Prompt Post - Part Four [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]
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If she were Megan, she'd be levitating them so that she didn't get wet.
If she were Robin, she'd be used to it and have a warm, waterproof outfit.
If she were Superboy, she would jump home.
If she were Kaldur, she would be frolicking.
But she was not Wally, and she was not Megan, and she was not Robin, nor was she Superboy or Kaldur. She was Artemis, and she was pissed, because she had missed the bus, and home was all the way on the other side of town.
On the poor side of town.
She should have never transferred to Gotham A. She should have told her mother to suck a big evil cock and gone on with her life. She should have at least brought a fucking umbrella. She should have done so many things.
She hadn't done a single one of those things though, and she was stuck, walking down the street in the pouring rain, freezing her ass off and miserable to boot.
Fuck her life. She wanted to cry. She wanted to sob and sit in an alley, and ignore everything, because fuck this. She kicked a puddle and was only more wet for it (not that it mattered).
She wished she was like one of the rich kids she went to school with and she had a nice, big bed to go home to so she could curl up in comfort, rather than on the old saggy spring she had at home. At home in their two bedroom carphole of an apartment.
She didn't want to go home, but she had nowhere else to go. Still, the more she thought of home, the more appealing the rain sounded in comparison.
She kicked a can. "Fuck this gay earth!" she screamed at the sky, but instead of a little sympathy, all she got was a mouth full of rain water.
She sniffled, crying never sounded better then it did right then.
She heard a car come around the corner and pull to an idle stop by her on the curb. She turned, suspicious, to see a small limousine. The window rolled down, and a familiar head stuck out.
"Hey, you're Artemis, right? That new student?" Dick Grayson asked.
She looked at him blankly and nodded.
He beamed at her, completely oblivious to that fact that his hair was soaked. "Get in. We'll give you a ride home."
"I don't want to go home," she said, and she was suddenly glad the rain was so heavy, because otherwise he would have seen that she was crying.
He frowned. "Then you can come to my house. Alfred will make us some hot chocolate and we can play video games by the fire in the parlor."
"You want me to come over?"
"Yeah. It's better than you being out in this mess. You'll get a cold. Get in," he said, and he slunk back into the car.
The door opened for her when she reached out for it, and she slipped in, very aware of how she was soaking the interior.
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"Home, please, Alfred," he said, and she looked through the hole in the divider to see an elderly man at the wheel.
"But what of Ms. Crock?" the man asked. Artemis wondered how he knew her name.
"Artemis doesn't want to go home. I'm going to have her over. I'll call her parents, promise."
"Master Bruce will not be happy," Alfred said, but he had started the car and was executing a careful U turn.
"Bruce has company, why shouldn't I."
"You know what master Bruce says about Mr. Kent," Alfred said.
"He is no more company than the television," Dick recited, "And you know that's a lie. Bruce likes Clark as much as he can like anyone without breasts-" (Artemis snickered at his crassness) "-Clark is as close to being friends with Bruce as anyone can get without being you."
"Master Bruce an I are not friends. We have a strictly professional relationship."
"In which he tells you everything," Dick said.
"Only when it's in his best interest," Alfred corrected.
"And it's always in his interest. You're practically his father."
"And he's practically yours."
Artemis was surprised that she wasn't intimidated or off put by their banter. She was finding it quite refreshing. She wrapped the towel around herself and snuggled up in the seat, feeling the warmth seep in.
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"We're here," he said, and climbed out of the car.
They were parked in a garage, beside a giant black monstrosity and several motorcycles.
She pointed at the black monstrosity. "Is that the-"
"Batmobile?" he finished for her, "Yeah. Bruce and the Bat are pretty tight, Batman asked if he could keep it here when he got it, and it's been here ever since. That thing's been here longer than I have."
"Have you met him?" Artemis asked.
"Batman? Yeah. He's kinda weird. Robin's pretty cool though. A bit job oriented, if you ask me. I taught him most of the moves he knows. All the acrobatics." He seemed proud. "I can show you if you like!" she nodded, "But only after you get dry."
She was supplied with soft clothes, a dry towel, and a warm bath. Within thirty minutes, she was dry and happy, walking with Dick toward the training room.
"Bruce says you're staying the night," Dick said in a way that said it didn't matter if it was monkeys living in fish tanks or the sky being made of jelly, if it was Bruce Wayne saying it, it was law. "He already called your mother. She seems okay with it. I listened in," he explained.
That made her smile. He and Robin really would get along, wouldn't they?
"Here we are," he announced. In a second he was up on the balance beam, flipping heal over hand up onto a set of rings. He flew and flipped between them with all the grace of the trapeze artist he was.
It was like having her own private circus and performer. He was amazing.
When he flipped to the ground and bowed it was clear that he had barely broken a sweat. This was just what he did. He looked just as natural in it as Robin.
"Now," he said, "coco and videogames?"
"Nothing sounds better."
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Because Robin saves everyone from rainy days, and this prompt is awesome, despite having already been filled.
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I especially liked the beginning, and how, if she were anyone else, this wouldn't be a problem. (In my head, bedraggled Artemis looks a bit like a wet cat.)
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