A fill for a YJ Anon Meme prompt.

"Rob/Art
16/18
Artemis has it bad for Dick Grayson. It took her a year to come to terms with it. And not one to shy away from her feelings, Art asks Dick straight out to be her prom date.
Established friendship, optional.
SOMEONE PLEASE MAKE IT HAPPEN! ;_; There aren't many Rob/Art fics out (understatement). I need this fix relieved somehow!"

Let me state that craving, little anon. Hurrr.

Shoot Straight for the Heart
Artemis

"Sorry, Megan, love to, but can't," Artemis said callously, giving the Martain a small flick of the wrist. She ignored how the girl's face fell, one second glowing with anticipation, the next, utterly crestfallen. Well, the archer thought, she had other plans for the weekend, and Megan's constant pleas for sisterly attention was starting to get to her.

"Oh," the other girl turned her face away, absently tucking her shiny red hair behind an ear, lips pressed together unhappily. Clearly, she was disappointed. Artemis, however, felt no compunction for grinding her teammate's plan into the dust. Her heart fluttered faintly in her chest at the thought of her alternative agenda. Still avoiding Artemis' hard gaze, the alien girl said vaguely, "Well maybe Superboy will join me at the mall."

Hiding a snort, Artemis crossed her arms, still awestruck by how utterly naive Miss Martian could be. "I don't think that's up his alley," she replied ruthlessly. Then, feeling a twinge of sympathy at Megan's wince, she added quickly, "Besides, isn't Canary taking him for a sidealong mission?" Artemis' wasn't making excuses. In lieu of Superman, Black Canary had made it a personal goal to be a mentor figure for the clone. The exceedingly handsome, brooding, muscled hunk of clone. Artemis still held a fragile hope that his piercing blue eyes might unglue themselves from Megan for a moment and glance her way instead. Maybe that was why Artemis got so snippy with her fellow female fighter half the time. But, as of yet, her bluntness with the Martian hadn't made Conner turn her way, so maybe she'd try and tone down her hostility toward the alien.
Megan finally looked at Artemis again, sincere hope in her amber eyes. "Do you think Wally might want to come? Or Robin?"

Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, Artemis supposed she should've been thankful that Megan had the sense not to ask about Kaldur. He was spending a great deal of time back in Atlantis whenever he had spare time. Judging from the contented tiredness that seemed omni-present in the former leader's eyes, Artemis would hazard a guess that he had found himself a girlfriend. After all, only a girl could make a guy look that happy.

Wally, so far as she knew, was still avidly avoiding Mount Justice, so that saved him from an excursion to the mall with M'Gann.

The thought of the speedster's willing absence irritated the archer.

He was being stupid (well stupider). Why? Artemis couldn't quite say. They had finally settled into each other's company, even enjoying a few casual, borderline playful conversations together. But maybe it was too much to hope that they could've been friends, because, suddenly, after one of their more personal conversations, Wally had started ducking out whenever she entered a room.

She, naturally, had tried to head-on confront the slippery little speedster, but as luck would have it, he had superspeed, and thus, was a difficult boy to catch. So, they remained in this awkward stage of something that resembled the post break up phase. Not that they were ever romantic. He was too... scatterbrained, and by that, she meant, he never used his brain and liked to scatter his flirtatious wiles to any girl who happened to be passing his line of sight.

Then there was Robin, the current leader of Young Justice. The acrobat had really spurted up since the first time she met him. Quite attractive, but as secretive as ever. Sometimes it drove her crazy. His veiled hints and cryptic words left her irritated and wanting to shoot something.

Still, they had a good relationship. He was her Acrobat-friend and she was his Archer-friend. Afriends. They'd touched on some uncomfortable topics, trusting each other with a few tidbits of intimate knowledge. And just like when he had advised her on how to improve her relationship with Wally (he was the speedster's best bro, so Robin was extremely knowledgeable on the quirks and tics of the redheaded superhero), she had advised him on how to befriend Batgirl. The newest member of the Batfamily had left quite a negative impression on the Boy Wonder, but he had soldiered on and no one was none the wiser that Robin's sudden change in attitude toward the Batgirl was due to Artemis' careful aid.

They were close. Comfortably close.

A trip to the mall was definitely not in Robin's M.O., not even with his newly discovered raging hormones that might've convinced him otherwise. She shook her head, silky hair brushing the exposed small of her back, saying simply, "I don't thi-"

"My Batman senses are tingling," a voice announced.

Artemis and Megan both turned around, searching for the source such a pleasing voice. Passing through the doorway into the kitchen, Robin danced in. Danced really wasn't the right word, Artemis thought vaguely, giving Robin an unimpressed look, but that boy can move. She was definitely admiring his tousled head of jet black hair and his slim acrobat's physique from behind her hooded stare.

"Hello, Robin!" Megan greeted enthusiastically. Robin responded in kind.

"You wish you were Batman, Twerp," the archer shot at him, watching him lean up on the counter.
His grin was easy, but there was a mild adoration behind the expression. Common knowledge: Robin was insanely loyal to Batman. Far closer to his mentor than Artemis was to Green Arrow, but not as... comfortable (for want of a better word) as the two Flash's partnership. Nonetheless, the dark-haired sixteen year old obviously held Batman in some kind of god status, but without the 'god-fearing' perception that most of Gotham's lowlifes held. "I can have hopes, can't I, Afriend," his lips twitched into a wider smile. "And I'm taller than you, so if anyone's a twerp here, it'd be the pretty blonde girl giving me the death glare."

Artemis rolled her eyes. Megan took the brief silence to launch her proposal at the Boy Wonder. "Robin, if you're not doing anything this weekend, I'd-" she began, eyes shining. Artemis again, repressed a snort. Whoever had introduced Megan to the mall was the biggest dweeb of all time. Oh wait, that made Artemis the biggest dweeb of all time. She sighed internally. At the time, taking Megan to the mall had seem harmless. But it had turned into something of a rampaging addiction.

"Sorry, Miss M," Robin cut in gently, his voice, once a high-pitched annoying squeak, had lowered a few sonorous octaves. He reached out and patted her arm. Friendly, light. Slightly guarded. "I've already got plans this weekend."

"Oh," Megan wilted again, and, unlike the archer, Robin seemed a little guilty.

"Next, next weekend I'm open," Robin suggested. Artemis bristled unconsciously, then relaxed. She had been sitting on a coupon for laser tag for the past two weeks. In Wally's absence, Artemis had been toying with asking the Boy Wonder instead. Superboy would've been her first pick, but she doubted he'd be able to catch on before their round was up. Robin would be much more of a challenge and a pleasure to beat. Maybe she'd ask him next, next, next weekend.
Megan smiled brightly, honestly uplifted by the idea of hanging out with her friends. Artemis relented somewhat, agreeing briefly with the popular opinion that the Martian girl was (sometimes) the sweetest thing.

A curl of smoke wafted through the air. Robin and Artemis instinctively looked to Megan. The green girl straightened, then hurried to the smoking oven.

While the alien was busy, Artemis jerked her head toward the exit. Robin nodded. Megan was sweet, but there was a limit on how much the archer could handle before she got a toothache. Striding away, she was glad when the Boy Wonder glided in beside her. Playfully, she bumped her hip into his, catching him offguard, a rare victory.

"So, what're you doing this weekend?" she asked, smirking as he rubbed his smarting hip. "The Bat want to perform the old Dynamic Duo routine?"

"Naturally, naturally," Robin said, giving her a sidelong glance. His lips twisted into a crooked smile. His coy expression meant he was lying, or he was plotting revenge.

"Well, see you next week then, Afriend," she said, entering the Zeta-Beam teleporter. There was a hum, a flash of bright light, then she was gone.

Later, at her small Gotham apartment, as she sat recalibrating her gear, she found herself thinking she'd trade her incendiary arrows for a one of Cupid's. Because tomorrow at school, she was going to ask that little shit, Grayson-Wayne to the Senior Prom.

Am I horrible for betraying canon and my favorite couple? Well, it hurts so good. Imeanwhat? It's late. So. My reasons for writing this? I wanted practice, my muse was flowing, and I like this couple. The fact that my strongest suits are Robin and Artemis has absolutely nothing to do with it. :P

Edited; some minor grammar issues, semantics, and bumped up Dick to a junior instead of a sophomore.