Ficlet: "Learn From The Past"
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nevannaFandom: Young Justice (TV)
Characters: Artemis and Cheshire
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, and I do not profit from their use.
Summary: Artemis knows, too well, what each of her parents wants from her.
Words: 200
Notes: Assumes Season 1 canon knowledge. Written for the "high school" prompt at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Learn From The Past
“Nice uniform, schoolgirl.”
Artemis looks up just in time to see a familiar, costumed figure drop from a nearby fire escape. “I’m not looking for a fight, if that’s what you’re wondering,” Cheshire continues. “I just wanted to congratulate you on your brand-new start at Gotham Academy. Can’t you just imagine what Dad would say?”
“I don’t care what he has to say about me,” Artemis says, and halfway believes it.
“Let me guess: Mommy Dearest talked you into it?”
“Maybe I don’t want to let her down,” Artemis fires back. As she knotted her uniform necktie on the first morning, she’d never felt less like herself… whoever that even is. She looked back over her shoulder as she walked out the door, just in time to see her mother’s proud, hopeful smile.
She knows, too well, what each of her parents wants from her.
“It’s a cute little game you’ve got going,” Cheshire remarks. “High school student by day, do-gooder by night. Careful not to get them mixed up.”
“I can’t believe you’re telling me to be careful.”
Cheshire’s smirk is audible beneath her mask. “If you want to keep up either of your disguises, you’ll have to be.”
Characters: Artemis and Cheshire
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, and I do not profit from their use.
Summary: Artemis knows, too well, what each of her parents wants from her.
Words: 200
Notes: Assumes Season 1 canon knowledge. Written for the "high school" prompt at
comicdrabblesLearn From The Past
“Nice uniform, schoolgirl.”
Artemis looks up just in time to see a familiar, costumed figure drop from a nearby fire escape. “I’m not looking for a fight, if that’s what you’re wondering,” Cheshire continues. “I just wanted to congratulate you on your brand-new start at Gotham Academy. Can’t you just imagine what Dad would say?”
“I don’t care what he has to say about me,” Artemis says, and halfway believes it.
“Let me guess: Mommy Dearest talked you into it?”
“Maybe I don’t want to let her down,” Artemis fires back. As she knotted her uniform necktie on the first morning, she’d never felt less like herself… whoever that even is. She looked back over her shoulder as she walked out the door, just in time to see her mother’s proud, hopeful smile.
She knows, too well, what each of her parents wants from her.
“It’s a cute little game you’ve got going,” Cheshire remarks. “High school student by day, do-gooder by night. Careful not to get them mixed up.”
“I can’t believe you’re telling me to be careful.”
Cheshire’s smirk is audible beneath her mask. “If you want to keep up either of your disguises, you’ll have to be.”
