A/N: So my plan was to update yesterday with the whole chapter, because it was my birthday, but alas, Young Justice RP is controlling my life now. Anyways, thank you guys so much for the reviews, favorites, and alerts! I love you!

And, as a present to you from me, on my birthday, I give you a past-revealing chapter of Take the Shot!...Although it definitely isn't my favorite chapter.

Question of the day (answer in reviews): How old do you think I am? I'm very curious :)

"So you have told no one else of this...mole?" Red Tornado asked Kaldur and I as the three of us stood in the training room alone.

"We cannot be sure one exists," Aqualad frowned, crossing his arms. "And if it does, if the team is being betrayed from within, I must investigate without...tipping my hand. But, perhaps we should tell Batman?"

"He'd seem like the type to know how to handle these things," I added carefully.

"Generally, the Batman expects the team to handle it's own problems, but the decision is yours," Red answered, walking past us and towards the teleporter. "I will return after my monitor duty at the Watchtower."

"I thought you were exempt from monitor duty?" Kaldur asked. "Since becoming our...den mother."

The computer called out Red's identification number as the light began to glow, and he turned to face us. If he had any facial expressions, I would probably guess he was smirking. "I agreed to cover for Green Arrow. He has an...interpersonal affair with Black Canary. A...hot date."

My face morphed into an expression of utter disgust as Tornado disappeared, and I rolled my eyes. "That's the last thing I needed to hear about GA and Canary. I get enough of the play-by-play at home." I began to walk towards the teleporter, tapping the coordinates of the zeta beam in the Hall of Justice. Kaldur watched me straighten my shoulder bag with a raised eyebrow.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm meeting up with a friend of mine for lunch," I replied, trying to make my avoidance of his eyes not seem like it was a big deal. The last thing I need is for him to think I was the mole. "I expect I'll be back later if this 'hot date' thing runs its course."

I gave him a two-fingered salute before a flash of light clouded my vision, and I was suddenly standing on the landing pad at the Hall. The Flash looked up from his magazine and grinned at me as I stepped onto the carpet. There was a chorus of oos and ahs from above us as tourists snapped photos from the window looking in. I rolled my eyes as Barry hugged me. "How're you doing, kiddo?" he greeted, ruffling my hair.

Shoving him off, I fixed him with a mock glare. "Pretty good, considering the circumstances," I shrugged as he led me down the hallway and out of the tourist's sight. We stopped in front of a door and he punched in a code to the keypad before it slid open, revealing an interrogation room. There was a two-way mirror separating the first room from the second, which had an obnoxious florescent glow to it. "How long do I get?"

He glanced at the clock behind us as he shut the door, before offering a comforting smile. "As long as you'd like, kiddo. I've got all day."

"Thanks, Barry." He nodded, and I slowly opened the door that led to the next room, before taking a seat on one side of the metal table.

"Hey," I greeted quietly, biting my lip. "How are you doing?"

"How am I doing?" the person in front of me repeated incredulously, flicking her blonde hair over her shoulder. "Not too well, I'd say. After all, you all are keeping me trapped here."

I rolled my eyes, leaning back in the chair and crossing my arms. "I'm sorry, would you rather we send you to prison?"

Aphrodite was silent, avoiding my eyes as she stared at the ceiling tiles, before she smirked, placing her feet upon the table. "So I heard you got to play the taxing role of myself last week. How'd you like it?"

"As fun as it was, I think I'll stick to being me."

"Good, I'm glad," she offered me one of her rare smiles – the kind that always gave me a comforted feeling. "I don't want you to be like me...not again."

"Why not?"

"Why not?" she repeated incredulously, her feet hitting the floor with a loud thud as she sat up in her chair. "The last thing I want is for you to go back to that torture."

"You say that as if it will happen again," I muttered, avoiding her eyes. "As if he'll come back."

She sighed, and I could hear the sympathy and pity in her next statement, "He's already come back."

"You're lying," I glared. "He's dead."

"He's not dead –"

"Yes he is!" I shouted as I stood up, the chair clanging to the floor. "I killed him!"

"Sit down," she commanded. I didn't listen to her, and instead chose to pace the room, running my fingers through my hair. "Athene, you didn't kill him. Do you really think you can electrocute a man with the power of electricity?"

"I..." I had honestly never thought about that. It was so long ago...Nine years now? Everything seemed much simpler then. "I..."

"Dad played you, kid," she continued. "He played me, the League, Ares...he got all of us good."

"Then where is he now?"

"Can't say for sure," Aphrodite shrugged indifferently as I took a seat in front of her again. "I get letters that appear out of nowhere from him, but he has no return address."

"Do you have any of the letters?" Maybe, if we're lucky, we can trace the prints at the cave and find out who delivers them.

"I burn them after I read them." She gave me a suspicious look. "Why do you need them. You're not thinking of tracking him down, are you?" I bit my lip, fixing my gaze at a dent on the table that I had made. "You are!"

"I'll do anything to stop him, Aphrodite. You know that."

"But you're looking to get yourself killed!" she protested. "You don't need to go after him, Athene. You've already gotten out. Be thankful. You're free; don't pull yourself back in just because you think it's the right thing to do."

"But it is the right thing to do," I frowned. "I'm supposed to go after him. It's what I do."

"Can't you just ignore it?"

"And let him take over the world and do the same thing to innocent people like he did to my mom? No thank you."

"Oh, now you're turning it into revenge."

I rubbed my face, annoyed, and peered at her through my fingers. "It's not just that, it's –"

"It sure sounds like it." She rolled her eyes, sighing. "Look, if you're really sure about doing this –"

"I am."

"Then I might be able to help." My head snapped up, and I stared at her incredulously. She shrugged with a small smile. "Hey, what are sisters for, right?"

"But you want something out of it, right?" another voice interrupted, and we both turned to the door to see Barry standing there, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed. He smirked at our obvious surprise. "Hey, I was paying attention. So what is it?"

"A get out of jail free card," she replied, biting her lip. At our hesitant looks, she sighed. "I don't want to be held accountable for Dad's actions anymore."

"The problem is, we're not too sure we can trust you," Flash frowned. "We don't know if as soon as we let you go, you're going to manipulate thousands of people again."

"I wont be able to if you take away my powers." We froze, not expecting that in the least. "Athene, I want to be normal. This is the only way I can be. After this is all over, I want someone to take my powers away. No more mind control, no more lightning."

"Are you serious?"

"As a heart attack."

Flash extended his arm forward. "It's a deal," he grinned. "Of course, I'll have to talk to the League about it, but still. Who's hungry?"

My communicator beeped, making me sigh. "I think I'll have to pass on that, unfortunately. Looks like the Team needs me."

"If you're sure," he teased. "I was gonna get ice cream."

"You sound like Kid Flash," I replied, laughing as I backed up towards the door. "I'll be back tomorrow, Aphrodite."

"See you then, Athene," she saluted me, before turning to Flash as I closed the door behind me. "About that ice cream..."