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Wally POV

Batman informed the team and me of Artemis' background. I watched my teammates faces go from shocked, to angry and then finally to sad as he explained the situation and what the Shadows wanted from her. He didn't spend long debriefing us, only said that we all performed poorly on the mission. It didn't matter, nothing he could say could be worse than what we were saying to ourselves. Before leaving the cave he told us not to look for her, her case was now a League priority. That didn't matter either; I was still going to look for her. I would need the rest of the Team's help to do this, though.

"We're going to find her right?" I ask desperately searching my teammate's eyes.

They can't possibly be considering leaving her with the shadows or for the League to find. Even if she hadn't been exactly honest with us, she had her reasons. After the welcome I gave her on her first day it's not all that surprising. She probably thought we wouldn't accept her if we knew the truth about her relations and her past.

Back then I certainly wouldn't have. If she had told me that her father was Sportsmaster, her sister was Cheshire, her mother used to be Huntress and that she was trained to be an assassin I would have freaked out, told her to get the hell away from us.

Things are different now though. I know her. She isn't the mole, or a killer no matter how it looks. Batman's word proves that. Still it would have been nice for her to tell at least me the truth. Did she still not trust me? I trusted her.

We stand together in the living room. Everyone is tense and on edge, they're lost in their own thoughts. Tears are leaking from M'gann's eyes and Superoy has an arm wrapped protectively around her. Robin seems quiet, withdrawn not his usual energetic self, Kaldur seems calm but below the surface you can see he is upset, quick to blame himself for the missions events. My emotions are clear to everyone but I don't care. Unlike in the training simulation I can save Artemis, that's all I should be focusing on right now. But I can't, I'm imagining what they could be doing to her and what I should have done differently, I barely hear Kaldur's reply.

"Of course, rescuing Artemis is our top priority. However her location will be hard to determine." Kaldur is trying to placate me but failing due to the barely concealed worry that laces his voice.

"That's not good enough! We need to find her!" I'm vibrating on the spot; the sense of Déjà vu is overwhelming. I need to do something, anything. Just standing here is torturous.

"Hey, calm down, we will find her, but to do that we need to think clearly. Why don't you take a break?" Rob says putting his hand on my shoulder. He has managed to control his emotions, but I've never been good at that.

"No! You need my help!"

"No, we don't." Superboy says flatly, his arms now crossed over his chest.

Kaldur sends Superboy a look.

"At the moment you're too emotional to be objective, we all care about Artemis but being angry won't solve anything, take some time to calm down." Kaldur's tone leaves no room for argument.

I slump a bit and nod.

"Tell me if you find anything." I say and walk away. It's true; I'm no help to them like this. My emotions are frazzled; I can't focus.

Artemis' safety consumes my mind.

I find myself in front of the Souvenir shelf. Artemis' bow, lies on it, broken in half. I'm tempted to take it off the shelf, which had until now been filled with happy memorabilia, but that would be pretending that the mission never happened. So I leave it and the broken bow lies on the shelf, cold with neglect, alone.

Artemis POV

Days pass slowly. Most days the room is pitch black, the shutters on the one window have been closed to keep out the light. I don't remember that happening. No one enters; a plate of food is pushed through a flap in the door, barely big enough for my hand to squeeze through. I can feel the constant darkness and my complete isolation slowly eat at my mind.

I don't know how much longer I can last. I thought I was a brave, strong, stubborn even but if I ever was, that girl is now gone. I was so arrogant; I thought I would just say no and that would be the end of it. Don't get me wrong I was scared, but I had this stupid belief that I would be able to overcome whatever they threw at me. I knew there would be pain but I thought because of my training I'd be able to deal with it.

There is no training that will prepare any sane person for these things. Waking up to room that's floor is flooded with blood. The pitch black concealed it until I stepped out of my bed and slipped in it, falling to the floor. I'm not sure how long I lay on the wood the sticky red substance covering my body. Its coppery smell still makes my stomach churn as it lingers in the room. Or worse having the smoke of burning human flesh filter through the air vents. Ash particles swirling through the air and getting caught in my throat. Particles that once made up a person.

Some of the tortures are easier to bear than others. Going without water is hard, they haven't given me anything to drink for all the time I have been here, time stopped meaning anything after the first ten or so hours in complete darkness. But it is not impossible, I can ignore thirst, it makes me weak and light headed but I can ignore it.

I cannot ignore my father's voice asking the same question every time;

"Have you changed your mind yet, baby girl? Will you join us?"

Or the bang of a gunshot that shatters the cold silence after I say no. Another death on my conscience, more blood on my already crimson hands. I'm almost glad I can't see their faces; it makes it harder for them to haunt my dreams.

The worst bit though is the memories. I am constantly blinded with intense flashbacks that leave me struggling to breathe. Memories of a large training room filled with training dummies that hang from the ceiling and that are stacked around the room. Memories of a room holding different weapons, that each looks more dangerous than the one before. Memories of a strict harsh voice, commanding and instructing. Memorise of chalked, calloused hands and ragged breaths after training sessions. The smell of oak and sweat, the feel of a harsh instructor's gaze watching me at all times and the taste of blood in my mouth from when I have to bite my tongue to stop myself from screaming out in frustration. It all comes back in jagged pieces, which rip through my mind and give me a pounding headache. I'm left sweating and gasping for breath with my heart pounding and my muscles tense.

After what seems like forever things change, I wake up to a cup of water on the ground beside my bed, just touching my fingertips. I gulp it down quickly and freeze, wincing, I'm fine but it could easily have contained potassium cyanide, I'm growing, reckless and forgetful. I need to remain focused.

The door to my room squeaks open quietly and my nerves are on edge. I hear soft footsteps coming towards me, I can't see them and there is nowhere to run. I cringe when I feel a large hand grip my forearm and drag me towards them, but dehydration has left me too weak to fight them. The person ties a thick blind fold around my eyes and pulls me roughly from my room. Even with the blind fold the light burns my eyes. That's the least of my worries though. There's a sick feeling in my stomach, Ra's must have grown tired waiting for the psychological tortures to work, and he's decided to speed things up.

Wally POV

A week has past; the Shadows have been very good at hiding their tracks. With each passing day I lose hope that we will ever find her and that if we do track the shadows down, we'll be too late.

Batman believes they won't hurt her as long as they can use her, but knowing Artemis, she'll say something snarky and insulting and they'll lose their patience. I'm running out of patience. I'm tempted to just start running around the world until I find her.

It's lucky that I don't take off though because I get a call from Robin.

"We've found the Shadows base, it's in Nepal, locals reported smelling strange smelling smoke coming from the forests on one of the mountains that surround their village."

"You're certain she's there?" I ask desperately waiting for his reply.

"They also reported seeing a helicopter fly to the same forest about a week ago; so far it's the only lead we've got." His voice is detached clinical; there is no happiness or hope in it.

Because even if she is there, this nightmare is far from over.

A/N: I know this took a while and I apologise for that. I'm not sure how happy I am with it, especially the Artemis bit. Points to anyone who can tell me what mental disorder Artemis shows signs of. Sorry for the lack of action and if the torture scene seems a bit anticlimactic, it is a T story and I didn't want to offend anyone. Half yearly exams start soon so I might be late uploading again. Sorry. Wow I swear half of this was apologising. Thanks to everyone who reviewed last chapter, I really appreciate it and everyone who reads each chapter, you're awesome too. Love you all.