"Who are we?" She asked. "We're not the League, our Team is gone - we never even got a name."

He smiled. "We're just us."

This story is a complete rewrite of She Can Get It, a college AU story I started before I was even in college.

AU information:

Artemis, Zatanna and Megan are in college together. There is no season one team. Arty is a freelance vigilante running from her past and secretly teaming up with a newcomer with a trigger finger, the Red Hood. Zatanna is in the League. Wally and Dick are on a Covert Ops Team with Kaldur, Conner, and M'gann as well as Cassie, Tim and Jaime.

Artemis knows Dick, Tim, Zee and Megan's identities but she doesn't know anyone else's. And then Dick knows who everybody is and Wally knows about Artemis.

Our story starts with just a snippet of a party, concerning two teenagers - one all too aware of her and one blissfully ignorant to him

They say it all comes down to the person you look for in a crowded room but he didn't even know he was looking for her until he saw her and suddenly he couldn't see anyone else.

Tim was standing beside Dick by the bar, hastily filling plastic red solo cups with beer for boisterous and impatient college students when she walked in. His brothers often paid him to man the bar when they threw these parties - despite the fact that he was still in high school. They knew there was nothing to worry about - there was no way the straight as an arrow youngest ward of Bruce Wayne would do anything as detrimental to his health and mental capacity as drinking alcohol - especially since his brain isn't yet fully developed. Not that it ever stopped Jason and Dick.

Bruce Wayne was on an extended business trip - which was code for Batman is on a mission for an unforeseeable amount of time off world. It took Dick two weeks of begging, bargaining but mostly whining to get Alfred to agree to a party.

The old man pulled a Pontius Pilate when he finally gave in to the constant nagging of Dick and Jason. He "washed his hands" of the situation so to say and locked himself in his quarters for the night. Although he told the boys he would take no responsibility for any damages or messes that would without a doubt be made that night, they all knew that starting tomorrow morning Albert would likely have half of the manor already cleaned before the boys even woke up.

"The poor schmuck just can't help himself," Jason had proclaimed earlier that morning as he hauled the second keg into the manor, Dick close behind with the third. "We just wants his little Dicky to be happy."

Jason played the bitter card well, and no one could really blame him. He had died, after all. He lost his spot as Robin and it took awhile for him to take a liking to Tim because of it, but he seemed to be doing alright. A new vigilante had hit the streets, and Tim was only partly convinced it wasn't Jason.

Tim handed Babs her seventh beer in the last two hours, "I'm going to have to cut you off soon."

The ginger laughed, "you couldn't stop me if you tried." She squeezed his cheek with her free hand affectionately, like an estranged aunt does to her unwilling nephews after not seeing them for years.

It was as the ebony haired boy pulled away from her grasp did he see her. His vision zeroed in on her and suddenly the rest of the world went out of focus.

Her blonde hair was pulled in a messy high ponytail that was hazardly off-centered. She was wearing a black sleeveless dri-fit shirt, bright blue athletic shorts (always rolled up at the waist just once) and her favorite pair of black Nike tennis shoes. Her light mascara and work-out attire was a clear indication that she had no intention of staying for longer than absolutely necessary - which was odd considering the Amazon had a reputation for being a bit of a party girl when she wanted. Regardless, as far as Tim was concerned Cassandra Sandsmark was the most beautiful girl in the room overflowing with drunk, done-up college kids.

Babs followed his line of vision across the room and laughed. "She doesn't know who you are right now, Robin," she whispered his name with a wink. "If she sees you staring too long she'll probably kick your ass. You know how they are. Amazons." She motioned in a dramatic manner, turning back to the bar and discretely topping off her beer. Tim would have chastised her for using his hero alias in public but he was too distracted.

"Yeah. Amazons."

Robin - the genius detective apprentice to Batman - was stoic and put together. He was smart, observant and relatively quiet - minus the occasional sarcastic quip or piece of information from the ridiculous wealth of knowledge he had floating around his brain. He was perfectly capable of holding himself together when Wonder Girl was around - on the outside. Robin was her friend, her teammate. But Tim? Tim was a hormonal 16 year-old high school junior who's pants got a little tighter down there whenever he thought about Cassie Sandsmark and her well-defined legs for too long.

The mass of belligerent people that had invaded his home quickly began to overpower him and he found himself wishing for more room to breathe.

She hadn't seen him yet. Cassie stared down at her phone angrily. The music was too loud, the house was too crowded and the air was too hot. This was the last time she answered drunk phone calls from her friends she swore to herself. Although she knew it was useless to promise herself those sorts of things. She couldn't help but come to the rescue when a drunk teammate called her - no matter how late. Sometimes she didn't understand why they insisted on calling her. Most of the zeta tubes were relatively close to all of their homes. "Rookie Initiation" they had called it but she was sure it had less to do with "initiation" and more to do with not being able to walk in a straight line.

She tapped impatiently at her phone. The regular "ray of sunshine" personality she had was no match for her angrier and irritated side. She had gotten into a fight with Robin earlier that day during a mission and since then nothing seemed to be going right for her. Diana even cancelled patrol with her so the young blonde took her frustration out at the gym - that is until she got the drunk texts from M'gann.

Where are you? Cassie sent for seemingly the hundredth time. Someone bumped into her from behind, sending her phone flying forward and onto the marble floor.

"Watch it!" A girl spat at her before turning and giving all of her attention to the boy in front of her.

Cassie took a deep breath and mentally counted to five. If she didn't find Zatanna and M'gann soon she was going to have to hit something - or someone. She scanned the marble floor for her phone, looking helplessly through the feet of hot and bothered young adults as they rubbed themselves against each other and slammed their against the ground feet like elephants. Not that Cassie could really condemn them - if it wasn't for her responsibility of getting her teammates home safe she'd been known to let loose and it wouldn't be all too out of character for her to be playing a drinking game alongside them. In fact it wouldn't be out of character for her to be destroying everyone in said drinking game at all.

Maybe that's really why she was angry. She didn't expect to be invited to a college party to, well, party. But she wouldn't have said no if she was. Cassie wasn't entirely vain, but she would have at least changed out of her athletic shorts if she knew she would be staying a while.

"Great," she sighed. Her phone lay a couple feet before her - face down. Never a good sign. "Please be okay - please be okay." She chanted as she knelt over to pick it up but someone beat her to it. A handsome man with black hair stood up, holding out her phone to her and giving her a winning smile.

"Dick Grayson," his baby blues caught Cassie's but what really got her by surprise was the lopsided grin on his face. Something about it looked familiar.

"Thanks," she frowned taking her unscathed phone from his hand. She examined it for a moment - no new texts - before slipping it into the waistband of her shorts. "Have I - met you before?"

The man laughed, "you might have heard of my father. Bruce Wayne? Owner of this fine, humble abode."

Cassie nodded enthusiastically, gaining sudden energy she didn't know she had. "The Bruce Wayne? Like, of Wayne Enterprises Bruce Wayne? The same Bruce Wayne who donated one million dollars to the Sanisera Archaeology Institute? The same Bruce Wayne who hosts the World Cancer Awareness Gala every year? The same-"

"You seem to know a lot about my father, should I be concerned?" He winked at her and she flushed pink.

"My mom runs the Sanisera Archaeology Institute," she said. "I'm a pretty big fan of his philanthropic work. Wait." The blonde cut herself off. This was no time to fangirl, she had drunk friends to rescue. "This is your house then?"

"You would be correct, nice detective work." Dick motioned to the bar, "my younger brother is just over there-"

"That's great," she scanned the crowd, completely glazing over the bar. "I need to find my friends. They said they knew the owner but I didn't really make the connection that the owner would be Bruce Wayne?"

Dick licked his lips, "well I'm sure they do. But do I know them - that's the question."

Cassie rolled her eyes, that sudden burst of energy she had felt was quickly draining as he started to tease her. She tended to be the 'light, friendly and airy' one but this girl was on a mission. This was no time to be distracted by tall, dark and strikingly handsome wards of billionaires. "Zatanna Zatara and Megan Morse?"

The ebony-haired boy pretended to think for a moment. "Oh yes! I saw them earlier. I'll take you right to them. First let's stop by the bar and I'll grab you a drink -"

"No, that's alright. Driving! Thanks!" Cassie tried to match his smile, "I've really gotta find my friends." She couldn't let anything get in the way of her mission; she had had a hard enough time resisting the rage cage table she had passed on the way in.

Dick shrugged, "alright. Suit yourself." And with one last glance and shrug to the bar - to his brother she assumed - he led the blonde out of the room towards the back balcony where her friends were entertaining a group of drooling boys with their magic tricks.

Tim dropped his head onto the bar countertop with a thud.

"It's alright, little bird," Babs patted the boy's head, pushing his hair into awkward angles and out of the neat style he had perfected that morning. His shorter, uniform hair was a drastic contrast to his elder brother's longer, messier - in Dick's case borderline shaggy - locks. "Maybe she'll come back?"

"That dick scared her off," Tim mumbled into the wood. He glanced up and shook his head at her when her fingers pulled out of his hair roughly. "Ow, Babs," he glared but she wasn't paying attention to him.

She covered her mouth with her hands. "You called him dick," she said before erupting into a fit of giggles, banging her fist onto the countertop.

"That's it." Tim rolled his eyes and slid her drink away from her and out of her clumsy reach. "I'm cutting you off."

Cassie pulled Zatanna and M'gann through the Zeta Tubes in Gotham and into the Cave in Happy Harbor, Rhode Island. After having to pry them away from those boys - and Zatanna from Dick - Cassie was ready to put them to bed. "You two," she huffed, linking arms with the girls, "have caused me -" she grabbed a giggling Zatanna by the arm and pulled her away from the kitchen. "- enough trouble for one night." The door to M'gann's room slid open and she lightly guided the girl into her room.

Zatanna followed behind, running into the walls while doing so. She insisted she "don' wanna sleep awone."

"I guess you can both sleep here tonight," Cassie sighed, helping both girls into the Martian's bed and tucking them under the fluffy pink comforter. She put her hands on her hips. Perfect. "Well my work here is done. If you need me, I'll be in my room. Tomorrow is Saturday so don't forget we have training first thing." Neither girl responded and Cassie smiled. They were both out, she was essentially talking to two brick walls. "Alright," she whispered, "Backing out of the room now. Goodnight." She flicked off the light and walked back down to the kitchen.

Cassie grabbed a yogurt from the refrigerator and sat at the counter. Zatanna had said they knew the owner of the house but the magician had never said the owner was Bruce Wayne. She had most certainly embarrassed herself with the ward of the man who was funding her mother's archaeological digs.

Cassie took the lid off of the cup and licked the yogurt off the top when a question hit her. How in the world did Zatanna Zatara from New York and M'gann M'orezz from Mars meet the ward of billionaire, playboy, philanthropist Bruce Wayne?

next chapter: Artemis Crock teams up with an unlikely ally and runs into an annoying speedster

hope I'm not too late in revamping this story. Let me know if interest is still there!

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