Suspicions | YJ

BLACKMAIL

Author note: this book is almost over. 2-3 more chapters left, 4 at most... After that I'll be working on Survival of the Fittest (check it out if you haven't) and the rewrite for Forgotten. After I finish Forgotten which will be about 9-10 chapters (not as long as this book) I'll start a new Young Justice Fanfiction. It'll be pretty dark and messed up, and will be a similar length in chapters as this book. I already know what I want, so please don't ask me to do this or that (if you have ideas for me to write, I can make one-shots) and I'm already writing the plot for it. I may put the description on my message board if you want a small idea of what it will be about. Let me know what you think!

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        Artemis was surprised to see her father sitting causally atop the crate, as if he had expected her.

       And he did expect her.

       She had made her way to the area her mother had suggested, and searched all of the buildings top to bottom. It took the archer at least an hour, but finally she found what she had been looking for.

       "Sportsmaster."

       "Can't even call me Dad anymore? C'mon baby girl."

       The younger blonde scowled with disgust. "No thanks, Sportsmaster." Lawrence's eyes sharpened into a glare, and his knuckles turned white as he gripped the lance in his hands.

       The same weapon the villain had used to impale Dick Grayson. However, Artemis was unaware of this. She would be.

       "You know baby girl... I used this same weapon to stab your buddy right through the chest." He spoke as he fiddled with the lance, which was about two inches in diameter.
       "Your sick." His daughter spat back with a growl emitting from her throat.

       A smirk made its way into his face behind his mask, that almost resembled a cage on his face. "Sorry Artemis, he's heard his last bedtime story. Did I mention his screams are like music to my ears?"
       "He's alive. I know it." Artemis snarled, trying to reassure herself.

       She was failing at that.

       "Gotta run. Good luck finding your friend- the only thing you'll find is his dead body." Sportsmaster taunted. Before his daughter could engage, he threw a small bomb in front of the crate. His body then disappeared through the smoke, and he was nowhere to be seen after it cleared.

The archer wouldn't be fooled that easily. She quickly jumped on top of the crate, and barely saw her father run out of the warehouse from the corner of her eye. Artemis silently praised herself.

Artemis stealthily turned around the corner, watching as Sportsmaster drove away into the night in a black van. By instinct, the blonde instantly grabbed a tracking arrow and shot. The arrow was smaller in size which made it less noticeable, which meant it would be easier to track him.

"I will find you, Grayson."

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|Meanwhile|

Dick's nightmares had only gotten worse. He had not only become mentally damaged, but physically as well.

He began to stutter, shiver, and had thrown up over six times. Cheshire was starting to get a bit worried. And guilty.

Cheshire was sharpening her knives when she heard violent coughing from across the hall. She had planned to get him to the nearest hospital, but he still couldn't stand- and she had no way of transportation. Not to mention her father was not trustworthy. She didn't feel like carrying the little snot over twelve miles.