Robin was spending his time with Batman, in New York, trying to ease the level of crime there,

Superboy was visiting Superman's parents, Superman was finally softening with his clone,

Auqalad was spending his vacation training with his king in Atlanta.

Megan had traveled back to Mars with Martian Manhunter for a visit,

and Flash was investigating a crime scene outside of the country.

No one was at the cave, except me,

and Kid Idiot.

I was stuck with Kid Mouth for 3 weeks at the cave.

He has actually been OK the past few days, and the time with him was actually pleasant.

But I would never admit that.

As much as I was growing a crush on the boy, I'd never admit it.

This morning as I was settling down with my breakfast on the couch, ready to watch some T.V, he walked up to me, a piece of half eaten toast in one hand, and an energy bar in the other, and innocently asked if I wanted to train with him. His exact words were,

"Pleasssssssseeeeeee Arty? I'm so bored!"

And to be honest, I was really bored.

So I said yes.

Someone to work off my irritation on.

So it's 4:00P.M, and I'm walking past grey hallways and room's with each team member's name on it, slowly making my way to the training room, trying to savoir my anger so maybe, maybe just once I'll beat him.

I walked into the training room and saw him, standing there waiting for me, the slightly evil gaze back in his eyes.

As I step onto the computerized platform, he jumps into his ready stance.

It was kinda cute.

"You ready?" He asked.

"Ready to kick your ass."

He grinned. "Go."

Then he is gone. Only a whip of wind.

I look all around, is this some kind of joke?

The there is a tap on my shoulder, I jump around, but no one is there, another tap, still no one there, another tap, and I realize that he's playing with me. No one, not even Robin, can play with me.

I narrow my eyes, and two minutes later all my arrows but the three that I can't use on speedsters are gone, embedded in walls, on the floor, and even on the celling. Where ever I see that stupid yellow blur.

. But I'm not thinking about that, I must win this one!

I grab the arrow and shoot.

It meets the target.

But then I realize...

What have I done?

The yellow blur that had been tormenting me for the past 30 minutes froze a couple feet in front of me. His bright red hair was windblown and messy, his chest heaving slightly. He stood rigid, in a half defensive stance, his vibrant green eyes wide with shock. A dark green arrow stuck out of his shoulder, buried in deep. It had a red tip, the one I wasn't ever supposed to use on speedsters unless it was a dire emergency or the enemy I was facing was a speedster.

Blood began to drip down from the wound, running down Wally's arm, staining his bright yellow spandex sleeve. He makes a soft grunting noise, his gaze falling to the arrow embedded in his shoulder. My hands fly to my mouth, a strangled choking noise escaping my lips.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" I cried, shaking my head, fear twisting in my gut. I had never actually seen what the arrow did to a speedster, but I knew that it was bad, and 1 was enough to nearly kill one. Wally fixed me with a strange look.

"Hey, it's ok, it wasn't your f-" He trailed off, his eyebrows scrunching up. He looked back down to his arm and suddenly began to claw at it. His breathing quickened, and his eyes widened. He looked back up at me, beginning to shake.

"W-what was that?" He whispered, fear in his voice. His trembling increased. I sprang into action, jumping foreward and gripping him firmly by the wrists.

"We need to get that out of you NOW!" I yelled, panic in my voice, but I controlled it.

"Artemis, what is that?" He asked, his voice getting higher.

"I'm sorry." Was all I said as I began to lead him into the medical bay.