Double Doubles

Eek, four more days!

What's stupid is that this doesn't even have tennis in it, just mentions... lol. And I apologize for the shortness... Four is evil.

"No way, Rob and I are way better than you two!" Wally argued, waving Artemis and Rocket off with a flippant jerk of the hand. Artemis scoffed.

"Unless you're the ball boy, you couldn't beat anyone!"

"Oh yea, and what are you gonna do? Shoot the tennis balls with arrows? Sorry, but you'd only get angry coaches that way, beauti— blondie," he finished with a cough.

Artemis was tempted to call him out on that mistake, but Raquel interrupted.

"And what are you gonna do— run circles around us until ya trip on a tennis ball?"

Artemis purposely failed to stifle a laugh as Wally scowled at her. Even Robin snorted at the remark.

"You gotta admit that's a good one, KF," he said, holding his hands up in mock surrender.

"You trip once over a little trash and fall on a plate of cupcakes and the only witness somehow manages to make everyone hold it against you!" the red head exclaimed in frustration. "I'm looking at you, Arty," he finished with a glare.

"Aw, poor baby," she said with a mocking pout. "I wasn't the one that tripped. And knowing you, you'd probably trip again if you even attempted to play tennis. Over air this time."

"Is that a challenge?"

"One that you're destined to fail."

"Yea, destined to fail at losing!"

Raquel interrupted. "And how exactly does that make sense?"

"Don't question Wally," Robin warned.

"Thank you!"

"You'll only get a headache from the stupid explanation he pulls from thin air."

"Dude! Whose team are you on?"

"I think I may want to be on Artemis' team."

"Hah!" the blonde exclaimed victoriously. "Even your best friend would rather be on my team, Baywatch."

"What? Come on, Rob, I need you!" Wally grabbed the Boy Wonder by the shoulders and shook him violently. "We can't let that harpy win! Help a bro out, Rob; I BEG YOU."

Looking rather annoyed, Robin pulled himself out of Wally's grip, fixing the glasses that were knocked askew when Wally shook him.

"Dude, personal space. Please."

"Wally, no one's gonna want a hysterical speedster on their tennis team," Raquel quipped with a badly stifled giggle.

Wally pouted childishly. "Yea, well... I could probably beat you guys three to one!"

"Tennis doesn't work that way, Wally," Artemis deadpanned.

Wally ignored her and continued his tirade. "I'd be able to score five goals before you guys could even blink, and you guys would lose with nothing," he bragged.

"We'd have love," Artemis corrected, before realizing how that may have sounded and changed it before a Boy Wonder decided to tease her and a flustered speedster. "I mean— having no points in tennis is called love," she said in a kind of stuttered word vomit.

Robin smirked, but said nothing.

"You don't even know the right terms for anything, yet you say you could beat three others alone?" Raquel scoffed. "Boy, you sure are cocky."

Wally opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted.

"Hey, are you kids gonna play in this court or not?" a man in his twenties asked, looking at them expectantly.

The teenagers shook their heads and awkwardly shuffled off the court.

"Thanks a lot, Wally and Artemis," Robin commented. "We didn't get to play anything because of your constant bickering. When are you two just gonna make up and make out? Jeez!"

When Wally and Artemis registered what exactly the Boy Wonder had said, he had already done his ninja thing and was gone.

Ugh. This is horrible. And pointless and plotless and senseless. I'm so sorry. Four is EVIL. I SWEAR.