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Of Goddesses, Ninja-Birds and Ice Cream (4/12)

[pannytheangel]

But that wasn't quite the end of it. Sometime after Robin (Robin, not Batman.) caught Cluemaster and threw him in jail, Steph climbed into Artemis' apartment from the fire escape and through an open window. Her eyes were red, and she was clutching a pint of strawberry ice cream in her hands.

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Artemis quickly ushered Steph to her couch and dug out two soup spoons from her kitchen.

“Next time, I want to be the one to bust him. He's my daddy,” Steph said as she wrestled open the ice cream and promptly shoved a large scoop of into her mouth. She brought her knees closer into her chest and managed to huddle into an almost-ball on one side of Artemis' sofa.

“I'm not being taught how to shoot to catch bad guys.” Artemis said just a little bitterly. She reached into the ice cream container with a small soup spoon and stole a scoop. Dad was out doing something illegal, so she was home alone for the moment.

“So?” Steph pouted and jabbed the ice cream viciously. “It's not like he can say, 'Arty! Shoot that guy!' and have you shoot the guy. You can say no and shoot him instead.” Steph huffed and stabbed the ice cream a few more times until she managed to dislodge another large chunk.

Artemis sighed. Shooting her dad was most likely a horrible idea, considering he could (and had) beaten her to an almost-pulp before. “It's not that simple.” She curled up on her side of the couch and glared at the door of her dad's room.

“Why not?” Steph jabbed the soup spoon at Artemis, eyes red and a scowl that really looked more like a pout on her face. “J-just, I dunno, go shoot bad guys instead. If you turn into a bad guy, I'mma have to catch you when I become a hero, and I dun wanna catch you.”

Artemis snorted and rolled her eyes. “It's definitely not that simple.” She has no intentions of following her dear dad's footsteps anyways.

“So you'll become a bad guy?” Steph's voice rose an octave and Artemis just barely ducked the bucket of ice cream that was swung at her head. "No! Bad Arty! Bad!"

“Steph!” She barely avoided another swipe at her by dropped off the sofa. “No, I won't become a bad guy! Now stop trying to hit me.”

“Oh.” Steph curled up with the ice cream again. “Okay. That's good. I didn't really want to hit you. It might have ruined the ice cream.” She took another bite, and Artemis rolled her eyes.

Steph ate the ice cream silently after that, and Artemis fidgeted in the silence. Steph was almost never quiet, and truth be told, it was starting to unnerve her. Artemis finally sighed, got up, located her practice bow and a few arrows and shoved them at Steph. “Here. You wanted to learn how to shoot, right?”

Steph froze, spoon still in her mouth, and stared at the bow. “Really?”

Artemis nodded.

“Oh my god! Really? Arty! You're the best!” Steph dropped both spoon and ice cream and hugged her so tightly Artemis swore she could feel her ribs crack. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! I'll be the best student ever! In the history of...history! You'll see! Thank you!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Artemis slowly pried Steph off her with a smile. This was better. She never want to see Steph quiet again, it just wasn't right.