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     Wally’s eyes grew wide as he snorted at her insinuation. She wasn’t exactly wrong, not that the redhead was going to openly admit that to her. “Yeah? I have my shit together, though” he laughed softly. “Kid Messy? It just doesn’t have the same…vibe” Wally shook his head, an amused smirk growing on his face. Not a lot of people still referred to him as Kid Flash in person, not that he minded, of course. Apart from the fact that he had stopped being a kid a long time ago. “Okay, okay-” he rolled his eyes playfully at her sarcasm, shaking his head. “It’s worse when coffee is involved”

She didn’t expect to stand corrected, after all Artemis knew she was right. Though she was slightly thankful Wally had some sense not to hammer the point down (though she shouldn’t have said it in the first place but ya know, sometimes words and thoughts slip). “You and I may have different definitions of ‘together’.” She teased him. Though truthfully this was probably the most ‘together’ as he said, she’d ever seen Wally. “Somehow I like the vibe of a kid being messy than a kid doing that other one.” The smirk on her face was just waiting for him to sputter, it was pretty funny. “Given your normal personality is already very caffeinated, with actual coffee I’m guessing you’d be like...  caffeinated on steroids.” She joked (though it could have been probably in the realm of trueness). 

“So I heard you were interested in Archery?” It’d been a hot minute since she went by Artemis (at least on the field) but her training didn’t let anything loose edge wise. She’d heard about the kid more than once from Dick, and Tim too (vastly different opinions, she noted). He was a bit hard-edged but what could you expect when you were raised by the world’s deadliest assassins in one of the most toxic environments one could imagine. And Artemis, as Sportmaster’s daughter, had plenty of imagination. “I figured the league would have taught you, or is this a ‘getting back to your roots’ sort of thing?” Batman wasn’t totally known for his archery usage, so maybe the kid desired to get back to it after not being subjected to it. Or maybe it was all new to him. Artemis could picture it either way, the League only giving him a sharp sword or teaching him every weapon. They were fucked up like that.

It was a mission made for STEALTH, and Artemis didn’t know anyone stealthier than Cassandra Cain. The girl had stealth trained into her horrifically by the League, and despite it she had prospered and become the hero she is today. The mission was simple. Get the gear (very important, very dangerous, alien gear) to the safe house, IE, Star Labs. It could have been simple if there weren’t so many villain types after it. No one even knew what it did yet and there they want- wanting to take it for themselves, just in case. 

“Ready to get going?” She asked the younger girl. Artemis was in the driver’s seat, and they were using one of ‘The Batman’s’ specially made mobiles. According to the mission briefing Cassandra would know all the special buttons to hit when the baddies were inevitably on their tails. 

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Lucius pressed the towel against the cut on his forehead, turning as he heard footsteps approach. “What are you doing here?” he said, surprised. He pressed the towel more firmly against the cut, huffing softly. “If you don’t mind, I’d prefer some peace and quiet,” he said. “At least give me the opportunity to ascertain if I have a concussion in peace.”

What was it her luck and finding injured men? Could it really be called luck in this instance> Maybe bad luck. Nonetheless Artemis took what the world gave her and made it her own all before, she’d do it again and keep doing it. Be bright, look on the good side, and take it beyond a gran of salt. “Honest mistake,” She told him, honestly. “Kinda got lost, took a wrong turn and here I am. And there you are with what looks like a nasty wound.” She wouldn’t be sugar coating it anytime soon. “What happened?” Wounds like that didn’t normally happen by accident.

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Jax breathed in a sharp breath as he poured some alcohol over a cut on his bicep. “You’d probably end up with a lot less of these if you just switched over to guns instead of the scythe.” He murmured to himself. “But no! Close range weapons are so much cooler.” Mocking himself over the bathroom sink fell a little short when someone walked in there and he lifted his head to look at them. “Hey, don’t mind me. Just trying not to bleed to death.” He said with a smile, finding himself admiring her for a moment. Damn, she was kinda hot… Wait, was he in the wrong bathroom?

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It was funny the kind of things you found in public bathrooms. Usually it was disgusting. Artemis wasn’t quite sure what to call what she found this time. A man bleeding half to death in the woman’s bathroom at the mall. Huh. Not the first time she’d found someone dying but usually she at least knew their name and they intentionally sought her out. This was just an unlucky act. Or well, unlucky for her, lucky for him. Because you couldn’t be a superhero without at least some medical training. “You make a habit of bleeding out in woman’s bathrooms?” She asked, the impulse to joke in the face of blood outstanding (she should work on that maybe. Probably).

 She scooped her gaze over him. Whether he was a villain, hero or civilian she still felt inclined to help him, nonetheless it didn’t hurt to know. He was pretty ripped though. Which pointed towards the super variety. “Offering to call 911 feels redundant,” It wasn’t worth the offer if he wasn’t in the hospital already. “Lucky you, I’m all trained up.” No way would she be mentioning her secret identity, not while she lacked a mask. Instead, Artemis approached the bleeder, taking off her jacket chalantly and pressing it against the wound. “Think you could walk?” She asked. If not she’d make do in the bathroom, probably lock the door. If so, she’d get him to her car where she had an actual first aid kit in. 

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     “I did not get her number, but just for the record, I love messy” Wally grinned. He had never held any interest in anything serious that involved real feelings and it was easier for him to tell himself that he preferred things that way than it was to admit that he had a penchant for picking the wrong people. “I was just making conversation while I waited….you know how I hate waiting” 

“Guess you are what you--” Oh woops, a bit too Rated R for their setting so Artemis caught herself in the words and stopped. “Messy fits you.” She decided to say instead. “In fact they could have called you Kid Messy, and it’d still be fitting as a name.” She joked. “KM.” Artemis mused with a smirk. “Wally West? Not being patient?” She did an over dramatic feign of a gasp. “Who would have guessed? The world is shook by this totally unexpected never before seen development.” 

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“Of course, he is a card cheater his name is Craig” John replied after all if there was anything to go off he just needed to see what was in this apartment given that something in there held magical properties. “Ahh you know my future wife that’s good to know, especially given she still talks about me to others.” He mused before chuckling nodding his head “Thank you kindly given that breaking and entering isn’t really my thing”

“So having the name Craig automatically makes you a card cheater?” Artemis responded with bemusement, a quirk of her brow as she repeated his words. “Future wife?” That was another swing that took her aback. “Is Zatanna aware of that?” She would be happy for them no matter what but wowza, future wife was a serious commitment. “Really? You can’t just magic yourself in and out of places?” She asked. 

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Diana smiled softly as the young woman spoke. “I try to be,” she said. “At times hope can be difficult to bear, when it seems as though it’s for nothing. But I think it is worth it.” She looked over at the young woman. “That is true,” she said. She had the sense of who Artemis was thinking about. “And at times it speaks insidiously even to those who are inherently good people,” she said. “It is a demon in many ways.”

“You’ve succeeded from everything I’d seen.” Not just a leader, but Wonder Woman remained a beacon of hope for all around. All while being someone respectable as well. “I honestly don’t know how you do it.” Artemis confessed. Believing in something bigger than yourself, having faith in the world, she couldn’t imagine such a thing. The only two things she trusted were her own hands. “Worse than demons, even.” Artemis agreed, an almost somber look upon her face. “Demons, you could punch them in their face. Other things aren’t so easy.”

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          Wrapping his fingers along the hilt of the dagger, he pulled the dagger from the spot it had hit in the wall. “Now you insult me after throwing a dagger at my face?” Turning back to face Artemis, he held the edge in her direction. “Let’s try this again. What are you doing in here?”

“It didn’t hit you, did it?” Artemis responded, perhaps a bit more chalant about the subject than she could have been. But Jason was a bat, she knew it wouldn’t be hitting him anytime soon. “We both know it wouldn’t have.” Jason’s skills aside Artemis’s own skills made her an expert in marksmanship, and she aimed so it wouldn’t hit Jason no matter what. “I would never maim Lian’s favorite uncle.” she remarked. “How could I stay her favorite aunt then?”