Split-Brain Syndrome, by Asa (teen)
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Fandom Category: Young Justice
Pairing: Artemis Crock/Dick Grayson
Fic Title: Split-Brain Syndrome
Author: asa
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/425123
Rating/Warning(s): teen and up
Genre: season 1 fic. romance/humor
WIP?: nope
Why This Must Be Read: Girl likes boy. Girl likes another boy. Boy is the same person. —Robin/Artemis/Dick. This is a rather an awesome fic that first converted me to the idea of Dick/Artemis. It's season one fic, so it has them still young. I just absolutely love the whole Artemis/Dick verses Artemis/Robin aspect of this, though you kind feel like "poor Artemis, she has no clue." Still, fun and well written.
"That was a terrible lie, by the way."
She flushes under the warm Parisian sun. "What was?"
Robin shakes his head, smiling. "A boyfriend all the way in Gotham, Artemis?" He pauses to take a bite of his crepe, and nice and gentlemanlike, waits until he's swallowed to continue. "We both know a long distance thing really isn't your style."
She rolls her eyes. "Neither are you, Boy Wonder, and yet here we are, doing lunch in a bistro in Paris. One might think your intentions here are romantic." She takes a careful, reserved sip at the wine, as prim and proper and stuck up as she can, and it's painfully obvious that she doesn't do this much when it spills all over the table. He snorts. She smiles and sets the glass down, narrows her eyes suspiciously. "How are you paying for this, anyway?"
A shrug. "I'll hide it in the batarang budget."
"The batarang—?"
"It's a lot heftier than you'd think," he answers simply.
They're quiet for a bit, finishing off the food and enjoying for a moment the chatter around them. It's not just a little insane that they're here in Paris, because, honestly, when he said But we're going out to eat later, my treat, she'd been expecting something like pizza at the place a block from the Cave, but this is definitely something new and exciting and different, and she supposes she can't say that Robin ever does anything halfway. In any case, it's been an educational experience for both of them: she learned that Robin knows at least five different languages and that they can converse with each other in French and some Vietnamese (she's surprised that he knows that one at all, because Chinese and Japanese and Korean all seem more practical for a vigilante—but hey, she's not complaining), and he learned that she loves exploring cuisine, as evidenced by her inability to choose where and what to eat when he offered, quite simply, 'anywhere in the world, but it's lunchtime in Europe.'
Robin decides to ruin it. "Artemis," he starts for the tenth time, and she sighs before he even gets it out, "I really am sorry about the kiss. I didn't mean—"
Artemis is getting tired of this. "Robin, I already told you—"
"No, come on." He pushes his plate with its half-eaten meal away, his appetite swiftly diminished. "You went for my junk, whatever, but I kissed you, got all up in your face and it's not like it was a peck on the cheek, Artemis, it was the full blown deal and we were both all gross and it was nasty and an invasion of your personal space."
"Well, Rob," she says, motioning to the table and the view of the city and the food he's already paid for, "You've already made it up to me." She smiles warmly, pushes her own finished plate into the table and stands, stretches.
He follows suit, fixes his sunglasses. "Glad you enjoyed it."
"Ready to Zeta back?"
"I'm really sorry."
She sighs, shakes her head. Comes over, gives him a peck on the cheek.
"Let's do it again sometime, okay?"
And she puts her hand in his and guides him to their exit.
Fandom Category: Young Justice
Pairing: Artemis Crock/Dick Grayson
Fic Title: Split-Brain Syndrome
Author: asa
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/425123
Rating/Warning(s): teen and up
Genre: season 1 fic. romance/humor
WIP?: nope
Why This Must Be Read: Girl likes boy. Girl likes another boy. Boy is the same person. —Robin/Artemis/Dick. This is a rather an awesome fic that first converted me to the idea of Dick/Artemis. It's season one fic, so it has them still young. I just absolutely love the whole Artemis/Dick verses Artemis/Robin aspect of this, though you kind feel like "poor Artemis, she has no clue." Still, fun and well written.
"That was a terrible lie, by the way."
She flushes under the warm Parisian sun. "What was?"
Robin shakes his head, smiling. "A boyfriend all the way in Gotham, Artemis?" He pauses to take a bite of his crepe, and nice and gentlemanlike, waits until he's swallowed to continue. "We both know a long distance thing really isn't your style."
She rolls her eyes. "Neither are you, Boy Wonder, and yet here we are, doing lunch in a bistro in Paris. One might think your intentions here are romantic." She takes a careful, reserved sip at the wine, as prim and proper and stuck up as she can, and it's painfully obvious that she doesn't do this much when it spills all over the table. He snorts. She smiles and sets the glass down, narrows her eyes suspiciously. "How are you paying for this, anyway?"
A shrug. "I'll hide it in the batarang budget."
"The batarang—?"
"It's a lot heftier than you'd think," he answers simply.
They're quiet for a bit, finishing off the food and enjoying for a moment the chatter around them. It's not just a little insane that they're here in Paris, because, honestly, when he said But we're going out to eat later, my treat, she'd been expecting something like pizza at the place a block from the Cave, but this is definitely something new and exciting and different, and she supposes she can't say that Robin ever does anything halfway. In any case, it's been an educational experience for both of them: she learned that Robin knows at least five different languages and that they can converse with each other in French and some Vietnamese (she's surprised that he knows that one at all, because Chinese and Japanese and Korean all seem more practical for a vigilante—but hey, she's not complaining), and he learned that she loves exploring cuisine, as evidenced by her inability to choose where and what to eat when he offered, quite simply, 'anywhere in the world, but it's lunchtime in Europe.'
Robin decides to ruin it. "Artemis," he starts for the tenth time, and she sighs before he even gets it out, "I really am sorry about the kiss. I didn't mean—"
Artemis is getting tired of this. "Robin, I already told you—"
"No, come on." He pushes his plate with its half-eaten meal away, his appetite swiftly diminished. "You went for my junk, whatever, but I kissed you, got all up in your face and it's not like it was a peck on the cheek, Artemis, it was the full blown deal and we were both all gross and it was nasty and an invasion of your personal space."
"Well, Rob," she says, motioning to the table and the view of the city and the food he's already paid for, "You've already made it up to me." She smiles warmly, pushes her own finished plate into the table and stands, stretches.
He follows suit, fixes his sunglasses. "Glad you enjoyed it."
"Ready to Zeta back?"
"I'm really sorry."
She sighs, shakes her head. Comes over, gives him a peck on the cheek.
"Let's do it again sometime, okay?"
And she puts her hand in his and guides him to their exit.
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