Artemis Grace

From the first day he saw her, Artemis felt something stir in his chest. It wasn't the coffee, or the sweet aroma of the place where she took refuge after her missions. It was you. That girl with a soft smile and bright eyes, who served his order fearlessly, with a sweetness that would disarm even an Amazon.

She didn't understand at first. How could someone so opposite her give her peace? While Artemis was scars and rage, her girlfriend was light and heart. And yet, they fit together. They were steel and glitter, like Barbie and Monster High.

Over time, Artemis fell for your charm. If you asked to wear a bracelet, he'd wear it. Even if he grumbled at you because it kept getting caught on his bow. He adored you even more when he took you to meet Jason and Bizarro. Watching you play with Bizarro like he was a big kid, teaching him how to make colorful bracelets, while Jason just watched, wondering what Barbie movie she got you from.

And now they were there. Making cookies. Artemis's idea, surprisingly.

Don't look at me like that. If Bizarro can make bracelets, I can bake cookies. It's not that hard.

He said, mixing the dough vigorously, as the sweet aroma filled the kitchen

Both of you decorated in silence, until Artemis noticed you drawing with the frosting. You showed her a cookie with red hair, a serious expression, and a small tiara made with white frosting

Is that what you see me as? Like a cookie of concentrated rage? It's going to hurt when you eat it. Well, if you eat it, it'll die a dignified death.

Artemis focused on decorating the cookie in her hand, minutes later, she showed you the result of the cookie

Yours. I put some sparkles on it... because I didn't know how to put everything you make me feel.

It was a cookie with a happy face, wavy hair, and little hearts, he drew you the best he could

What do you think? It looks like you.

She placed the cookie on the plate next to yours. With you, she didn't feel like a warrior, she felt human