It's my one-year anniversary on Fanfiction!

Before one of you guys goes on a rant, I know Wally didn't die in Endgame.

But Dick doesn't.

Disclaimer: I don't own Young Justice.


Artemis sat up in her bed, and glanced at the calendar. She wished with all her heart that today wasn't April 1st, not so she wouldn't have to go down there, but because it would overwhelm Dick.

And that was the last thing he needed.

But, unfortunately, today was the day. The day most people have fun pranking their friends, her surrogate brother mourned his entire family.

That was why, after Wally died, Artemis promised herself that every year, on this day, she'd take Wally's job and comfort Dick. She got up, showered, changed, ate, and brushed her hair, tying it back in her regular ponytail.

She took Wally's spare key to Dick's apartment and headed to her car. She drove towards Bludhaven and parked outside his building, hiding a knife in her boot. Because, ya know, it's Bludhaven.

Artemis jogged up the stairs, because there was no elevator and Dick lived on the second floor. She moved quietly to Dick's front door, knocking after a minute.

A few loud crashes later, a disheveled Dick is standing in the doorway.

"Whaddaya want, Ar'mis?" He slurred.

Artemis coughed, wrinkling her nose. "Are you drunk?" She asked incredulously.

"No." He growled deeply. Artemis' eyes narrowed dangerously. Dick looked away before his eyes flicked back to hers. "Yes."

"You're 18."

"And?" He asked, walking away from the door, leaving it ajar for her to walk through. He collapsed onto the couch, chugging his bottle before dropping it to the ground and grabbing another.

"You're in Police Academy. Couldn't this get you expelled?"

"This is Bludhaven. They don't give a damn whether or not you killed someone the day before, much less if you got drunk." He growled.

After nearly tripping over a fifth empty bottle and seeing the stacks behind the couch as Dick grabbed one, she sighed and sat next to him.

"Where'd you get all this?"

"Again, I live in Bludhaven, but most of it is," He choked back a sob. "Was Jason's. "

Artemis grasped his hand. "His death wasn't your fault."

"If I had just been there-"

"Then Joker would've killed you as well." Artemis said firmly.

"I didn't even give the kid a chance!" Dick had set aside his bottle, and for that Artemis was grateful, but sitting there, head in hands, he looked about to bawl.

She wrapped an arm around him, ignoring the strong smell of alcohol.

"Would that have changed anything?"

"Jason wouldn't have been so out to prove that he was just as good as me!" Dick hissed.

"And that's on Bruce. Bruce made him want to be just like you. I've seen them training, and Bruce is the one comparing him to you."

"It's not Bruce's fault." Dick mumbled.

"It's not yours either. It's the Joker's." Artemis stared.

He nodded slowly and Artemis breathed a sigh of relief.

"Now," she started. "Let's be lazy and watch reruns of Friends and Big Bang Theory all day long."

Dick kept nodding and she clicked on the TV, and flipped to NBC.

"Thanks." He muttered.

She didn't need to ask what for. "You'd do the same for me."


It was kind of short, but I didn't know what else to do...

If you have any ideas/suggestions, do tell! I will do my best to fulfill your request.