Prompt Post - Part Nine [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]
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A burst of warm, city heat smacked Artemis face first and she jolted upright from doubling over, clutching her throbbing head.
(What…?)
Not more than a couple feet, Mad Hatter howled out "Nonononoooo!" and crawled over to collect the broken pieces of his newest invention. He let out a long, tortured sob, glaring outright at her until Artemis's combat boot hit him square in the gut, forcing a groaning "Ohh~…" before she punched him out cold with her balled up right fist, snapping his head back and allowing him to crumple.
That's right. Hallucination. A big, whopping mindtrip around Gotham. Kid Flash had been missing a few hours and she-…
…shit.
Artemis raced across the other end of the building's rooftop, kneepads cushioning her as she grabbed a motionless Wally, maneuvering him onto his back. Yanking back both of their cowls and the Kid Flash goggles, her fingertips touched cooling sweat on his nose and lips fading to ashy blue. No air pulling or escaping.
(What did Mad Hatter mean anyway?)
"Come on, you idiot…!" Artemis growled, pumping her hands in compressions against his chest.
(How does one rouse the maiden in the glass coffin along with the sleeping kingdom?)
She tilted his head back and closed his nostrils with her shaking fingers, opening her mouth over his and blowing air in.
(All fairytales usually end happy… when the prince kisses the…)
Wally's spine bowed in when he snapped back to the living world.
His crimson-colored gloves shoved her away. Wally sucked in air on his own, noisily, eyes beginning to water.
(Oh.)
"Why does my mouth taste like glue?" her teammate questioned, heaving still with his back to the roof. She gestured a bit thoughtlessly, closing then opening her mouth.
"…I have no idea."
It wasn't a lie.
…
Their communicators beeped and flashed signal-red. Neither of them lifted a finger for them.
Wally licked at his mouth, experimentally. "That's glitter," he monotoned.
"…It's on my face, isn't it?"
Artemis mirrored him, feeling the thin coating on her own chapped mouth. Her gravel-scratched, bleeding toes wiggled - boot still missing. At least she was still single.
"Yeah," she confirmed. "It is."
…
almost forgot to post this up today. oop.
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Oh Artemis, you are the baddest BAMF in Gotham.
Let me love you, writer anon.
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