this all the time, no one ever winning. I get so sick of this I can't even stand it anymore. He chews me out for everything, and everyone else always tries to defend me even when they have no right to. They don't know what the heart of the issue is. Wally just hates me. He does, I know it, he told me. I just don't hate him back. Not enough, anyways.

Tonight, it's not like every other fight.

"Why don't you tell us these things?"

"You don't need to know."

We're both screaming at each other. Superboy's on the other side of the room doing the best he can to tune us out. Wally's all up in my face, I just want to slap him, he's acting like such a jerk right now...

"You're supposed to be our teammate!"

"I wasn't supposed to be here in the first place!"

There are a lot of things I can't tell him. They know now that I was a Shadows assassin. That's what I'm getting yelled at for today. He found out, he's mad I didn't tell him, he's yelling a lot because I should've told him. There are a lot of things I should tell him. Like how I was supposed to kill him. Like how I'm not going to kill him. Why do I feel the need to kill him right now? I'm not going to, but still…

"Yeah, because you were supposed to be out there murdering people!"

"I'm not doing that anymore!"

"Anymore?" He's glaring like crazy, he hates me, he hates ms so much that it's radiating off of him. He's radiating hatred. "You can't just clean the slate like that!"

"You wanna bet?"

I half reach for my bow and it only takes a heartbeat for one of Robin's birdarangs to slice my wrist open in an attempt to stop my hand from reaching my weapons. Even from behind the mask, I can feel his eyes boring holes through me, blazing with fury and sadness.

I betrayed them all. Yeah, I feel terrible about it, but I can't change what I've done, I can only change what I'm going to do. I can't change the past. If I could, I'd take it all back without a second thought. No, I wouldn't have gotten on this team but I'd sure as Hell be saved all the trouble I'm in right now and I'll say that's my end goal.

I touch my fingers to my wrist to feel the red blood bubbling out of my veins. I look to Robin who's watching me passively as Megan's already levitating towels on over to help staunch the bloodflow, her green form coming closer to help.

I want to think that Robin didn't mean to do it. But he's Robin. Robin doesn't make mistakes.

"Guys," I say as M'gann's wrapping a towel around my arm that's immediately being stained scarlet, "I wasn't even supposed to be here in the first place, okay?" I sound desperate, like I need their approval. I don't want to leave this team. This is home now. A place where I can be Artemis the Heroine rather than Artemis Crock, the crazy guy's daughter with the disabled mom and the bad grades. I prefer the former. I don't deserve to be labeled by my family. "I was supposed to kill Wally, that was all. I got caught and I'm here now." I look down at the blood.

Damn birds.

"Wait," Wally says as he pinches the bridge of his freckled nose, "you were sent to kill me? I thought that was just a memory lapse thing in-"

"Bialya." I wince as Meg begins to untie the makeshift bandage and tie another one on. Clearly she isn't familiar with treating wounds. That's not how you do it. Peeling it off irritates the injury and coaxes it into bleeding more. Honestly, I'm better off taking care of myself. Seriously. "No, it was real. I just didn't know it, I'm sorry." I focus on him again, staring into those... pitiful green eyes. Why does he look so sad about it? Not like it matters. He's still alive. "I missed, remember?"

I can see him going through his mental banks as Robin comes in to take care of my slit wrist, gently nodding to Miss M to tell her that he's got it covered. He knows Megan isn't doing it right so he figures he might as well patch me up himself. Wally finally comes to the conclusion. "You saved me instead of killing me."

"Stupid luck," I breathe, trying to sound a little bit glad about it. I save his life, he hates me, I don't get it. "Complete accident. You should be praising that 'souvenir' of yours and making a shrine to it. That was supposed to go straight through your skull." I remember taking aim at that patch of ginger hair that stuck out of the mask he wore and imagining how it would slam into the back of his head before coming out through his forehead with a trickle of crimson blood. Shot it and missed because Amazo was trying to avoid dying.

He puts a finger to the back of his head quietly, jaw going a little slack.

"Is the screaming over?" asked Superboy, tentatively coming closer again now that it's quiet on this side of the room.

"Yes, Superboy," says Megan while putting a gentle hand on his shoulder and leaning into him a little bit.

They just sicken me.

Robin wraps a third towel around my arm. "Kaldur's gonna have to decide what we'll do with you, but I trust you if you say you're not talking with them anymore." He sounds sincere even though he's not looking at me. He's patching me up and doing what he can to repair the damage done.

M'gann is the next to step up and agree. "I trust you as well. You've never put us in any harm since you've joined and there's reason for us to stop being teammates."

Wordlessly, Superboy expresses his agreement with a curt nod, blue eyes saying nothing.

Some part of me feels like this is perfect. Forgiven, in a sense, by three out of five. I feel bad for having to say something, but I look to Wally who's still got a few fingers pressed into the back of his head as if envisioning the last moment of his life. His mouth is hanging open a little bit. "Wally?"

His jade eyes find me. "You tried to kill me."

"I won't do it again." I didn't need to. I wouldn't. He was a friend now, a teammate at the least. I trusted him with my life on a daily basis, and I hoped he could trust me with his. "I'm not working with them anymore."

The reluctant is evident in his voice as he finally gives in. "Alright." His hand moves away from the back of his head, and his thumbs go in his pockets. "I trust you."

I still couldn't help but notice Robin trying to discreetly carry away my bow and quiver as he left with Batman. I didn't stop him.

It was proof he didn't trust me.

None of them did.

A/N: Next one is already partially written. It has my theory. Then there's one final chapter after that and then that's the end of this story. For more pertaining to some of these one-shots, go on over to my other story "Her Cheshire Smile" for some bonus theories. Reviews make me post faster.

~Sky