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[Young Justice] Something in the Water
Title: Something in the Water
Fandom: Young Justice (the animated series)
Characters: Artemis Crock, Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Bette Kane, Tom Bronson, Kyle Rayner (mention only), M'gann M'orzz (mention only), Wally West (mention only)
Summary: There had to be something in the water. Why else would Gotham Academy kids act so weird?
Something funny had to be in the water. Why else would the kids at Gotham Academy be so darn strange? You'd gotten used to your routine pretty quickly, thanks to that Grayson kid and his friends, but you doubted that you'd ever get used to their social life. During recess, you'd listen to Bette Kane and Barbara Gordon exchange notes about some Cotillion or another, and every now and then, they looked at you expectantly as if you knew exactly what was going on. Frankly, you had absolutely no idea what this Cotillion was.
It took you maybe a week to figure out that it was some kind of formal dance with white gloves and fancy dresses and four-course meals, from the way Bette swooned every time she talked about her escort and how he looked so dreamy in his tuxedo. ("Dreamy?" M'gann had asked when you whined about it to her one day. "Do humans still use that word?" You'd shrugged, since you really had no clue.) But you weren't going to let on that you had absolutely no idea, so you just smiled and nodded and played along with their little game. The dance was coming up in a month; they didn't need to know that you had no intention of attending something that boring.
As you'd joined the soccer team, you didn't have much reason to attend PE, but apparently they were learning ballroom dancing in honor of the occasion. Grayson was all ears as he walked out from PE the next day, and you couldn't help looking a little smug as you passed by him in the hallways.
"I would've pegged you as the Twinkletoes type," you teased, elbowing him in the shoulder.
He laughed, rubbing the spot where you'd just hit him. "Well, I've gotta keep you on your toes every now and then, right?"
Before you'd quite realized it, he'd somehow disappeared into the crowd again. Typical Grayson; he never stood still when you needed him to. You sighed, but folded your arms and moved onto your next class, where Bette was bragging about her dreamy escort AGAIN and how he'd effortlessly taught her the fox trot. What was up with these people?
Then came your lunch break. Normally, people took this time to finish up last minute homework and maybe grab a sandwich if they were lucky, but you'd opted to eat outside and soak in the good weather. A sunny day was pretty rare in Gotham, and you were going to enjoy every single moment of it. You hummed, pulling out your packed lunch from home, and grinning at the note Mom'd left you.
The sound of footsteps alerted you to other people's presence. You looked up from the note, trying to determine just which idiot was playing four-square on the asphalt this week. Instead of the typical outdoor games you'd recognized, you instead saw Dick and Babs attempting some kind of complicated dance. Dick led, though it was slightly more difficult since he was shorter than Babs, and carefully twirled her around in a tight circle before they danced up and down the street.
You didn't mean to gawk at them! You really didn't! But the next time you went to get water from the fountain, you looked at it rather suspiciously before deciding to get the more expensive bottled water in the lobby. Whatever weird chemicals made private school kids dance the waltz during recess, you absolutely wanted none of it in your body.
Your best friend teased you about it mercilessly when you stopped by his house after dinner. Even though he was long used to your wisecracks against the rich kids (you were both raised by single mothers), you still felt your heart race every single time he came closer to you. You weren't sure if that was because you were nervous, or because your best friend was such an idiot. For god's sake, you liked Wally! Wally West, Kid Flash! You willed yourself to think of flaming red hair, freckles, and twinkling green eyes, not your best friend's bushy chestnut brown hair, deep blue eyes, and that innocent nerdy smile that made you want to smush your face against his a million times over.
"Artemis! Earth to Artemis!"
He was giving you weird looks. You plastered on a smile before resting your arms on the table and looking up at him. "Hey, Tommy," you said sheepishly. "Sorry. I was just... thinking about school again."
Tommy snorted. "Knowing you, you'll probably get infected with dance fever pretty soon. I hear their fancy-schmancy Cotillion's coming up in a couple of weeks. Are you going?"
You shook your head. You weren't part of the upper crust, so why should you have gotten an invitation? You weren't debuting yourself proudly into that world. You'd already made your debut into the hero world - and for you, that was all that really mattered. "Not interested." You grinned, elbowing him. "Besides, if I went, who else would you play Dungeons and Dragons with, you nerd?"
"I could probably get Rayner..." Tommy looked almost sheepish, though his wide smile made the entire thing worth it. "But you sure?"
You nodded. "I'm absolutely positive! This Saturday at seven? I can get Mom to come over too."
"Then it's settled."
You heard him say 'date' instead, and your heart beat even faster. Dangit! You liked Wally! You loved Wally! You were willing to die for Wally! You were not going to be distracted by how hot your best friend from elementary school was. Absolutely, positively not.
... Not that it mattered much anyways. The next day, just before first period, Grayson slipped you something in your hands. It took you only a millisecond to realize it was a Cotillion invitation. You did what any proper, prim, and dedicated Gotham Academy young lady would've done with the invitation: you flushed it down the toliet. Nothing deserved Gotham Academy Water better than that.
Fandom: Young Justice (the animated series)
Characters: Artemis Crock, Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Bette Kane, Tom Bronson, Kyle Rayner (mention only), M'gann M'orzz (mention only), Wally West (mention only)
Summary: There had to be something in the water. Why else would Gotham Academy kids act so weird?
Something funny had to be in the water. Why else would the kids at Gotham Academy be so darn strange? You'd gotten used to your routine pretty quickly, thanks to that Grayson kid and his friends, but you doubted that you'd ever get used to their social life. During recess, you'd listen to Bette Kane and Barbara Gordon exchange notes about some Cotillion or another, and every now and then, they looked at you expectantly as if you knew exactly what was going on. Frankly, you had absolutely no idea what this Cotillion was.
It took you maybe a week to figure out that it was some kind of formal dance with white gloves and fancy dresses and four-course meals, from the way Bette swooned every time she talked about her escort and how he looked so dreamy in his tuxedo. ("Dreamy?" M'gann had asked when you whined about it to her one day. "Do humans still use that word?" You'd shrugged, since you really had no clue.) But you weren't going to let on that you had absolutely no idea, so you just smiled and nodded and played along with their little game. The dance was coming up in a month; they didn't need to know that you had no intention of attending something that boring.
As you'd joined the soccer team, you didn't have much reason to attend PE, but apparently they were learning ballroom dancing in honor of the occasion. Grayson was all ears as he walked out from PE the next day, and you couldn't help looking a little smug as you passed by him in the hallways.
"I would've pegged you as the Twinkletoes type," you teased, elbowing him in the shoulder.
He laughed, rubbing the spot where you'd just hit him. "Well, I've gotta keep you on your toes every now and then, right?"
Before you'd quite realized it, he'd somehow disappeared into the crowd again. Typical Grayson; he never stood still when you needed him to. You sighed, but folded your arms and moved onto your next class, where Bette was bragging about her dreamy escort AGAIN and how he'd effortlessly taught her the fox trot. What was up with these people?
Then came your lunch break. Normally, people took this time to finish up last minute homework and maybe grab a sandwich if they were lucky, but you'd opted to eat outside and soak in the good weather. A sunny day was pretty rare in Gotham, and you were going to enjoy every single moment of it. You hummed, pulling out your packed lunch from home, and grinning at the note Mom'd left you.
The sound of footsteps alerted you to other people's presence. You looked up from the note, trying to determine just which idiot was playing four-square on the asphalt this week. Instead of the typical outdoor games you'd recognized, you instead saw Dick and Babs attempting some kind of complicated dance. Dick led, though it was slightly more difficult since he was shorter than Babs, and carefully twirled her around in a tight circle before they danced up and down the street.
You didn't mean to gawk at them! You really didn't! But the next time you went to get water from the fountain, you looked at it rather suspiciously before deciding to get the more expensive bottled water in the lobby. Whatever weird chemicals made private school kids dance the waltz during recess, you absolutely wanted none of it in your body.
Your best friend teased you about it mercilessly when you stopped by his house after dinner. Even though he was long used to your wisecracks against the rich kids (you were both raised by single mothers), you still felt your heart race every single time he came closer to you. You weren't sure if that was because you were nervous, or because your best friend was such an idiot. For god's sake, you liked Wally! Wally West, Kid Flash! You willed yourself to think of flaming red hair, freckles, and twinkling green eyes, not your best friend's bushy chestnut brown hair, deep blue eyes, and that innocent nerdy smile that made you want to smush your face against his a million times over.
"Artemis! Earth to Artemis!"
He was giving you weird looks. You plastered on a smile before resting your arms on the table and looking up at him. "Hey, Tommy," you said sheepishly. "Sorry. I was just... thinking about school again."
Tommy snorted. "Knowing you, you'll probably get infected with dance fever pretty soon. I hear their fancy-schmancy Cotillion's coming up in a couple of weeks. Are you going?"
You shook your head. You weren't part of the upper crust, so why should you have gotten an invitation? You weren't debuting yourself proudly into that world. You'd already made your debut into the hero world - and for you, that was all that really mattered. "Not interested." You grinned, elbowing him. "Besides, if I went, who else would you play Dungeons and Dragons with, you nerd?"
"I could probably get Rayner..." Tommy looked almost sheepish, though his wide smile made the entire thing worth it. "But you sure?"
You nodded. "I'm absolutely positive! This Saturday at seven? I can get Mom to come over too."
"Then it's settled."
You heard him say 'date' instead, and your heart beat even faster. Dangit! You liked Wally! You loved Wally! You were willing to die for Wally! You were not going to be distracted by how hot your best friend from elementary school was. Absolutely, positively not.
... Not that it mattered much anyways. The next day, just before first period, Grayson slipped you something in your hands. It took you only a millisecond to realize it was a Cotillion invitation. You did what any proper, prim, and dedicated Gotham Academy young lady would've done with the invitation: you flushed it down the toliet. Nothing deserved Gotham Academy Water better than that.