Prompt Post - Part Nine [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]

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bird flu [1/4]

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and as always my fics are Hijacked By Robin, sigh. can i blame star driver?He finds out about Artemis before the rest of them do; he notices the ease with which she fights, the gracefulness in her every move, and how uncomfortable she seems to be in her body afterward. He sees in her eyes the fear and the sadness that doesn’t come with the glory of being a hero or the heaviness of the secret that is her family-it’s something worse. In her eyes, there’s something so much worse, almost like she’s dead, almost like she’s dying, almost like she’s constantly watching Death claim those that aren’t his.

He doesn’t know how exactly he gets that all from a look-even with Batman’s training, Robin’s reading of emotions and facial expressions isn’t very good-but he does, and he starts to get nervous about looking at her, starts to feel sick when he steals glances at her to make sure she’s okay. Maybe it’s because Artemis is easier to read than others. Maybe it’s because he sees her so often, notices her sleeping in classes at Gotham Academy, notices the aging in the lines of her face when she’s outside of her costume. Maybe it’s because she wants someone to know, wants someone to sneak after her in the hours after dusk and follow her unknowingly into a Witch’s Realm and find out she’s a Puella Magi.

It chokes him. It grabs him and chokes him and he sees reds and whites and blacks and he’s sure he’s about to see the faces that he only sees in his dreams now, he swears this is where it ends-

-An arrow, radiating with a light and warmth and an intensity that he’s never seen an arrow light up with before, fills him with fear and he’s shaking, he’s never been so emotional before, not even when M’gann-

The Realm disappears, and he falls.

She smiles.

She does it all with a smile, and Robin’s at a complete and utter loss and he’s more broken by the images in the technicolor pocket dimension than she’s ever been when the witch is gone; he crumbles to his feet and his eyes are wide and it attacked him, tore through half his mask, so there’s a single, shaking blue eye visible, staring at the grown but seeing nothing, and Robin throws up all over the asphalt when the black, egg-shaped thorn lands next to him and Artemis picks it up and pockets it like it’s nothing.

“This is insane,” he mumbles, and he doesn’t even know how he’s so torn up about this, when he does so much to keep his emotions in check-(except that he does know, this is Gotham, his home, he’s supposed to know everything that goes down in Gotham, and those were faces, faces he recognizes, dammit)-and she helps him to his feet and he nearly jumps at the sight of the tiny cat-like creature that’s appeared on her shoulder.

Artemis grimaces and tells him, “This is me.”