Full Sum: "Artemis has been blackmailed by the Shadows to be the mole on the team. But, Artemis is a double agent. Sent with Batman's blessing to spy on the Shadows while feeding them mostly false information. With the final battle against The Light nearing, Artemis's mother is taken by the Shadows as insurance. This is the record Artemis's quest to turn off the Light as the team works to retrieve her mother and fight a separate battle. But will she get to join her team in the final battle or will she die trying?"

HEY! MY FIRST MULTI-CHAP! I'll prolly update this about once every two weeks maybe...I already have the first six chapters done. I'm planning on having about...*flips through multi-colored striped fat book* 11 chapters plus an Epilogue! This is basically what I wanted to happen in season 1. I didn't like that Roy was a clone and the mole. I like his arms- I mean him!- too much for that. Anywho... I am really going to depend on feedback you guys. So please, please, please REVIEW! I don't care if its just to flame me or tell me that this story is pointless and unrealistic (And in case you do say that...just know that I don't care...It's FANfiction. I can do whatever. K? ^.^) So without further adieu...I give you chapter 1!
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DON'T OWN ANYTHING! Sadly...

Every memory of looking out the back door,

I have the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor,

It's time to say it, time to say it,

Good-bye, Good-bye

Every memory of walking out the front door,

Found the photo of the friend that I was looking for,

It's time to say it, time to say it,

Good-bye, Good-bye.

~Nickleback: Photograph

Every picture was spread out on her bedroom floor. Every memory, every smile, every laugh, every frown, every glare, every smirk ever caught on camera covered the floor. Only a small pathway from her door to where she was currently sitting was a clear path. She had looked at all of them, each with the same sadness in her eyes, each with the same tears falling from her eyes. With every tear came the regret and shame of being the mole, the traitor, the enemy.

Artemis clutched a picture to her chest, squeezing her eyes shut, as if by doing so she could relive that day, that moment of happiness. But it was impossible; she was a traitor, she didn't deserve the happiness the team gave her, she didn't deserve them. Slowly, her breathing calmed down and she wiped her tear stained face. She stood up shakily, her knees popping in reluctance. With great care she folded the picture and stuck it inside her inner jacket pocket. Again she wiped her eyes before leaving the room, leaving to do the deed that had to be done.

She opened the door to find an empty hallway, which was no surprise; they were probably all still inside the great room, watching the video game master battle it out with his lesser subjects. She smiled at the thought of Robin beating Wally at every game, every time. Her smile then faded into a frown; this could possibly be their last memory of her. She didn't want to be remembered like this, but that's what she deserved. It's what she got for becoming too attached.

At first the plan had been simple, gain the trust of the Justice League and its younger version while feeding the Shadows information. She was a double agent, a "defector in place" as it were. All had been going fine, she kept her distance from the team and things weren't complicated, that is until Batman offered a compromise… Continue to "spy" on them but at the same time, turn around and spy on the Shadows for the Justice League; a way out of the Shadows. And she gladly took it, but good things can get complicated fast. Being a spy for both sides confused her. She broke down more than once and had more than one identity crisis. Was she Artemis or Tigress? And where was Artemis Crock in this mess she called life?

It wasn't long before she was secretly suspended from the Young Justice League, Batman had told her to "figure out where your loyalties lie", a task easier said than done. The Shadows had found out that she was suspended, and wasted no time in threatening her to finish the job before they did something unfortunate to her mother. Frightened that her own father would threaten to do bodily harm to his ex-wife, Artemis ran to Batman for help. After she explained what had gone down, Batman sighed heavily. Matters had just gotten worse and the stakes just got higher. It was only a matter of time before the Shadows would send the messenger to tell her when the job needed to be completed. And come he did, much sooner than expected, sooner than she was prepared for, and Artemis wanted so badly to just shoot the messenger and pretend it never happened. Five days, she had said. The message had been passed to her three days ago. In that short time they had pieced together a sad excuse of a plan that had many holes, many things that could go wrong. A plan that called for breaking the hearts of the only people she ever loved more than herself, other than her mother. It wasn't the best plan. But it was the only plan.

Quickly she returned herself to the matter at hand, finding Batman. Not an easy task, for the man was just like his protégé, or his protégé was just like him; they both were like ninjas. They could disappear if you didn't watch them close enough and would reappear right behind you if you weren't careful enough, Speaking of which… She turned around and come face to face with the man himself.

"You were looking for me?" he asked gruffly.

Artemis nodded. "Tomorrow's the day." She told him softly.

Batman grunted. "You're sure that this is how you want it to go down?" he asked her concernedly.

She nodded again. "It's the only way." She said looking down at the floor, not wanting him to see the tears that were starting to cloud her vision.

She felt a heavy, gloved hand grip her shoulder and she looked up sadly. The Dark Knight's face had softened in understanding. He nodded grimly, for he too hated that it had to be this way. It was their last test. The last thing they had to accomplish. The menacing wall standing between the teams and the Justice League.

Artemis exhaled deeply and rubbed her eyes, clearing them up. "Don't let them start without me." She said with a hint of cynicism.

"Make sure you stay on task." Batman told her, still grim. "Don't hesitate." he advised.

She sighed again and turned to leave, but then stopped short. "Do they have my mother?" she asked, not facing him.

"Yes." was the reply.

She took in a shuddering breath, trying to stay calm.

"They'll get her back." He assured her.

"I know. I trust them to." She told him before walking on toward the great room.

When she arrived inside the room she saw Megan and Connor inside the kitchen, the two of them flirting while cooking. Megan smiled brightly at her, and Artemis forced a smile in return, causing Megan's smile to falter. Inwardly cursing herself, Artemis moved on toward the couch where Robin and Wally were battling it out in a game of Left 4 Dead, with Kaldur watching as the two slayed the zombies left and right.

"Hey Arty!" Wally said, not looking away from the screen.

"Hey Baywatch," Artemis answered, sitting on the adjacent couch.

Wally looked quizzically at the screen, puzzled at her tone of voice. "What's up?" he asked her.

"It can wait," she told him.

Both boys glanced at each other with frowns on their faces. Robin paused the game and they set down the controllers. Now it was Artemis's turn to look puzzled. Megan and Connor came into the room with equally puzzled expressions.

"What's bothering you, Artemis?" Megan asked, wiping her hands on a kitchen towel.

Artemis's expression turned grim and she leaned forward and stared at her hand. "Things that are beyond my control." She told them.

The team shared a confused look. "What things?" Robin asked.

She took in a long breath, steadying her shaky breathing. "Tomorrow, the Shadows will send up a signal from an abandoned warehouse near the Gotham Harbor. It's a trap. Batman knows this and will tell you the specifics on what you are to do." She said.

"Artemis," Wally asked, "how do you know this?"

Artemis looked at Kaldur with cloudy eyes. "My dad is Sportsmaster, my sister is Cheshire, and my mother was Huntress- before the accident. The bad thing about living in a house full of villains is that you are trained to become one also." She said.

With the exception of Megan's surprised gasp the room immediately fell into a tense silence. The team watched Kaldur's grim expression and Artemis's sad one. They saw the tears start to form, but she angrily blinked them away as she looked back down at her hands, and then inhaled shakily.

"I would be the mole that Sportsmaster-my dad- kept talking about. And I know what I've done is wrong, and I know that you are extremely mad at me, but please, please-" she looked up to them all, tears at the corners of her eyes. "-they have my mother. And I wouldn't doubt for a second that Sportsmaster will be the one to harm her. Please, promise me that you'll see her safe return. Please." She pleaded.

Megan's face of shock as the tears started to form was too much for Artemis to handle. "Why?" was all the Martian asked.

"My mother isn't able to defend herself as much as she used to, and she's the only family I have left- the only family I care about really," she added bitterly. "It's the only way they could ever get me to cooperate. I would never betray you if they hadn't taken my mother." she said, her voice cracking toward the end.

She floated to the archer's side and touched her shoulder, understanding and sympathy forming in her amber eyes. Artemis looked away, fighting back tears, breathing deeply. Megan looked to the others of the team, pleading for Artemis. Superboy walked over to Megan and gave her a reassuring smile. She immediately broke into a bright smile, but her expression quickly turned to one of anxiety as she looked to the other boys for their answered.

Robin looked to Kaldur, who nodded. Megan beamed at them then turned to Wally, who looked sick and was looking everywhere but at them. Megan left Artemis's side and floated over to Wally's and laid a hand on his shoulder, "Wally?" she asked softly.

Both Wally and Artemis's heads whipped up, their eyes meeting the others immediately. Artemis looked as sick as Wally, and a small tear started rolling slowly down her cheek. Quickly she looked away, wiping it away before the others noticed it, but they did see it. She then stood, walking away from them in a carefully calculated escape route.

Robin stood up. "Wait, Artemis." He said.

She stopped, turning to him with a hurt expression.

"You kept saying 'you' like you weren't coming with us. You are going to be with us right?" he asked.

They all looked at her, and she wore a small hurt smile. "No, Red Arrow's taking my place. The place that should have been his in the first place." She said.

"You know we don't feel that way. Not now, not ever." Wally growled, speaking for them all.

"I know, Baywatch." She said softly with a fleeting smile before turning to continue her previous escape route.

"Where will you be?" Robin asked her.

She stopped, her gaze holding steady on the hallway ahead of her. After a short pause she turned around and answered, "Where I've always belonged, fighting on no one side but my own. Alone. Taking them out from the inside."

"We will find your mother and return her to you. And we will find you and help you as much as we can." Kaldur stated, standing.

She nodded with a small, appreciative smile. "Thank you."

"Are you trying to get yourself killed?" Wally growled, standing.

She smiled wryly, and then sobered. "Some advice when fighting my dad: don't believe him. He'll say anything to get to you. Don't let him get to you." She said, talking pointedly to Superboy who nodded in response. "And tell my sister that I'm returning the favor." She straightened herself off.

She continued the journey to her room, and as soon as the door closed she sank to the floor in sobs. She had stabbed them all in the back, and then with the same knife, ripped her own heart out. Hearing Megan gasp in disbelief, watching Kaldur's expression turn grim, those she could handle, though each of them were like a stab to the heart. What tore her heart out was Wally's sick expression. Out of all of them, she had grown most attached to Wally, despite their rocky start. Last year, things had really taken off. They finally reached an understanding, and from there things went uphill. That's why this was so hard on her.

She stood and wiped her tears. She inhaled several ragged breaths, trying to regain her composure. She turned off the lights, and then walked the cleared path to her bed. Changing into her pajamas, she crawled under the covers. Burying her face into her pillow she cried herself to sleep. Not that she slept much anyway. All through the night, she had reoccurring nightmares of what her father would say if he saw her now. She found herself drowning in the sea of tears, misery, and her father's voice.