A/N: *takes an awkward step closer, waves sheepishly* h-hello friends. Been quite a while, huh? I'm so sorry! College has just been such a drag and everything's been much more complicated over the last couple of months :/ I really hope this chapter is enough as an apology.

Characters: Wally/Artemis (Spitfire)

Age: 10/11

Summary: Artemis has been told by Dinah for ruining Wally's science project last week she's got to spend a whole day baking cookies and cupcakes with him as a way of saying sorry. Her and King Dork of Dorkland? Spending a whole day together? This can only end in tears.

Strawberry Shortcakes.

"That look may work on your uncle, but I can assure you its not going to work on me, Artemis Lian Crock."

Having a great deal of difficulty with holding back the sudden urge to glare at the older woman and totally ruining her angelic performance, Artemis blinked as she slowly lifted her gaze, making a scene of fluttering her eye-lashes, knowing that usually worked a dream when successfully getting out of the unwanted situations she sometimes put herself in.

Which was pretty much ninety-nine percent of the time.

Her bottom lip trembled. No one could resist that. Oh yeah, she had this thing in the bag. "Please don't make me do this, Dinah." She whispered, sniffing lightly to add the effect as she wrung her hands together. "I'm begging you."

Dinah merely smiled, then shook her head as though she was completely immune to the effects of her charm. "Nothing you can do will change this. Maybe you might learn from this experience for future reference."

She sounds kinda serious. Artemis shook away that diminutive thought and frowned in mock confusion, laying it on thick and shrugged her shoulders in what she hoped looked like complete angelic innocence—if angels had horns and a pointy tail.

"How was I supposed to know that weird looking volcano of exploding candy was his stupid, nerdy little science project?"

"Considering it was on his desk, with a note firmly attached stating the fact it was his, I'd say you knew all too well, young lady."

Her anger finally boiled over with frustration, because, okay, Dinah totally had the right idea and that really annoyed Artemis. She childishly stomped her foot, making a show of asserting refusal as she jutted out her chin and crossed her arms over her chest. "I refuse to spend the whole day with that stupid jerk face loser!"

It was at that moment a loud bell chimmed throughout her uncle's overly large mansion, causing the blonde woman's smile to widen.

"Too late."

Artemis felt her stomach drop when she heard a the loud, annoyingly familiar sound of her arch nemesis winding down the corridor, complaining he was starving and his stomach was in need of serious attention. And she just knew this really was the worst form of punishment in the history of worst punishments.

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The kitchen looked as though a bomb had hit it; cake mixture, along with other tasty treats and concoctions marred every inch of the walls and surfaces. Small flour footprint trails marked the powdered floor from countless accidental spills in the process. A few utensils littered around the overly large room, some strewn uselessly into a pile by the sink practically screaming to be cleaned.

Furiously blowing a lock of blonde hair out of her eyes, Artemis bit her lip in concentration as she rapidly mixed the brownie ingredients around in her large bowl, taking out all her pent up anger out on the sticky, lumpy glob of mess inside. Suddenly the un-baked lump took shape of Wally's head. Flaming red hair and all. She repeatedly stabbed it in its goofy green eyes.

"This is so stupid," she muttered. Not once had she ever been force into enduring something this evil. Heck, she couldn't believe Dinah managed to trick uncle Ollie into going along with it. He spoilt her rotten, and if she didn't want to do something, she didn't have to. Its taken years to wrap him around my little finger! Now she'd have to repeat the same process all over again, because somehow Dinah had destroyed all her hard work, and it would take far too much time than she'd like to restart the process. But, a girl's gotta do what a girls gotta do to survive.

Her eyes wandered around the room, then narrowed in annoyance. "Wally! Stop eating all the friggin' cookie dough, or there'll be none of it left for the cookies, you doofus!" Her voice rose to a higher octave as she near enough screamed at him.

"But I'm hungry, Arty!" He whined, a pout on his lips. Artemis grit her teeth when she heard Dinah's singsong voice drift into the room and encouraged the speedster, saying he could have whatever he wanted. With a delighted grin, he began scooping out handfuls of the cookie mixture and stuffing it back into his mouth. She made a mental note to give uncle Ollie the silent treatment for a whole week in return of what he'd made her put up with for a whole day.

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"Sing it! Sing it!"

"I'm not singing that stupid song, Wally, and you can't make me."

"Fine then. I'm telling Dinah."

"—Wait!" Artemis yelled just as he reached the door, and he spun around, a smug smile etched onto his face. Something she was itching to scratch clean off with her claws. But instead of acting on her animalistic fury and satisfying the burning need to rip him apart, her shoulders slumped in defeat. "Okay, you win. I. . .I'll sing the stupid song."

Clearing her throat, she avoided his gaze, toying with the dark green material of the stupid baking apron he forced her to put on. "You're my honeybunch, sugarplum, pumpy-umpy-umpkin," A choked sob cut through her mumbled singing, and she barely refrained from stabbing the young speedster in his eye with the blunt knife on the counter beside her.

I could always burn his body afterwards. Get rid of the evidence. She slid her gaze towards the oven where their chocolate fudge brownies were slowly cooking, debating whether or not she'd manage to stuff Wally inside like Gretel did with the big ugly witch instead. Although he was much bigger than she, and Artemis was sure she'd never get that fat butt of his through, anyway.

Each word may have been meant for loving and tender endearment, but it might as well have been acid with the way she spat them out in distaste. "You're my sweetie pie, you're my cuppycake, gumdrop, snoogums-boogums, you're the apple of my eye—"

Halfway through her mental torture, a loud snort broke her off she paused, a red hue staining her cheeks. Wally, quite literally, burst into laughter as he crashed onto his knees, both hands clutching his stomach. Her embarrassment mixed with a sudden stab of anger when he peered up at her for a split second through one eye, only to break into another burst of giggles.

Marching up to him, furious when she saw tears of joy sliding down his chubby freckled cheeks, Artemis kicked him hard in the stomach, satisfied with the groan of pain she received in return. "Jerk!"

"Oh my Glob," he said in-between splutters, reaching into the pocket of his dark jeans. "Sing it again!"

She bared her teeth, glaring at him when she saw him pull out his crappy little cell phone. How comes he gets a cell phone?"I don't think so, booger brains."

"What are you, four?" He snorted, slipping it back into his pocket. "Relax, Arty. I'm not that evil."

The smirk he wore only grated on her nerves. She was in desperate need of a nice hot mug of cocoa with big fluffy clouds of marshmallows, and a nice kick-butt movie to top it off. Narrowing her eyes, Artemis spoke as calmly as she possibly could through clenched teeth, "I will hunt you down, and murder you in your sleep with my bare hands if you tell anyone about this. Got it?"

He wiped a fake tear. "Aww, but that was truly precious, Arty. It made me feel all warm and gooey inside."

"I hate you."

"Feelings mutual. You shouldn't have destroyed my science project and I wouldn't have to be here." Wally whizzed around her and began licking off the cake mix covering the wooden spoon left on the side. "You bought this all on yourself, sugar."

Ripping it out of his mouth, she scowled when he winked at her. "Don't. Call me sugar."

"How 'bout 'honey'? 'Cupcake?'"

Artemis let out a frustrated scream as she barged him out of the way, and wrenched opened the oven door. Yanking on her baking mitts, she brought out the fudge brownies and slammed the steaming hot tray onto the counter. The smell was heavenly; her mouth practically watering in anticipation.

A freckled hand reached out for one of the chunky rectangles, and she batted it away hard. "You touch, and you die. Capiche?"

"You got it, honey."

Artemis closed her eyes, hands twitching by her sides, and focused on her breathing using a technique Dinah taught her to keep her anger in check. I will not give him what he wants and react. I will not react and tear out his throat. She repeated to herself. It wasn't exactly working as well as she'd hoped. So instead, she envisioned tying him up to a rocket and launching his freckly butt into space. Yeah, she totally liked that idea better.

Once Artemis had carefully laid out each and every one of her delicious concoctions onto a large plate, albeit begrudgingly, she stood next to the young speedster as he took a seat at the kitchen island and reached out for one of the jumbo-sized chocolate chip cookies. Somehow, Wally managed to scoff the entire thing down in one bite. How is that even possible? Artemis didn't know, but she'd just witnessed it firsthand.

"Close your mouth, Arty, or you'll catch flies."

Her surprised awe dimmered into anger as she did what he said, glaring at his goofy grin. Stupid, stupid, stupid—

To her utter surprise—he was doing a lot of that—Wally thrust a gooey brownie into her face, just inches before her mouth. "Have it." She must have shown a lot of what she was thinking because he sighed, rolling his eyes, and shook it once again. "You made them for me—so its only fair. 'Sides, you look like one of those lost little puppies begging for food."

Oh, she did, did she? Well, this 'puppy' was about to turn into a rabid wolf and sink her teeth into his scrawny neck if he didn't watch what he was saying. He gave Artemis a self-satisfied smirk when she finally snatched it out of his hands and nibbled at the sides cautiously. After all, this was Wally, and he'd just given her food. Willingly. Food was like, a religion or something to the doofus. Therefore she had every reason to believe he'd secretly flicked a boogar on to it or done something equally as gross.

After a long moment of silence, the young speedster did another thing that completely threw her; he turned to her, wiped his palm against his shirt before holding it out to her. "Frenemies?"

Staring up at his bright green eyes, Artemis waited for any sign of betrayal or maliceness to cross his face, but found nothing. She matched his easy-going smile and shook his hand. Her mouth curved into a grin when his face began to resemble a tomato as he awkwardly pulled away, rubbing his neck.

Frenemies, she thought, her smile turning wicked as she imagined the taste of her sweet revenge. For now.

E/N: If any of you guys have some prompts or specific pairings you'd prefer to see in the next chapter, send me a message or leave it in the reviews and I'll try my best to make it exceed your expectations! It'd also really help me out with having more stuff to upload. (Hyper-Blossom Z: I'm definitely uploading a one-shot of Zatanna and Artemis for the next chapter, because I love them so much. Just finishing it now for you, pal :)

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