A/N: I wrote this after yukiiix on Tumblr made a Spitfire Youtube video to Gym Class Heroes' "Stereo Hearts" at my nutty request. I wrote this a while ago and posted it on Tumblr, but I thought I'd share on here also to keep us from going nuts from the absence of an episode this coming Friday.

Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice.

Stereo Heart
Dedicated to yukiiix on Tumblr

Sometimes there isn't a fine line between love and hate, especially if that line comprises of a tone-deaf speedster, a sappy song, and a irked archer.

Artemis hated a lot of things.

She hated getting splinters that you could feel but could not see. She hated wearing sweaters that turned her hair into an electrical outlet. She hated people who were adamant about continuing conversations in public bathrooms (seriously, when is it ever appropriate to gossip while taking a dump?).

And today, she added one more thing to the endless list of things she hated: road-trips with Wally—Wally-stinkin-West. Wally-won't-shut-up-for-a-minute-West. Wally-I'm-the-driver-so-I-get-to-choose-what-songs-we-listen-to-West.


Artemis briefly wondered how painful it would be if she jumped out of the convertible right now; or maybe if she were lucky, she'd just black-out and slip into a coma and never have to listen to that horrendous singing for a few months.

"If I could only find a note to make you understand, I'd sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the hand!"

She grimaced and slowly turned to Wally attempting to rap—keyword: attempting. He was holding the steering wheel with one hand, and drumming the fingers of his other hand on the car-door to either the beat of the song or the bumps on the road—she really couldn't tell. He caught her eye and winked, and continued to the chorus.

"My heart's a stereo; it beats for you, so listen close: hear my thoughts in every no-o-o-te!"

Artemis bit the inside of her mouth to keep from screaming the string of exasperated profanity just waiting to be vomited out. She instead channeled that restless energy into running her fingers through her hair, and winced at all the wind-blown knots. Great. Plus-one to the list of things she hated.

Wally switched hands on the steering wheel and grabbed Artemis's hand in his own. She looked over again and saw him smiling at her as he continued to sing.

"Make me your radio; turn me up when you feel low. This melody was meant for you—just sing along to my stereo."

He lifted her hand to his lips, and then delicately kissed her—first near her wrist, and then the back of her palm, and finally the diamond ring on her finger.

Artemis couldn't help herself. She grinned, and that grin morphed into a smile, which gradually erupted into laughter.

Don't get her wrong; she still hated car-rides with Wally West.



But he was her Wally West, and—with a defeated sigh—she admitted he was her (tone-deaf) radio with the stereo heart that only beats for her.