Disclaimer: I don't own Young Justice, but I do own Andie Kyle.

Robin POV:

I dropped Kaldur and stumbled backwards. My movements were stiff; sloppy. My left arm throbbed, but otherwise functioned perfectly; it had long since popped into place.

I dove sideways, rolling into a fighting stance. Andie's claw nicked my cheek. I smiled grimly. What's a little blood on a disfigured face? She attacked again, pivoting on her toe, to perform what I can only describe as a ballerina kick.

She was fast.

I was injured.

The blow sent me skidding across the floor. I rolled onto my back, just as Wally ran past with a bloody Artemis. I narrowed my eyes as he went for the exit. What's he planning?

"Pay attention, Boy." Andie clutched my throat, kneeling over me on all fours. Gravity pulled her hair down, and dark strands brushed my cheeks.

I grasped her wrist with both hands. My nails formed shallow welts along her skin. "Damn it, Andie. Get off."

I kicked upwards with both feet, causing her grip to loosen slightly. But she recovered fast, using her free hand to slash across my face. I grunted in pain, as I felt my skin split open. Seconds later, I could taste my own blood. It dripped into my eyes, my mouth, and my nose.

Andie tightened her grip on my throat, then cocked her head to the side. "You call me 'Andie'? Daft mortal; the one you speak of, has no control. She resides in my mind alone."

My breath came in short harsh bursts as I struggled to find air. "You should be stronger than this Andie. I expected more from you." My vision started to darken. "It makes me wonder… you know? If you can't fight your own demons, how did you help me with mine?"

Through my dimming gaze, I saw her eyes change a shade lighter. Then a high pitched screech erupted from her throat. She clutched her head, with one hand, as her fangs retreated. Her pointed ears seemed to follow, swiftly disappearing out of existence. Then her claws faded away, leaving me free to breathe.

As the world came back into focus, I rubbed my throat, chest heaving. Andie watched me with drooping eyelids, her face partially covered with stringy hair. She leaned closer, on all fours, until her forehead touched mine. "Your demons were fake; criminals and villains only in your dreams. Just nightmares." She exhaled deeply, and her voice got quieter. "My demon is real. The Cats Essence won't leave… if someone wakes me up."

Her eyes drooped shut, and she slumped forward in exhaustion. I wrapped an arm around her. Just… because.

Loud voices reached my ears as a shower of concrete sprinkled over me. I glanced sideways to find Superman standing inside a large hole in the wall. No doubt the other Leaguers were close behind.

That's what Wally was up to, I thought. But how did he manage to get a signal?

The ground vibrated as black boots approached me. Batman.

I closed my eyes, and turned my head away. "Forget about the mission report," I said, aware he was listening. "I'm not saying a word."

I could feel his eyes on me, but he kept silent.

He didn't ask what happened to Artemis. He didn't ask why Psimon was dead. And he didn't ask if I was alright. Like me, he didn't say a word.

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Andie POV:

I opened my eyes, clutching my head in pain. Bed springs poked my back at odd angles. Above me, fluorescent lights swung gently on their fixtures. An incessant beeping caused me to look around. Black Canary sat beside me, utterly focused on a brown chart board.

I cleared my throat.

She looked up, a smile spreading over her face. "So you're finally awake. You've been out cold for a while."

I sat up, my joints screaming. "How long exactly?"

"Seven days. Your vitals were normal, but your condition stayed the same." She paused, looking me over. "It's amazing; all of your injuries have healed. How do you feel?"

"Fine," I said. My body ached, but only slightly; the sense of guilt was greater. It was odd, to witness yourself harm others, and not be able to stop it.

She nodded. Standing, she walked deeper into the room, and pulled a curtain aside. On a single bed, lay Artemis. Various tubes snaked out of her arms, attached to twin machines. Her chest rose and fell, ever so slowly, but she didn't move.

Wally sat in a chair beside her – his head bowed, as he rested it against her arm.

"Any changes?" Black Canary asked, placing a hand on Wally's shoulder.

He shook his head, looking up. The bruised and drawn skin along his face, reminded me of an old man— one who'd seen all the horrors life had to show. With bloodshot eyes, he turned to me, and shook his head. "No." He said, addressing BC, his eyes still on me. "She's still in a coma."

I froze, clenching my teeth together.

Seeing my face, Black Canary began to leave. Just before exiting, she popped her head back in. "Andrea, you're free to go. Your vitals are stable; you're perfectly fine."

I listened as the sound of her heels faded away. I stood up quickly. "Wally…"

"You're 'perfectly fine'?" He laughed. "Awesome. You knock-out Kaldur, injure Robin, and… hurt Artemis..." He paused, struggling to breathe. "But remain 'perfectly fine'? How is that fair?"

I turned away, my chest tightening. "This isn't my fault. Don't... don't blame me."

The light tap of feet suddenly appeared behind me, and I turned to face Wally.

He grabbed the front of my hospital gown. "Artemis is in a coma. And all you can say is that it wasn't your fault?!" Spit flew out of his mouth, landing on my cheek.

I shoved his hand off with shaking fingers. I couldn't look him in the eyes. "I won't stay here and be accused. If you want someone to blame, try Psimon, the evil Super-villain."

I turned away, and forced my legs to move. Somehow, my words felt false; I felt guilty.

Wally swallowed. "You know, Artemis might never wake up. She could… she could die in that coma." His voice shook, ever so slightly. "You pierced her chest. I don't understand why you can't even apologise."

I bowed my head. "Simple; I didn't do anything." My eyes felt moist as I walked away. I made my voice hard, distant. "Besides, if she dies, an apology won't bring her back."

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The hospital gown rustled, as I walked towards my room. The halls of Mount Justice were quiet so early in the morning. I cracked my door open, stepping inside. Only then, with my back against the door, did I break down.

My head fell into my hands, suddenly too heavy to hold up. The tears fell slowly down my face.

I can't shake it; this irrational sense of guilt. I'm innocent; it wasn't me who hurt Artemis, who harmed Robin, who killed Psimon. It wasn't me.

I cursed through clenched teeth.

Then why do I feel like I got off lightly? Why do I feel like I should be punished?

I shook my head, and stood up, swiping away the tears. Changing into my cat suit, I entered the bathroom and brushed my teeth. In the mirror, I looked… fine. A healthy teenage girl – not a murderous cat, or a back-stabbing team mate.

I grasped my hair and packed it at the nape of my neck. Taking a deep breath, I headed out of the bathroom and towards my door. Time to face the team.

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I entered the lounge with slow steps. M'gaan was baking in the kitchen. Beside her, stood a scowling Superboy. He folded his arms when she asked him to pass the flour.

Robin and Kaldur sat on the couch, discussing something in low mutters. I took a deep breath and walked to the kitchen, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl. I felt incredibly tense as all eyes focused on me

M'gaan was the first to speak. "You're awake!" She ran around the counter and hugged me. "How do you feel?"

"Fine." I gave her a tight smile. Either she didn't know what I – Psimon – had done…or she didn't care.

There was silence as M'gaan let go of me, and I felt I had to say something. "… Have you visited Artemis? She's not doing so well."

M'gaan nodded, her smile dimming. "I've been into her mind. I'm… unsure of the outcome."

I swallowed hard, remembering Wally's facial expression. Just an hour ago, he'd accused me of harming Artemis. He must hate me; I wasn't exactly repentant.

I steeled myself and turned towards the couch, approaching Kaldur. He stared at me with pale green eyes. "You look well. I am glad to see you have recovered."

I steeled my gaze. He's only being polite; social etiquette dictates his speech. "Why don't you speak you mind? You're angrier than you're letting on."

He stood up, towering over me. "You are mistaken. I feel no anger, only disappointment." His eyes held mine as his face stilled to stone. "As a team, we should be aware of one another's strengths and weaknesses. You withheld important information, so I was not aware of your abilities. As a result, I was unable to react sufficiently when I was most needed. Because of you, I failed as a Leader."

I stared at him, speechless. Unlike Wally, he wasn't blaming me for harming anyone. He was blaming me for keeping secrets. I scoffed. And here I thought Robin was the only one. "You know, I don't see my 'ability' as a strength or a weakness. And I didn't want it to be public information. It was…" I cleared my throat, glancing at the hunched back of Robin. "It was private."

The Boy Wonder turned, facing me for the first time. A bandage clung to his forehead, disappearing under a mess of black hair. His face was mottled in varying patches of brown and yellow where his bruises were healing. Four angry pink lines ran across his face, and vanished under his mask. I flinched.

That was my fault; I was trying to take out his eye.

Hope you enjoyed d chp. Srry 4 d long wait, and any typo's. Really couldn't be asked to read over it.

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