AN:

This was written for one of my friends on tumblr. It's a short Longshot piece: Artemis is 18 and Roy is 21. Enjoy!

Artemis stepped over the threshold, bow folded and hanging off her belt and hair starting to escape her ponytail. She shut the door of the rundown apartment and sighed, leaning back against the door. She let her body relax for the first time that night, sagging against the doorframe as she waited for inevitable bruises to make themselves known. Sure enough, parts of her body began throbbing and she suppressed an irritated groan. Standing up straight, she made her way to the bedroom, snagging a few aspirins from the kitchen as she went and swallowing them dry.

She entered the room quietly as to not wake the sleeping figure in the bed. Yanking off her vigilante top, she tossed it in the corner and snatched up an oversized t-shirt lying on the ground. She pulled it on; she'd shower first thing in the morning. All she could think of now was sleep. She slipped out of her pants and undid her ponytail, letting her golden locks tumble down her back. She brushed through them with her fingers, yawning, and then walked over to the bed.

Slipping under the sheets, Artemis sighed again, looking at the head of fiery hair next to her. Moonlight filtering through the shadeless window highlighted Roy's face, jaw a bit slack as he slept and hair tousled. She reached out, unable to help herself, and flicked his cheek.

Roy shifted so that he was facing Artemis, grunting a bit. She snickered as his teal eyes opened slowly, looking for whatever had interrupted his slumber. He smiled when he saw her.

"Hey, babe," he said, voice rough with sleep. "Y' said you'd be back by one."

"Mm. Little change of plans. Dick's working a case nearby, thought I'd help out," Artemis said, another yawn escaping as Roy cupped her neck with a calloused hand. She hummed as he ran his nose down her jawline, shivers going up her spine.

"Gross," Roy said, face scrunching as he retreated. "You stink, 'Mis."

"Shuddup," Artemis mumbled, resting her head against his chest, "I'll shower in the morning."

"Yeah yeah, whatever you say," he said, rolling onto his back and closing his eyes as one of his hands massaged the top of Artemis's head. She closed her eyes too, leaning into his touch. She reached up and kissed his lips, relishing his unique taste of smoke* and mint. He returned it just as heartily.

She pulled away first, going back to rest her head against him. "Don't stink so bad now, huh Speedy?"

"Shut up, Crock," he mumbled, already on his way back to sleep again. She snorted, letting it go and settling into a more comfortable position against Roy. She listened, content, as Roy's breathing slowed.

This was her fantasy. For someone to trust her. Someone to talk to. Someone who didn't judge her by her family's choices. Someone she could start over with. And she finally had that someone. She didn't know how, or why, but she had him.

Him. Roy. Her Roy. Roy who always got up late. Roy who left his dirty clothes in the living room. Roy who couldn't cook to save his life. Roy who kissed her and made her feel like she'd start floating. Roy who could be as moody as a PMSing girl. Roy whom she loved to watch during shooting practice, loved the way his eyes hardened as he focused on his target. Roy who loved her.

She'd finally found her wonderland.

*in my head, I see Roy as a smoker, idek why.

Short, I know. This is probably the last yj piece I'll ever write :(