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Red Hands

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Pain

"Um… what are you doing?" Artemis asked in that condescending tone she reserved especially for Kid Flash and his antics.

"Red Hands, Arty," Robin replied cheerfully as he sent a tiny twitch through his hands. Wally recoiled his quickly, scowled and placed them, palms down, back on top of the Boy Wonder's.

"Don't tell me you've never heard of Red Hands before! It's like the oldest game in the book!"

"Yeah Wall-Man, I've heard of it," Artemis replied dully, "but where I come from we don't play it like that."

"Oh yeah? Well where do you come from?" Wally asked, inching his face closer to hers, his eyes bulging out in accusation.

Artemis glared at him, he was about to speak when Robin flipped his hands out from under Wally's and slapped him as hard as he could on the backs of his hands.

"Yeeow!! Jeez Rob, a little harsh?"

"Sorry, dude, I didn't mean to incruciate you so much," he replied laughing.

"In-cruciate? Like the opposite of excruciate? How does that even apply?" Wally seethed, rubbing the soar spot on the backs of his hands.

"You think Red Hands is painful? How can you possibly be a superhero and get beat by a slap on the wrist?" Artemis was pushing him, trying to get a reaction to make up for all the times he had ripped on her.

"I don't see you playing… Wait a minute; we were talking about how you play where 'you come from!' How do you play then, huh?" he asked, chiding her.

"Hmm?" she mused, rummaging through her pocket, "Oh, well when we play, we play with this," and she whipped a hunting knife out of her pocket and jammed it into the wooden table. Robin and Kid Flash exchanged a nervous glance.

"And how exactly do you play 'with that,'" the Speedster mocked.

"Same as before, only this time you have to slash one of your opponents hands with the knife. If they recoiled three times before then you get to carve your initials into their arm."

"Sounds gory," Robin murmured, "I don't think I want to play that…"

"Yeah, me neither," Wally chimed in, "your version is way too sadistic for my tastes."

"Aaaw…" Artemis cooed, bringing her hands to her cheeks and making a face like she was talking to a baby, "Is the almighty Kid Flash scared of a little flesh wound?"

"I'm not scared," he retorted.

"Wally…"

"Be quiet Rob, I didn't ask you. How does the game end then? Do I have to end up with knife wounds?"

Artemis shrugged, "If you can get the knife out of my hands then it switches over."

Gingerly, Wally laid his hands on top of hers, eyeing her suspiciously. Robin covered his eyes and turned to face the other direction; this was not going to end well, he knew that.

"1, 2, 3, started."

The first twitch of Artemis' hands and Wally recoiled like the lighting for which he was named. Cursing silently he re-placed his hands on top of hers.

Twitch, twitch, he didn't even flinch. A twitch and that look in her eyes, and he recoiled his hands as fast as inhumanly possible. Only one more recoil now.

He set his hands gently upon hers. For a split second he realized how much he liked them there, her palms were warm, an maybe a little sweaty, but he didn't mind that. He was beginning to grow more accustomed to her, to find more things he liked about her, thinks he really liked. He stared into her eyes, like dark pools; if he wasn't suppose to hate her so much he might ask her if she had a map because right now he was—

"YEEEEIII!!!" he screeched. In the depths of his thoughts he had completely forgotten what they were playing. After a painfully long time of absolutely no movement Artemis had prepared her attack and when he seemed the most out of focus she struck, whipping the knife out from under his hand and bringing it down on top, making a thin red line on his otherwise unblemished knuckles.

She was laughing now, cackling at her triumph, but he was scowling, more than normal too.

"What's the matter, can't handle a little cut?" she taunted, "Want me to kiss it, make it better?"

"Actually," he mused, at the very bottom of his vocal range—

He sprang forward across the table and locked his lips with hers. She tried to protest, grabbing frantically for the knife, but he had used his speed to snatch it from her in her moment of shock. She tried to push him off but he wouldn't let go. Finally after what seamed like an eternity she relaxed into it and let the moment grow.

"Um… guys? Forget about me?"

Oh crap, Robin had been there the whole time! Artemis jerked away roughly as she stood up, knocking over the chair behind her in her haste. Wally didn't look like he even cared.

"No, I didn't forget about you," Wally smiled, "Now go tell everyone, before I regain my sanity."

"Aye-aye Captain!" the younger boy laughed, running from the room as fast as he could.

"What the… get back here you little jerk! Don't tell anyone! I didn't want him to ki—" but from there on out Wally could only hear muffled shouts and crashing.

He smiled dreamily to himself. He didn't hate Artemis anymore, he actually liked her, a lot, and he was pretty sure she liked him too, even if she would never admit it. Theirs was a bittersweet kind of relationship; some of the time it was tough, it wasn't easy but it sure was hard enough.

He looked down at his hand; the cut had been slowly seeping blood since the moment he had gotten it. He stood up and walked to the nearest bathroom to go wash it off. Theirs was a bittersweet romance, that's for sure, and a painful one at that. Thank God for super-healing.
This is for :iconwallyartemisfanclub:'s Spitfire Week!

Please fave or comment if you liked! If you didn't like it please comment and tell me why! Or give me constructive criticisms! Or nonconstructive criticisms, doesn't matter to me!

Points:
"Aye, aye, Captain." I don't know why... I just picture Robin saying that... :hmm:

COOKIES TO ANYONE WHO SPOTTED THE ABBA REFERENCE!!



Edit:

Hmm... :hmm: this seems to be much more popular than I thought (I though this one was way too cheesy... or maybe I just don't like my own fluff) but people keep asking for a sequel... What could I possibly do?

I will warn you that I am not good at writing true fluff and I don't really enjoy it so much... (I have no problem reading it, I just can't write it well without feeling stupid) So if anyone wants to write the sequel for this BE MY GUEST! I will read it!

2nd Edit:

SOMEONE WROTE A SEQUEL!

DUSKYNIGHT WROTE A SEQUEL YOU GUYS!

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I had totally forgotten that this fic ended on a sort of a cliff hangar. Is THAT why people wanted another?

I still don't understand...
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