Young Justice-Nightmare (Completed- Grammar and spelling editing to be done soon.)

Chapter 30-NUUUUUU

Artemis's POV

No. No. No. This cannot be happening! After all this, and they keep WALLY?! "LET HIM GO!" I yell, struggling against the grip of Cheshire and Greenarrow, tears streaming down my face. I've hardly been known to cry, but honestly, with all the crap happening within these past few days or weeks or months (I have no idea how long we spent in the Injustice League's lair) I feel like I could just break down and forget the world. Robin looks upset and I can see that he's gonna cry too. Poor him. He's only 13 years old and this is what happens to him. The life of a superhero can be tough.

I need to get to Wally. I need to. He's the only thing that keeps me sane on the team. The only thing that keeps me going. I only made fun of him the first time we met because I was head over heels in love with him and didn't know what to say....Then I guess when he called me a name I lost it and got carried away and instead of being friends like I wanted to, we ended up being enemies of a sort. And I was too 'tough' to say sorry. Holy crud Artemis why can't you do anything right?

"Oh, I'm sorry Greenie. Your boyfriend is going to stay with us until Daddy bats and the rest of the league hand over the codes of the watchtower." The joker chuckles, looking at me like I'm a kicked puppy. Oh, how I want to lunge at him and punch the sense -if he has any- out of his stupid skull. He takes Wally captive and dares to make it sound like a joke? Screw him. He's mine when we Attack.

"Artemis, calm down. We're gonna get him back," Cheshire touches my shoulder. "How?! By asking nicely?!" I snarl. Cheshire looks hurt but I'm too angry to bother. The Joker harms one more hair on Wally, and he gets punched in a place the sun don't shine.

"The clock is ticking...we don't have all day," The joker taps his wrist impatiently and I feel anger rising like a tidal wave. "Batman, what are we gonna do?!" The Flash asks. Batman for once, looks dumbfounded. "Forget plan, I'm going for attacking!" i growl. "Artemis! Don't!" Green Arrow yells. But I don't care. "Give me those," I snatch Green Arrow's bow and his bag of arrows and despite the shouts of protest, I fire an arrow straight at the joker's face. He side steps easily and gives me a look. No words can describe How Much I want to punch him.

"Now now Greenie, don't be so rash." The joker wags his finger at me. I growl. Red grows at the corner of my vision. "Don't call me Greenie! And let Wally go before I do something you'll regret!" I snarl. "Aw, young love. So touching," Vertigo smirks, tightening his grip around Wally's neck. Crap.

Robin, M'gann, Zatanna and Kauldar gasp. But we can't do anything. We're too tired and injured to do anything. But I'll try. I'll break all my bones or become Paralysed and even die to save Wally. The boy I love.

"LET GO OF MY NEPHEW!" The flash yells. Batman, Martian Manhunter and Green Arrow try to hold him back but he struggles free. In a blink of an eye, he's gone. I look around, and not to my surprise, he's attempting to punch the sh*t out of the joker. But he sidesteps easily. How is he doing that?

"He took some of the team's powers away," Green Arrow says after seeing my confused look. Zatara mutters Something under his breath and the Flash is lifted into the air -he struggles of course- and back to us, where Superman holds him back. "We can't just stand here! Wally is being strangled to death and we're just standing casually not lifting a finger!" I yell. Everyone stares at me sympathetically. "We can't do anything Artemis. What if Vertigo kills Wally? It'll be game over then." Black Canary says.

"Team, get to the Watch tower. There's a medical team waiting to get you cleaned and have your wounds bandaged. I'm not risking anyone dying. We'll get Wally, find Conner and come back. But I need you to leave," Batman says sternly. "No." Robin says, His voice hoarse but defiant. Everyone else has a stony look on their face and im surprised Batman ISNT cowering in fear. It's a wonder how we're all standing. Without food and water for days, tortured, yet still standing and willing to fight. That's what we do.