Welcome to Artemis's Batcave

Welcome to my little cave. Thanks for coming by. Have a seat, get yourself some tea or coffee, and let's enjoy a tranquil night by ourselves while i tell you my story.

I am Artemis. Born a Friday, in October, the 12th, my years of age too much to tell, yet I'm constantly told I am a 'frozen in time 18 year old'

You may have noticed my love for the obscure. Humans are known to be talented at portraying their art in the most unearthly and ominous ways. It attracts me.

Nights like these, in the manor are spent with the glorious scent released from the dirt under the rain, mixed with the fragance of freshly served coffee beans under the warm one of milk, habitually London After Midnight or Rosetta Stone, perhaps Siouxsie And The Banshees if not Depeche Mode, sending their tunes, with their chords and lyrics like waves through the athmosphere, a book by my hands, writings about my own people who've perished behind me by the hands of humanity, stories labeled as... 'fiction'. Yet through my years of living, i've known these stories to heart.

That's why I stay by myself in this hidden place. All I have by me is Coffee, Books, Music, My seven cats... And the less frequent visitors, like you are. Which I'm not bothered by. I enjoy studying you people, and you need a lot of dedication to find this place. It pulls my heart's strings, having a visitor every few years. Sometimes it's decades, sometimes centuries. And yet... I've never had someone as pleasant to be around like you come by. Oh... You...? I like you.