The warehouse roof was slick with rain, the night air tense as the Team prepared to breach. Artemis crouched by the ledge, bow at the ready, her partner beside her. Their silence was heavier than the storm overhead. Robin’s voice crackled through the comms, calm and sharp: “Positions ready? On my mark—”

Artemis didn’t answer. Instead, her jaw tightened, the words boiling over as she finally snapped, turning her head toward him, grabbing him suddenly by his collar.

“Do you actually have a problem with me? Because one second we’re fine, and the next you act like everything’s my fault. So which is it? Are we able to be teammates or do I have to leave the team?!”

Her voice cut sharper than her arrows, lingering in the rain-soaked air while Robin’s voice called again in her ear, unheard. He raised his hand to unmute his earpiece when she grabbed his hand with her other hand, refusing to let him just play it off like always. She held his gaze, refusing to move until he finally cleared this up.