Young Justice Spitfire: 2

Stop Being So Dramatic

"Target spotted." Artemis said through the link.

She looked to Robin, who was on the staircase talking to someone. His tux fit his small but acrobatic frame, and matched his shades always worn on his face. He nodded towards her, giving her the ok.

"Engage target." Aqualad said through the link, and they were all the words she needed to strut up to the Italian looking man.

She wore a dark green dress that hugged her body until the waste line, where it flowed into a skirt made of softer and more flexible material. It went down to her knees, and even this Megan assured her that it would be much nicer if it went farther, she refused for the lack of movement. Her heels were black, and the most uncomfortable things in the world to her. Her blonde hair flowed in tendrils down her back, and she held a bow empty wine glass in her hand as she approached Henry Gonzalez or the Blindfold.

Gonzalez was a murderer, he'd kill people in many different types of ways, didn't matter who. He was very good at hiding himself, and it'd taken Robin about three weeks to get his location. After he or his crew killed the victim, he'd place a blindfold over there eyes, leaving his mark.

"Excuse me, but may I join this conversation?" She smiled.

"For a pretty lady like you, I can make exceptions." He smiled. "May I refill that?" He gestured to her glass.

"Why, thank you."

" I don't like this." Wally murmured on the link.

Robin snorted. "The only reason you don't is cause YOUR girlfriend is the one who's doing it. If she hadn't found him first it would've been—"

"YOUR girlfriend." KF said, effectively shutting him up.

"Will you both shut up." She murmured out loud.

"What was that?" Gonzalez asked, handing her a now full glass.

"Nothing." She gulped down the whole glass in seconds.

"Ah, I like a lady who can hold down her liquor." He drawled.

"Lucky for you, then." She smiled.

"Babe, get him upstairs, I'm waiting on the terrace." Wally said.

"On it." She smiled.

"Why don't we take this party upstairs, there's so many people, I can barely hear you." She said.

"Anything for you, m'lady."

"MY lady, night I add." Said Wally.

She followed him up the stairs, and he led her to a dimly lit hallway.

Exhaustion hit her, she was extremely tired, hazy, confused. "Is everything alright?" Gonzalez asked, concerned.

"Yeah, just...tired..." she collapsed into him, dropping the glass, having it shatter to the ground.

"It's tiring, isn't  it?" He smiled.

"You...drugged...my drink..." she said, slowly lowering herself down closer to the ground.

He followed her down to the ground, helping her to reach it. "Ah, now, careful..." he smirked.

"Hurts...to breathe..." She said, placing a hand on her throat.

"Hurts, doesn't it? You see the chemicals are swelling your trachea, making it harder to breathe along the way." He smiled.

"You sick..." she couldn't finish, feeling too weak to speak.