Artemis does not fancy herself a voyeur. Honestly, what other people do is entirely their own business. The team's coming up on adulthood—what happens in one's room stays in one's room (and if you're smart and/or considerate enough to remember Conner has super-hearing, all the better).

Not to mention she really doesn't want to know just how often Wally decides to blow off some steam with Mr. Sock. Yes, that's its name—the unfortunate happenstance through which she discovered this is not one she particularly likes to revisit ("I am never doing the laundry again, you hear me?"). No, Artemis isn't going to go observing or even commenting on PDA. She learned a long time ago, with the occasional night spent in Star City with Ollie, that it's best to just walk away. Goodness knows that would make training with Canary… interesting.

Speaking of discomfort, though.

It isn't often Artemis finds herself mulling over the mechanics of Wally and Robin's relationship. They both came out several months before - shortly after Robin turned 15 - and told the team (and only the team), that they were an item. Artemis, at the time, leveled quite the skeptical smirk at Wally.

You think you can convince me that there wasn't anything before? She sees the looks the two shoot each other—knows the way they send shivers down her spine.

An arch of the brows was the only response, but it was all the answer she needed.

Can you prove otherwise?

And she let it drop from there.

It's a rare occasion when the matter ever returns to the forefront of her mind, besides the few instances of PDA - which, outside a quip or two, she pointedly ignores.

This time, however - turning the corner to find Robin and Wally in a full-on liplock - she isn't given much of a choice.

In an instant, she's out of sight behind the wall. Grateful for her quick reflexes, she's nearly certain they can't have seen or heard her (despite the squeak of sheer surprise she may-or-may-not-have uttered). No, they were faaaar too involved to notice her.

She begins to walk away, with every intention of wiping the incident from her memory (or so she tells herself), but the ghost of an image sticks in her mind.

No… it couldn't have been.

Despite whatever misgiving or doubt she has, she takes a deep breath and peers around the corner, wondering if she did indeed see what she thinks she saw.

She's lucky she's so good at controlling external reactions, else her jaw would likely be on the floor right about now.

The two are absolute fiends. It takes her a moment to determine where one starts and where the other begins. After careful observation, she's able to determine Wally has a hold of Robin 'round the small of boy's back, with the Robin's legs wrapped (more like glued) around Wally's waist, hands framing Wally's face and clutching his flaming red hair.

And within a second, Artemis confirms that she had seen correctly. Robin, despite being smaller and despite relying on Wally to hold him up, is inarguably dominating. Where Artemis might have expected Robin to be the one against the wall, with Wally calling the shots, she's still somehow unsurprised to see it's just the opposite. Wally's head tilts up into Robin's, their tongues dancing and teeth nipping. Robin pulls away, going to Wally's ear and doing something with his mouth that makes the speedster whimper.

If asked, Artemis will fervently deny that all of this is going straight to the area between her legs.

But, of course, with Robin's grunts and moans of approval almost coming out as his trademark laughter (it occurs to Artemis that this might be intentional) and Wally making those explicit groans and gasps, this is hardly the truth. Never mind the fact that Robin is without his cape and Wally's cowl is pushed down, leaving the two exposed (their uniforms leave absolutely nothing to the imagination) in a way that Artemis finds hard to disapprove of.

And then Robin grinds down into Wally's groin, and he's not the only one that gasps. Thankfully, they're both still too involved to notice the way Artemis almost squeaks (though there's nothing almost about it) when Wally's mouth goes to Robin's neck, the smaller boy arching to give him more clearance and goodness gracious the stretch of his neck should not be that sexy and how does he make baring his neck a gesture of dominance. Wally's mouth is making the most obscene sucking sounds, and Artemis knows there's going to be a mark there tomorrow.

It takes Artemis a second or two to realize that Robin's shift in position means he can see her peering at them—easily. And when Robin suddenly catches her eyes through that mask (a mask should not make a fifteen year-old look that attractive), he winks.

Artemis practically sways on her feet, not wanting to consider that Robin might just be getting off on her watching (but who is she kidding—the thought sends more shivers down her spine). And before she can show any sort of reaction besides the wide-eyed shock of being caught, his attention returns to Wally, recapturing his partner's lips with a newly found fervency (putting on a show). When she sees hands moving south, she decides it's time to leave.

The next morning (after a far-too-explicit, entirely-too-wonderful dream filled with red hair and domino masks), there's a note on her door, written in a familiar, neat writing:

Unless you truly enjoy spectating, may I suggest taking a more active role next time?

It's several moments before Artemis has the composure to make her way to the kitchen.