A/N: As promised, here is part two.

Keystone City
11:05 PM

The last thing Artemis remembers is meeting with an associate in order to get intel on their new enemy, and then being thrown off the roof of Wayne Tower by Bruce's ex.

So when she felt her back resting on something that is way too soft and comfortable to be concrete, she wakes up instantly. She finds herself in a good sized apartment. Her crossbow is drawn, and it is pointed as the freckle-faced, redhead standing in front of her. A couch separates them.

"Easy!" he exclaims in a familiar voice.

His voice! her mind exclaims excitedly, but her face shows nothing but aggression.

"Easy," Not-Him states more calmly. "I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to ask you some questions."

"Who are you!?!" Artemis exclaims.
Her composure strengthing as she repeatedly tells herself that it is not Him--it can't be Him!

"And how did I get here?" she quickly adds.

The man takes a deep breath and tenses up--as if contemplating his chances of surviving a direct confrontation.

There are only two that could.
But one is dead, and the other she wishes was dead.

Instead, he opens his mouth and nervously says, "My name is Wally West, and I--"

"What did you just say!?!" Artemis exclaims in shock.

Her face must be showing her confusion and shock, because it appears that Not-Him is also displaying a similar look of confusion as he repeats his previous statement.
She tightens the grip on her crossbow as she cuts Not-Him off again.

"I know what you said!" she exclaims furiously. "Just...Why did you say that!?!"

"You ask for my name, and I told you my name," Not-Him replies confused. "Why...?"

"Because you can't be him!"

"And why's that?" a third voice says tauntingly from behind her.

Artemis quickly turns around sees her friend Nightwing taking a defensive position. Even through his mask, she can tell that his eyes hold no compasion towards her. Only anger.

"Dick!?!" she asks confused. "What's going on!?!"

Although he is taken aback by the declaration of his identity, he doesn't let it show.

He glares at her, as he reaffirms, "I asked you first. Why can't he be Wally West?"

Trying and failing to pull her mind out of the confusion-filled fog that has been draped over it, she says, "Because...One. The REAL Wally West would have known where I kept this crossbow. And two...."

Her voice all but dies when she tries to say the second part again. The tell-tale feeling of pin-pricks around her eyes tells her that she is already too late to keep herself from crying.

You're weak, Baby Girl, an masculine voice declares in her mind.

"And two?" Nightwing presses.

Although she doesn't want to say it, she knows that there is no way to leave a Bat's question unanswered, and walking away freely.

"B-be-because..." she starts weakly, turning away from them both in order to avoid there gazes.

"B-because he's DEAD!!" she finally exclaims while sobbing uncontrollably. "It's because he's dead, Dick! It's because..."

Her voice fails her along with her legs. She kneels on the floor in front of Nightwing; balling her eyes out. Her crossbow is long forgotten; thrown to some far corner of the room when she first exclaimed it.