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"Okay, let's go!"

Robin snuck through the old building, Artemis at his heels. They reached Two-Face's floor, and Robin disappeared into the shadows. It was a tense moment until a thud and a henchman's groan could be heard. Artemis launched into action, firing arrows into the midst of the henchmen as Robin carved a path through them to reach Two-Face. There was a problem.

Unbeknownst to the heroes, while they were on the roof, some of Two-Face's henchmen brought a hostage. Artemis recognized him as Darren King, one of the richest teens to attend Gotham Academy. His father was a multi-billionaire, his riches rivaling Bruce Wayne's. Heck, Artemis would bet her bow that the Kings were richer that Wayne!

Robin had noticed the captive as well, and stopped. Two-Face turned to face the Boy Wonder, sneering.

"So, Bird, how lucky are you feeling?" The infamous coin appeared in the disfigured man's hand, and the lenses of Robin's masks narrowed as he calculated the situation. He then cocked his head a little bit, and Artemis nocked an arrow, aiming at the gun in Two-Face's hand- the one not holding the coin.

Two-Face's smirk got larger as he began to flip the coin, but Artemis' arrow seemingly came out of nowhere and sunk into the hand with the gun, and Robin flipped into action. Artemis' arrows kept flying, although she paused once at seeing Robin get hit by a knife. Two-Face was drawing in closer to the Boy Wonder, and fatigue was beginning to slow him down. As the maniac drew up next the Robin, Artemis let loose a taser arrow, which hit Two-Face's side and zapped him. Robin turned to smile gratefully at Artemis before checking that Two-Face was out cold.

"We need to call Gordon now. He'll come and take care of him, but I really need to get back to the Cave to get this looked at," Robin instructed while gesturing at the knife wound in his side. "I'm also pretty sure that at least one of my ribs got bruised."

Artemis nodded, reaching to use her communicator, but Robin held out his and she took it, looking up Commissioner Gordon's hotline on it.

"Gordon."

"Hey, Commissioner, I'm Artemis, a temporary partner of Robin's. We've got Two-Face out cold in the old police building- the condemned one."

"Okay, I've got a unit on the way."

The commissioner hung up, and Artemis handed Robin back his communicator. Robin nodded in thanks, and stopped slouching against the wall, still holding his hand to the knife wound in his side.

"Are you okay?" Artemis asked, looking at the blood seeping out from under his hand.

"Eh, I've had worse when going up against Two-Face. There's never been an archer up against him, so we caught him by surprise," Robin informed.

"Well. That's nice. Now, let's zeta back to the cave so we can get that injury looked at," Artemis intoned.

"Oh, I doubt we were talking about the same cave. Ever wanted to see the Batcave?" Robin looked at Artemis sneakily.

"Wait, you're taking me to the Batcave?" Artemis asked, awestruck.

"Yep," Robin replied, popping the 'p'.

"Sweet!" Artemis squealed quietly as sirens approached. Robin nodded, and when the officers came up to the floor Two-Face was on, they found Artemis and Robin bantering quietly with Darren King looking on, surprised. Robin had released him from the ropes binding him while he was talking to Artemis.

"Well, now that the cops are here, we can go," Robin dictated, leading the way back up the stairs, followed by Artemis.

"Uh… Why are we going to the roof if you're injured like that?" Artemis asked.

"I can manage grappling from this roof to where I left my motorcycle, thanks," Robin smirked.

"Batman lets you ride a motorcycle?" Artemis exclaimed, mindblown.

"Yep," Robin replied, firing a grapple into the next building, and the two swung a few blocks to where a dark red motorcycle was waiting. They quietly got on it, and Robin drove it through Gotham, breaking every speed limit in it.

When they were heading along the winding road towards the hidden entrance to the Batcave, Artemis got the courage to ask Robin a very important question…

"When'd you get it?"

"Get what?" Robin had completely forgotten they were talking about his motorcycle.

"Your bike, Boy Idiot," Artemis snarked back.

"Oh. Bats gave it to me last night. He won't let me drive the Batmobile, so I need some way around Gotham that isn't grappling," Robin replied.

"It's a nice bike," Artemis complemented.

"Thanks."

The rest of the ride back to the Batcave was spent in comfortable silence, and Artemis looked around when they left the road. The drove behind a waterfall, into a large cave with a black car-tank parked on one side and a huge computer on the other.

"Welcime to the Batcave," Robin said quietly, looking a little paler than before. "I bet Alfred's already asleep, I told him to, so just… This way." Robin led her off into a smaller room, in which rested a white bed, and Robin sat on it.

"Okay, medical stuff is in the cupboard- no not that one- yeah," Robin directed Artemis to the right one, and as she was doing that he began pulling off the top half of his uniform, revealing the bloodstains and angrily bleeding gash.

"Robin! You shouldn't have-" Artemis was cut off by Robin.

"Don't mother-hen me, just take care of it!" There was also some pretty bruising on his right side, but Artemis ignored that in favor of cleaning up the knife wound before using some butterfly band-aids to hold it closed. "Okay, I have some civvies in the cupboard next to the one you got the first-aid stuff out of."

"Why don't you get them yourself?" Artemis replied, smirking.

"I'm the injured one," Robin pointed out.

"Pfft. That didn't stop you from grappling and driving a motorcycle," Artemis noted.

"That was necessary!" Robin pouted.

"Fine, Boy Useless. I'll get them," Artemis replied, rolling her eyes.

"Thanks, Artie," Robin called.

"No pro- What did you call me?" Artemis whipped around, glaring at the younger teen.

"You've got nothing on the Batglare," Robin proclaimed.

"Okay, Robbie," Artemis stressed the nickname before turning to grab the civvies –which consisted of a red hoodie, a white tank-top, black skinny jeans, and red converse- and handing Robin the clothes.

"Thanks, now… Turn around?" Robin asked.

"Fine," Artemis sighed and turned around again as Robin changed into the clothes with a few muffled foreign curses until he told her he was decent.

"So, does the Batcave have a Zeta Tube?" Artemis asked. "I need to get back to my mom. It's after midnight, and while I told her I would be out really late, she'll still worry."

"Sure, follow me," Robin replied, slipping off the bed and leading Artemis down a hall until they came to a zeta platform. "The old phone booth in Darking Alley, right?"

"Yeah," she replied, not bothering to ask him how he knew she lived in Gotham.

"Okay, all set!" Robin called out, and she stepped onto the platform.

Recognized: Artemis B07

Artemis slipped out of the zeta platform, back into the Gotham night, and slipped down the alley to shoot a line to her window and climb into it.

Changing into her pajamas, she quickly and quietly slipped down the hall and poked her head into her mom's room. She was asleep, but still in her wheelchair, so Artemis moved her into her bed before slipping back to her room to fall asleep.

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After Artemis was through the zeta, Robin removed his mask, once more becoming Dick Grayson. Slipping up the stairs to the elevator, he rode up it until he slipped out into Bruce's study and tiptoeing through the manor to his room. Changing into his pajamas, he slid under the covers for a moment, having completed his homework during some downtime at the Cave. Closing his eyes, he fell asleep in moments.

Okay, hi. I think this is one I was still writing with Skillet as my music. I've been switching between four albums, Rise, Comatose, Awake, and a random non-Skillet one: Hunger Games: Songs from District 12 and Beyond.