A/N: Okay, guys. Yes, I am posting something new. But yes, I am still on hiatus. I am just posting this to enter it for the youngjusticeheadcanons fanfiction contest. And because I feel bad about not posting. Yes, I will be back eventually. No, not for a little while. Sorry. Thank you all for your patience and love. You guys rock.

It's been two years since Artemis started at Gotham Academy, but she feels like she's been here her whole life. She's made friends with kids of all grades – Bette, of course, and a few sophomores – Barbara and Dick – and some juniors and one or two others in her own grade. They've sorta become a regular crowd, all with the same lunch period and P.E. It's not the same as her friends on the team, Robin and Wally and Megan, but... It's something. Regular friends, a regular life.

So when Bette asks if she wants to go shopping with them on Saturday, she agrees wholeheartedly. Only afterward does she think of checking with the team. Aqualad says it's fine, that they aren't doing a mission this weekend. Wally's hanging out with Uncle Barry and Aunt Iris, so she won't be missing a date. Robin, mysterious as usual, mumbles something about hanging out with some regular friends. She didn't even know he had real-life friends. Crazy. Maybe they aren't so different.

Well, it doesn't matter. On Saturday, Wally runs her to the mall (it's on the way to the Allen house, and he's far faster than any car). She meets her friends out front. Dick is a little bit late, but they get started shopping just after three.

It's dumb, but she's actually having fun. With normal people. She's laughing and eating and not even worrying about a supervillain.

It's only awkward when one of the junior boys, kinda new to the crowd, tries to hit on her.

"Dude, she has a boyfriend," Dick says.

"Yeah, I- how did you know that?"

Dick immediately blushes and hides behind Barbara. "Lucky guess."

He actually does act weird sometimes, Artemis thinks, knowing things about her he shouldn't. And there was that first day, randomly taking a picture of her with his phone. Dick's a weird kid. But she likes Barbara, and the two kinda seem like a matched set, so...

They buy coffee and run around the mall being weird, and she thinks this isn't so bad. She misses Wally a bit, and it's a lot more fun being able to talk about the important stuff with Megan and Zatanna, but these normal people, they're nice too. They're, well, normal.

After a few hours they find themselves in a sunglasses shop, trying on dumb pairs. Bette tries on a pair of huge, brown ones, and some of the boys mess around with the grill sunglasses. Mysteriously, Dick is the only one not trying on anything. So Artemis picks up a pair of cheap black sunglasses and rams them over his eyes.

Hey, he kinda looks like-

No, it can't be-

Wait, he really looks like-

Oh God-

No. No, no no no. Dick- no, Robin- sees the understanding dawning in her eyes and tears the sunglasses off as quickly as he can.

"Robin?" she asks quietly.

It can't be. But it explains so much – his encyclopedic knowledge of her, some of the cryptic excuses, the- the picture on the first day.

We'll laugh about this someday.

Well, she sure ain't laughing. He didn't tell her!

And with that, she punches Robin squarely across the jaw.

Her friends react almost in slow motion, jaws dropping.

"Artemis!" Bette says.

Robin takes the punch gracefully. "Hi, Artemis."

"Hi what? She just punched you!" says Barbara, helping him to his feet. "Besides, she knows you already, dummy!"

"Apparently not," Artemis says.

Robin rolls his eyes. "Can we discuss this somewhere less public?"

"Guys, what is going on?" asks Bette.

Artemis flips out her phone. "I am calling Wally right now. Did he know about this?"

"Don't do that, he's with family. And yeah, of course he did. He's my best friend."

"I thought I was your best friend!" says Barbara, still confused.

"Well, yeah- I mean- just- c'mon, we can take a bus. It's not like he can carry both of us."

"Oh, I'm not talking about that. I just need someone else to help me beat the shit out of you, you little twerp. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I don't tell anyone."

"Tell anyone what?" Bette looks back and forth between the two. "Seriously, guys, you're really starting to freak me out."

"And you won't tell anyone either, okay?" Robin looks almost nervous.

"Whatever. I can't believe I didn't figure it out sooner."

"Are you going to punch me again?"

"No. I'll just give you the training session of your life later, you dick."