(nope, I'm back)

Artemesia looked around as she heard another exclamation- it was obviously from Keith. You can't just follow him around... and he said he doesn't need your help. So just focus on the fact that you have to fight for your life from now on. She looked around the room. To her surprise, it was in perfect condition.

The bed was a simple circular bed with red satin sheets and one pillow. The floor was a black tile with a few cracks, and the walls were the same color. A bathroom was off to the side. There was a glass case similar to the one in the Watchtower. She hung the outfit and lasso there, pulling out her hair tie and letting her hair out.

She walked up toward the walls and her eyes widened when she saw what covered them. The walls had pictures of the former members of the Justice League. Most were out of costume. A smiling man with blonde hair and kind blue eyes. Beside him, a young man with an adorable and slightly childish smirk. Three men with dark hair- one having a bright smile, the other with his arm around the first one's shoulder, and the last man was glancing at the woman at his side with an annoyed grimace. The woman.. she had long, dark hair and fair skin. Her eyes were a light brown, and the corners crinkled with a smile.

Aquaman. Flash. Superman, Green Lantern, Batman. And Wonder Woman. She thought as she looked over each one.

I-if its not a problem. I-Im not exactly sure what my powers are at the moment, if any.. She said

Trudging on Keith found his respective room, opened the door, walked in, shut the door, and fell to his knees. He felt something he hadn't felt since that night, despair. He started chucking softly and sobbing quietly, it felt unnatural, yet calming to let it all out. He ignored the scenery of the room around him, all he could hear and see was a boy's face, a copy of his own but with brown eyes, green hair, and a crude expression, laughing at him with blood dribbling down the sides of their extremely pale face.

She heard his sobs and pressed her ear against the wall. Is he crying....? Artemesia leaned forward, tapping the wall lightly with a fist. "Keith?" She called softly, still against the wall. "Can I talk to you once without us fighting? Just once?"

Keith sat up surprised he turned his head towards the door, all he could hear was Artemisia's voice twisting into the manic voice. He got to his feet and backed away from the door. Shaking heavily, "Stay back! I-...I-...I'm warning you." He said shakily, utterly confused. He made no move towards the door.

She stepped back, surprised. "S-sorry..." She sat down on the bed, confused. "I won't do that again."

Keith was against the nearest wall, his face was red and streaked with tears. He breathed unevenly, in a world of his own.

Is he crying? About what? He's not okay... She got up and left the room, walking towards his door and then knocking lightly on it. "Okay. Open it or I'm coming in," she growled.

Nothing but silence. Keith slid down the wall and sat in the corner.

"Of course. I was just about to put it down anyways." He said with a smile as he handed her the broom before stumbling off down the hall clearly exhausted. Each room was labeled with the symbols on their suits so it was easy to find his own. Pushing the door opened he was met with the sight of bright red walls like the suit, each with golden trim. There was tile here, white tile that needed to swept bit was otherwise was fine. In the corner was a case like the one the costume came from thus he tossed the stupid thing at it before falling into the bed. The sheets were fleece, deep red in color. Myles was nearly asleep before he touched the bed.