AN: I do not own Young Justice! I was originally going to write this as a one-shot but it started getting pretty long so I decided that I'm going to put it into three chapters. This chapter has very MINOR Wally/Artemis. But don't worry, the next chapter will definitely have some ;)

PART 1

ARTEMIS POV

I let out a sigh as I walked out the school doors. It was Friday, and I was happy to get away from this school. It wasn't that Gotham academy was a bad school, it was just too… I don't know. The people here were super smart. Sure I was getting A's in all my classes but I had to work twice as hard as the other students did.

I turned down the road to go onto my annual route home. Most of the student drove home, had their parents pick them up, or have someone else pick them up who was hired by their parents. In my case, I was walking. It wasn't because my mom didn't know how to drive. She could drive, but she didn't like too. Although it was mostly because we couldn't afford a car. I use to ride my bike but it had gotten stolen a few weeks ago during school hours.

The road to my house wasn't too long. I lived about three miles away which was like nothing. Unfortunately I live on the rough side of Gotham (most of Gotham was rough but I lived in the even rougher side of town). Being a skilled fighter helped though. Even if I couldn't bring my bow and arrows with me, I could still take on a few men with my bare hands.

The only good thing about walking to my house (more like super small apartment) was that I crossed a small mall along the way. I, of course, wasn't the type to get excited over shopping for frilly dresses but, seeing families walk around smiling made me feel a little warm inside. Even if couldn't be completely happy like them, I'm glad some people were.

It wasn't that my life was bad, it was good actually, and getting better now that I was on the team. I felt like that's when I was truly home. They weren't all too accepting when I first came, especially a certain red-haired speedster. All I ever heard from his big mouth was that I was a replacement for Roy. I had met Roy only like twice and he seemed like he absolutely hated me. It was like the two of them had some sort of special pact against me.

"Hey! Miss! Could I talk to you for a minute-" A voice called out behind me. I spun around ready to attack the offender. I was surprised to see a middle aged man in a very expensive looking suit. I gave him a look that allowed him to continue.

"Excuse me miss, but, I couldn't help but notice that you're a very attractive young woman…" Was this guy for real? He was at least 40 years old and he was hitting on a teen age girl like me! That's disgusting.

I quickly grabbed his fancy tie and yanked him forward to me before he could continue saying any more repulsing things.

"Listen. You better stay away from me. Got it? You are some old dirty pervert and I find it absolutely repulsing that you're hitting on a teenage girl! That is disgusting. I would report you to the police but im gonna let you go. Im gonna let all of this go. Now you better go back to whatever stupid job you have and do your damn work. What are you thinking try to get someone like 100 years younger than you? I-"

"Whoa. Hold it there missy, I am not a pervert and I am not trying to hit on you. If you would have just kindly let me finish you would clearly see that I am about to offer you a job-"

"No, I will not be your hooker for tonight. Or any other time of the day."

"You have a tendency to interrupt people, you know that? That's a not a very polite thing to do. I do not want you to be a hooker. In fact, that's the very least thing I want you to be. You seem like a very smart, intelligent, and beautiful girl. You have a lot more potential than being a hooker. The real job I want to offer you is to be a model-"

"Absolutely not."

"Damn it! Will you please let me finish! Look, Long story short, I'm the CEO for the Victoria's Secret company and my lead model just broke her foot and can't walk the runway for the big show tomorrow. I need a replacement, and you could be it! I know its short notice but I'm willing to pay a generous amount of money."

I thought about it for a second. Was this guy really asking me to be a model? I had to think this over. Its not every day some guy just randomly comes up to you and asks if you want to be a victorias secret model. Only a replacement – I mentally cringe at the word – but a model none the less. I've never considered being one. Just because it's nearly impossible and why would I want to be one anyway? Gotham needs help, and I have to be there for the city. Hmm. Well he also mentioned that he was willing to pay a lot of money for a replace- substitute model.

"How much money are you talking?" I asked trying to be as polite as I could muster.

"Well, because it's such short notice, and this is the most important fashion show of the year, I'm thinking about 10,000 dollars, but I'm willing to negotiate" he said with a straight face.

I also choked on air I was currently breathing when I heard 10,000 dollars. This guy had to be lying. 10,000 dollars just for me to walk around in expensive clothing? There had to be some kind of catch here. No one could be willing to pay that much. And he was going to negotiate? What was there to negotiate?

"Hello? You still there? It looks like you're thinking about it so here's my card. Call me before 5 o clock to give me an answer. If I don't receive a call then I'm taking your decision as a no. What a pity that would be. To waste beauty such as yours."

Once the card was placed in my hand, he started to stalk back towards the mall. How long had I been here exactly, talking to this mysterious man? I looked at my watch. It was 3:15. So basically I spent 10 minutes talking to this guy about being a Victoria's secret… substitute. If I walked fast, I could make it to the old telephone booth in about 20 minutes.

I finally made it to the zeta tubes and was transported to the cave, where the rest of the team was. I was always the last one to come to the cave. Still with card in hand, I walked over to the living room just to see Kid Idiot sitting on the couch. Megan was in the kitchen cooking something, like always. Megan could be a model, she was pretty. And she would probably be a lot better at it than I could. I sat on the bar stool at the island in the middle of the kitchen.

"Hey Artemis! How was your day today?" Megan chirped. She was always so happy. I envied that about her.

"It was great…" I didn't bother to ask her how hers was. She always replied with the same response 'my day was great too! Conner and I did this, Conner and I did that' Don't get me wrong. They were perfect for each other, and I was totally happy for them, but I just couldn't hear it every single day. If only I could find someone that crazy about me…

"Hey, what's that in your hand?" she asked with genuine curiosity. Before I could even open my mouth to respond I saw a blur pass right in front of my eyes. Wally. I looked back down at my hands.

Hey! He took my card! Ugh. That damn super speed!

"NO WAY! You? A model? Yeah right, Who would want to hire you? Sorry Artemis, but this is obviously a fake card. I bet the phone number doesn't even exist." He said with fake sincerity as he read the card.

Stupid idiot. Why did he have to see that card! He is never going to let me live this down. Could Wally be right? We never agreed on anything, but maybe, just maybe, he was right. Although the man did seem pretty serious earlier. I took a glance at my watch. It was almost 4 o clock. Which meant I had an hour to call the man and give a response. I still didn't even know the man's name. I bet it's on the card though…

"Wally. Just because you find me repulsive, doesn't mean everyone else does." I replied coldly.

"Maybe" he stuck his tongue out at me.

"Can I please have that card back?" I asked. It came out harsh, which I didn't necessarily intend, but I didn't want it to come out nice either. Why did he have to make things so difficult all the time?

Before Baywatch could come back with a response Robin walked into the room.

"Hey guys. What's going on here?" he asked.

"Artemis got asked to be a model! Can you believe it? How fun that's going to be! I want to go to the show! It is a show right? How exciting!" Megan squealed while bouncing up and down.

"Hold on. I didn't even agree yet. And the offer may be fake." I said slowly, trying to get it through Megan's head. I don't think she could hear me through all her squealing though. I was the one modeling. Why was she so excited?

Robin smiled. "I could see you as a model Artemis." Yup, typical Robin.

"Dude! What does she have that could possibly make her a model?" Wally always knew how to ruin a moment.

"Ok. Get this through your heads. First off, I don't know if it's even a real offer. Second, it's just for tomorrow since the lead model for the Victoria's Secret Fashion broke her foot or something. And third, I don't even know if I want to do it." This was more difficult than I thought.

I remembered how much the guy was willing to offer. 10,000 dollars. That's a lot of money. My mom and I could really use it. It's like hitting the Jackpot on the lottery. I might even buy me something from Victoria's Secret with that money. If I wasn't going to do it for me, then I was going to do it for my mom. My mom would be happy to see me do something other than beat bad guy butts right? I can already picture her smiling in the audience watching me walk across the runway.

I turned towards the couch to see Robin and Wally sitting playing video games on the tv. Where did Wally put that card? AHA! It's near the oranges. I've never liked oranges. He probably got bored of making fun of me and just placed the card where I wouldn't think about looking. Surveying the area, I didn't see Megan anywhere. She must have gone back to her room after taking the cookies out of the oven.

As I was retrieving the card, I saw the phone. Right next to the refrigerator sat the only thing I needed to possibly get 10,000 dollars. And a chance to show Kid Mouth that I CAN be a model. Just to prove him wrong. I took a peek at my watch once again, it read 4:45. Wow, time sure does travel fast. I made my decision.

I took the phone from the receiver and quickly walked to my room in the cave. Once safely inside my room, I looked at the card. All I had to do was punch in these numbers. And I was. Before I could even take a second thought my fingers were dialing the number. The phone rang and then finally somebody on the other end picked up.

"Hello? This is Mr. Michael Kay speaking" Came a voice on the other line. It was him. It was definitely the man I talked to earlier today.

"Hello Mr. Kay. This is Artemis Crock, The girl who kept interrupting you earlier today. You offered me to take the place of a model tomorrow. I have made my decision. I've decided that I WILL be the replacement model for tomorrows fashion show…"

AN: Ok Guys! Thats the first chapter. I know its kind of rough but i think you guys can hande that :) If you would leave a review that would be AWESOME~