Once again, thank you so much for your reviews! Seriously, they make me so happy! I would love to answer some of the questions in the reviews, like who Artemis gets with, but I don't want to spoil the story either! I'll be answering a lot of things, like what happened to Wally and Artemis's relationship, and how Artemis became Huntress, in my the prequel to this story, which I will post as soon as I finish this story.

Thank you!

Nightwing in action has to be the scariest, heart-pounding most amazing thing I've ever see. We'd been good friends for so long, but even now, watching him kick ass and direct orders to us makes my heart race. He looks so in command, so in control, so freaking graceful. I blame his acrobatic background for that. I know that I look pretty co-ordinated too, seeing as all that training with Black Canary has to pay off someday, but I wished that I could get my movements as fluid as Nightwings'.

While Nightwing was all about evasiveness and sly punches, Jason was more of a brute force kind of guy. Nightwing danced with his enemies, whereas Jason preferred to knock them out in a single blow, dodging all the punches they threw at him. It sort of reflected on their different personalities, with Nightwing being charismatic and careful with his words, whereas Jason would be all about blunt words and getting to the point.

I wonder how they can be so different, yet so alike.

Oh, I should probably explain why we're fighting a bunch of Biyalian soldiers. We crossed the desert, until we reached this huge, square box. There were about 30 soldiers guarding the outside. Nightwing's tracker thingy showed that Batman was inside. Obviously, Queen Bee was at work here, because it's her soldiers guarding the prison. Nightwing then guessed that it was Klarion who teleported the league to this dimension with his magic. Safe to say, we assumed that the Light was behind the League's disappearance. Nightwing then hacked into the security cameras, freezing them so we could make quick work of the soldiers.

Jason sucker-punched his last soldier (we had split it 10 each) and Nightwing kicked his soldier in the face. I shot an arrow at the soldier behind me, and then grinned at the two boys, who were looking extremely happy with themselves. I guess everyone gets happy after beating the crap out of someone.

"You two hogtie these creeps. I'll try looking for a door," Jason said, his voice a bit muffled from underneath his helmet.

Nightwing shrugged, and then began to pull out some rope from his utility belt. Like, a lot of rope.

"How did all of that manage to fit in there?" I wondered out loud.

Nightwing grinned at me, showing his canines, and I blushed with embarrassment.

We worked in a comfortable silence. This is what I loved about Nightwing. You didn't have to keep a stream of constant chatter. Silence's around him were never weird, he just gave you room to think.

Whoa, did I just say I love that about Nightwing? That was weird; it took me about two years of being with Wally before I could even say I loved his green eyes. Hell, it took me years before I could tell M'gann I loved her chocolate chip cookies!

"Artemis," Nightwing said softly, and I turned to look at him, "Do you like Jason?"

I stiffened, my body suddenly very tense, "Why do you ask?" I said, trying to make me voice neutral.

"I know you had a thing for him, before you died. And I just want to know that the girl of my dreams actually likes me, not some other guy," he said quietly, meeting my gaze with his blue eyes, hidden behind his Batman mask.

"Girl of your dreams?" I choked, a slow grin creeping on my face.

I think he was blushing, but it was hard to tell with his mask on. He shrugged nonchalantly, acting like he didn't care.

"I've always had a thing for you 'Mis, ever since you joined the team. But then my best friend was clearly in love with you, so I backed down."

I could almost feel my eyes popping out of my head. "You're joking. Me, plain old Artemis Crock, is Nightwing, scratch that, Dick Grayson's, playboy billionaire, dream girl?"

"Don't get cocky, Arty."

"What about Zatanna, Bette and Barbra? And that alien you used to keep seeing? Star- something?"

He shrugged again, his hand running through his hair, "Distractions," he murmured, "they were all distractions. I've always wanted to be with you, but you seemed way to out of my league. So you have to understand, that now, when your so close, I need to know whether you like me the way I like you, or if you like Jason."

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. He was asking the question that my mind had been asking me, but I had chosen to ignore. But I couldn't ignore him. He was my best friend, he deserved an answer.

"I don't know, Dick, I just don't know."

Okay, fine, I'll give Jason points for finding a way into the prison. But maybe, just maybe, we should have specified a place where we could all fit through. We were standing at the top of the square building, lying on our stomachs and peering through the vent that Jason had found. It was big enough to fit a child, but certainly not big enough to fit all of us.

"Well, this vent would lead straight into the heart of the building, which I guess is where the League will be kept, because you know villains, they're not very creative," Nightwing said, looking at his computer.

"There's no way we'll all fit," I said.

"There's another entrance down below, but it would take way too much time to get to the League," Jason said.

"Okay, how about one person get through this way, rescue the League, and then rendezvous with the others?"

"Fine."

Both the boys looked at me.

"No! No way am I going through this vent! I'll get stuck!" I yelled.

Nightwing rolled his eyes, "Look, Huntress," (I winced, it hurt that he was using my hero name, not my real name) "You're smaller than Jason and I, so you have the best bet in getting through there. Get in there, free the League. We'll go handle the Light."

"Fine." I seethed.

"Wait, who are you going to rescue first?" Jason asked.

I said, "Green Arrow," at the same time Nightwing said, "Batman."

"Think rationally, Huntress. Batman is one of the League's powerhouses. He'll be able to rescue the others faster," Nightwing said.

"Okay, then I'll rescue Wonder Woman first. She's a league powerhouse, and she can just smash everyone," I said haughtily.

"No, get Superman. He's a powerhouse, smart, and he can smash things," Jason said.

"Are you calling Wonder Woman dumb?"

"Shut up. Huntress, get going. We'll radio you when we're inside," Nightwing said, and with that, he and Jason left.

I stood there for a while, cursing them under my breath. Then I looked at the vent. Knowing I could never get through. Nevertheless, I steeled myself, and pushed my body in head first, with my hands out in front of me.

It was hard work. The vent was so narrow that it stuck to my hips. I had to use my arms and tips of my toes to push myself through the vent. As the cold metal scraped against my exposed stomach and tops of my thighs, I was silently wishing I wore a less revealing outfit.

Finally, I managed to push myself to the end of the vent. I pushed open the covering and slid through, luckily landing on a guard as I hit the floor. I punched the guy out, and then tied him up and dragged him to a corner. Silently, I managed to sneak through the gleaming white corridors, packed tight with rows of guards. They were pretty useless, seeing as I managed to avoid all of them and get into the room we were guarding.

I laughed to myself as I saw that all the rooms had labels on them. There were three doors, one with Leaguers, the other Powerhouses, and the last was Original Seven. I chose the Original Seven one, know that at least Batman would be in here. There were seven doors in here, one for each Leaguer. I chose the one closest, which the Flash just so happened to be in.

His arms and legs were bound in these huge, cylindrical shapes. Obviously he couldn't vibrate out of them. Flash looked bone tired, he seemed to have tried his hardest to get out of there. I saw a woman with a clipboard in front of him, taking down notes.

Quietly, I slipped inside the room, kicked the feet from under the woman and slammed her into the ground. The Flash looked up, saw me, and a huge smile appeared on his masked face. I quickly tied up the woman, and then started pressing some random buttons, which seemed to free his hands and feet.

"You took your time," he told me, winking.

"Not all of us are as fast as you," I shot back.

"Did you come here by yourself?" I chose to ignore the disbelief in Flash's voice as he said that.

"No, Nightwing and Red Hood are keeping the Light busy," I informed him.

"Red Hood?"

"Not important. Listen, can you free the others, and then find me? I don't know how long Hood and Nightwing can entertain the Light," I said.

"Sure can, little Arty. Be back in a flash!" he told me, and with a quick ruffle of my hair, he was gone.

I looked down at my screen, and followed the tracker to where Nightwing and Red Hood were. It was easy enough to get through the soldiers, they were in complete shambles as the Flash had run through all of them. I raced down the corridors until I came face to face with a huge, metal door.

I hacked through the security code (thank you, Dick) and pushed the door open. Suddenly, Jason's limp figure went sailing through the air and I quickly jumped out of the way.

I looked up and saw the stuff of nightmares. The entire Light, all their members and special recruits were staring down at me. Sportsmaster stepped to the front, swinging his mace.

"Welcome back, little girl."

There it is; more action, and a heartfelt scene from Nightwing. It's so close to the end, yet so far! Please, leave a review!