Author note: Enjoy this chapter! :P (for some reason the word 'attention' is used a lot. Idk, couldn't figure out any other word to use... XD

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|Gotham Academy|
|Lunch|

        After English, Artemis went to French class. When the bell rang once more, the blonde tiredly headed to lunch, her mind out of sync. She trudged through the main hallway on her way to the lunchroom, and spotting the medium sized tv in the high wall, broadcasting a news report. Apparently, Batman and Robin had done something to save the day as usual, which snapped Artemis back into her thoughts from the night before; what was Robin hiding? Or even better; who the hell was this kid? Maybe he went to this school... Every time Artemis went straight from Gotham Academy to the telephone booth, she was instantly met which a smirking Boy Wonder, as if she had been with him only minutes before. It was a possibility... Right?

"Hey Artemis." Bette greeted kindly along with a few of her other friends, despite what had occurred in English.
Bette couldn't help but notice how distracted Artemis was... Almost as if she was living another reality. After receiving no reply and only an odd stare, Bette waved her hand on front of the blonde archer's face trying to get her attention. Bette's friends awkwardly looked away and continued to eat their lunch, whilst Artemis sat down as if she was finally snapped back into reality.

"Um, Artemis? Don't you want lunch?" One of Bette's friends quietly asked, and then looked in another direction. The female archer shook her head 'no' and sighed, her head plopping to the table with a big thump. After a few exchanged glances with her friends, Bette finally asked, "Are you on your period?"

This caused Artemis to look up, a scowl on her face. She sighed once more, understanding why Bette would ask that question. It kinda made sense, although it was nowhere near true. It wasn't her time of month yet... 'Key word; YET.' She thought. She was about to go ballistic the next time Robin scared the piss out of her at the telephone booth...
"Do you know who Batman is? Or um... Robin?"

After Artemis asked this question, the other girls awkwardly looked at her, as if she was a bit nuts. "I mean it's possible that maybe Robin went to this school... He's like 13 or 14 right? Hiding in plain sight?" Artemis suggested.
The annoyed girls finally left the lunch table, leaving the two blondes. "I guess so... Always thought Robin was 11 or 12. He's short isn't he?" Bette asked, as if she thought Artemis had met Robin (which she has, so it was extremely ironic). "Yeah, yeah... Could you help me figure it out? I'm um- a uh... big fan!" Artemis said, trying to convince Bette to help her.

        "Well I'm no detective. If you're that big of a fan, ask a smart person." Bette suggested. "Who's the smartest kid in the school?" Artemis asked questioningly. Bette bit her lip, as if she was thinking for a moment. Suddenly, her eyes widened and a smile broke out on her face, 'must have an idea.' Artemis thought, as she observed the girl's thinking. "You should ask Dick Grayson. He's a freshman I think... Supposed to be super smart. I don't know." Bette claimed, shrugging her shoulders. Artemis thanked her, and left for her next class when the ringing of the school bell bounced off of the sturdy walls.

Dick Grayson now sat in World History class; which was supposedly a sophomore class, but the freshman classes were way too easy. He was slowly falling asleep, the sound of the teachers babbling getting quieter and quieter. He was just as exhausted as the rest of the team (who were also most likely sleeping in their classes).

"Richard Grayson!"

The sound of the teacher's voice caused him to sit up instantly. Rubbing his eyes, he gave a small yawn. The teacher then continued to teach her boring lesson, and the class continued to "pay attention". The teacher's shout at Dick had caught Artemis' attention, who was also present in the class. She never really knew him as Dick Grayson; just "the kid who took a selfie with her" and never paid attention. She gave a small snort, and tried focusing on the teacher who was basically talking to herself. However the emerald archer couldn't, so she slumped down and stared at the board pretending to pay attention to the lesson.

When the bell finally rang, the students filed out of the classroom. Dick started out of the room groggily, but Artemis gave him a small tap on the shoulder to get his attention.

"Hey, um- can I talk to you?"

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To be continued...