Hey! Here's the next chapter!

A review (which, by the way, I LOVE getting) has just told me that Bumblebee is Mal's girlfriend and is part of the team, whereas Rocket is engaged and part of the Justice League. I'm so sorry for that mistake, and I'll go and fix it!

But really, thank you so much for the reviews and I hope you like this chapter!

Oh, I heard that CN has put Young Justice on hiatus again, and I think I'm about ready to punch them, but anyway, I guess I'll just have to stay strong till at least November.

Rating is a strong T for a drug dealer reference, and also a killing.

Bludhaven has to be the freaking coldest place I've ever been to.

I'm not just talking physical cold, I mean, in my tummy and leg flaunting outfit everything is cold to me. It's just that Bludhaven has a different kind of cold, like there's something sinister or just fundamentally wrong about the place.

This place reminds me of Gotham, so I guess that's why Nightwing likes it so much.

Ah, Nightwing. He just had to make my life more confusing. It's not like I didn't have anything else to worry about, you know, with my studies and hero life and everything. Now I've got to worry if that kiss was serious, or if he was just playing around, and if Batgirl will want to kill me because I know she has her eyes on him. I so hope it was serious, I mean, it felt pretty serious, but you never know with boys, and especially not with boys like Nightwing. I mean, I was in his school, I know he's a total player, but I can't help but hope I'm something more to him.

I've been doing stakeout at Bludhaven for a couple of hours now, and I'm feeling so damn tired. I almost wondered if I could slip into a motel and get some rest. Nothing interesting has happened, but the sun's just starting to set, so maybe a criminal will decide to steal something.

I'm so bored I'm tempted to steal something and then apprehend myself, just for the heck of it.

The teams been buzzing through the communication device for the whole time, but I usually try to block them out. Listening in on them makes me remember that the Justice League has gone, and I don't think I can deal with that now. If I block them out, I can pretend I'm on a normal stakeout, and I can pretend that everything's fine.

So far, from what I've gathered by their conversations, the outside world thinks that they're darling Justice League is fine and that the explosion was just a malfunction from the Watchtower. Mal has already informed us that the villains are still attacking, but we've got some help from some minor heroes. For now, we're doing a good job, but how long can we keep this up? How long can we pretend to be the Justice League? Sooner or later the people will figure it out, and they'll probably hate us for life. They'll never trust heroes again.

A flash of movement catches my eye, and I grin to myself.

Bludhaven is already dark, so I climb up to the rooftops, with only the moon as my light. It's easy to track the man; he's wearing dark colours and a ski mask. He's obviously an amateur, because the real deal would have a lot more stealth. He opens the bag, and I see him toss a white packet to a kid passing by. The kid stops briefly, throws him a handful of money, and then walks away.

My lip curls in disgust, it's a drug dealer.

I take out my crossbow and shoot a tracking dart at his bag which he doesn't notice. I then swing off the rooftops and follow him on the ground, waiting to corner him in a secure location. The man then walks into an abandoned warehouse and I'm there, quietly slipping through the door.

I swing up onto a wooden beam near the roof of the warehouse, wanting to surprise the man. Then, suddenly, out of the darkness I see a fist collide into the man's face. He's on the floor, reeling in surprise. I try to get a good look at the guy who threw the punch, but he's hiding in the darkness. All I can make out is a muscular figure, wearing (maybe) a long overcoat.

A foot connects to the drug dealer's stomach, and he cries out in pain. There's a flash of silver, and my crossbows in my hand and I'm firing an arrow, but I'm too late. The gunshot rings out, and it's a noise I'm too familiar with.

I've seen a lot of death in my life, you know, being a daughter of an assassin and all that, so I should be used to seeing people get shot. Right now though, I'm shocked. Sure, this guy was a dealer, and he had ruined countless of lives, but the one thing Batman and the Justice League had drilled into my head was that the heroes do not kill, even if the villains deserve it. We leave the prosecution to the justice system.

The man walked out of the shadows, the gun swinging casually at his side. I leapt down from the beam and aimed the crossbow at him, my voice slightly shaking as I said, "Put your hands above your head and step into the light before this arrow goes into your head."

The man turned around slowly and I saw that he had a red mask on, one that covered his entire face. He was tall, extremely tall, and he had lean, hard muscles on his arms, legs and chest. Most of it was covered by his black overcoat, but I could see enough to say that he had one hell of a body.

It was unnerving, the way he stared at me through his mask. The fabric twitched, and I saw him drop the gun. Then, suddenly, he was swinging a fist towards me. I acted reflexively, blocking his punch with my arm, but then his legs knocked mine from under me, and I fell to the floor and lost my grip on the crossbow.

Cursing, I kicked his knee, which made him fall to, and then I clambered on top of him, pinning him down with my weight. In a quick movement, he had pushed my off him and punched me in the stomach, making me double over.

I cursed again as he punched me on the head. Damn, he was good. The only other person who had been able to fight me like this was Nightwing. Suddenly, I was pushed against a wall, his strong arms making a cage around me.

"Hello, Artemis."

His voice was so familiar too me, even though I hadn't heard it for such a long time. I tensed, breathing heavily. My hands went for his mask, and he didn't make any move to stop me. As I pulled the stupid red mask off his face, I gasped in surprise.

The man had a mop of shaggy black hair, one with a white streak on it. The innocent, cute face I was used to was replaced with a sharp, much angular one, with high cheekbones and a pointed chin. His lips were twisted into his trademark smile, and his eyes were still brown, though they seemed to look much duller.

"Jason," I breathed, hardly daring to believe it.

His grin grew wider, and without thinking, I threw my arms around him, burying my face into his shoulder. He smelt different, ashier, his usual peppery scent replaced with something darker. I didn't want to dwell on that though, I was so relieved to see him alive.

"Artemis," he said his voice much deeper, hugging me back.

I clung to him for a bit, and then let go suddenly, my mind whirling.

"Wait, what are you- I mean, how the hell are you still alive? And why the do you have a white streak in your hair? I mean, you died! Right? And oh my God, you killed that guy! Jason, what the hell is going on?" I nearly screamed at him.

He casually lent back against the wall, taking his time.

"Patience, Arty, all will be revealed," he told me smirking.

I picked up my crossbow, aiming it at him.

"Jason, if you don't tell me what the hell is going on in the next 5 seconds you will find an arrow stuck in a very uncomfortable spot in your body," I said in the steeliest voice I could manage.

He shrugged, and opened his mouth to answer, but a bat-a-rang cam whizzing from nowhere, and stuck itself on Jason's arm, pinning him to the wall. A couple more flew out, all pinning the sleeves of Jason's jacket to the wall. I looked up, and of course, Batman was standing there, the moonlight casting a giant shadow of him across the room. He swung in, coming to a stop next to me.

For a second, I thought he was Bruce. But then, with sudden realization I remembered that it was Dick standing next to me, a hard look on his face.

Jason looked up at him smirking once again.

"Hello, Bruce-y old boy," he said mockingly.

Dick stood there in true Batman fashion, his eyes narrowing on Jason.

"Long time no see Jason," Dick said, and I saw Jason's eyes widen as he heard Dick's voice, "or should I say Red Hood?"

Sorry, I was trying to end on a cliff-hanger, but that sort of failed… ANYWAY yes, this is a traught fanfic, but I still love spitfire! I'm thinking that maybe I should do a prequel to this story, something outlining Artemis's change to Huntress, but I have no idea of whether I should do it! Thanks for your reviews, they make me so happyJ!

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