A/N: Oh my gosh we got a ton of reviews in for the last chapter, didn't we? I fucking love you guys! Do it again! lol

Okay, so I got this review not to long ago from ytffan1995, and I felt that I needed to reply to set things straight. I have a rather long response; be prepared. So, here it goes: Yep, I've seen the episodes, the finale, the whole shebang. A couple times, actually. I can even name two new members joining the team in season 2 along with the plot for the first episode. If you're on tumblr, this starts to become, unfortunately, common knowledge. Heck, I even know the person who was kind enough to sub some of the episodes. She's pretty cool :)

I know how much this story will be shot straight to hell once what you, I, and some others know comes to light with the actual airing of Auld Acquaintances, but after a couple hours of having a panic attack while relaying my feelings and totally fucked situation to LifeandSushi during the process, I've finally gotten over it. Yes, I will admit that for about an hour after I watched said episodes (they were about a week or less old by the time I got to the finale), this story was in serious jeopardy. I almost stopped writing it altogether because I'm a dramatic bitch. But, don't worry, ytffan1995, I've got it covered and this story will remain unchanged (albeit it will be shorter than my original plan). In a sense, I'm taking creative license and am basically saying my Red Arrow will be much different than the show's.

I refuse to post spoilers on this fic, so if you're really confused, I can message you the links to the unaired episodes that she is referring to, and you can shatter your illusions of wonderfulness like I have and drown your sorrows in ice cream and the comfort of your own pillow afterwards. You have been warned.

I also have my second tumblr all about our lovely Roy, so go and follow that, too!

Anyways, sorry for the long reply and author's note. But please review!

"This past Fourth of July, five ice villains staged simultaneous attacks. Mr. Freeze, Icicle Jr, Killer Frost, Captain Cold, and Jack Frost were all easily apprehended. Perhaps too easily," Batman began, at another mission debrief. It was only Kaldur, Superboy, Megan, and I this time around, but we were joined by Red Tornado,Superman, and Martian Manhunter.

"Cold and Frost were immediately sent to Belle Reve Penitentiary – a federal prison designed to house super criminals. The 17 year old Icicle Jr was sent to a juvenile facility along with 12 year old Jack Frost. Mr. Freeze was sent to his usual cell in Arkham Asylum, but Freeze petitioned the court to be declared legally sane and Jr sued to be tried as an adult. As a result, both await transport to Belle Reve, which seems to have been the goal all along."

"And what about Jack?" I asked, tentatively.

"He escaped during transport to a juvenile facility, and the League is currently searching for him." My eyebrows rose. I didn't think he had it in him.

"I'm sending the three of you in to find out why the ice villains are meeting," Batman said, walking towards us.

"But who inside the prison will know their true identities?" Aqualad asked, speaking about Superboy, Megan, and I.

"No one," he answered. "We can't be certain the prison staff isn't compromised."

"Alright," I began. "So what's the plan?"

"Superboy and Miss Martian will pose as the Terror Twins." He pulled up images of the duo I had come to know as Tommy and Tuppence Terror. "While you, Echo, will be taking the place of Aphrodite, who is currently under custody of the League for questioning."

My eyes widened a fraction as J'onn placed a careful hand on my shoulder. Out of all the people I could be mimicking, it had to be her. Sure we look alike, but Batman had no right making me go through this. "But –"

"Is there a problem?" he cut across smoothly, giving me a warning look.

"No, no problem," I muttered back, avoiding everyone's eyes by looking at my shoes.

"Good," he strode up to us, and produced a bag from his cape and handed it to me. I opened it up and caught sight of multiple boxes of bleach blonde hair dye. "For Superboy and yourself."

Even under the current circumstances, Superboy's pained look at his statement made me laugh. This was going to be fun.

"Oh for the love of god, Superboy, sit still!" I commanded, shoving the clone back down onto the toilet as he tried once again to stand up. I had already gone ahead and lightened my already light blonde hair, giving me the more peroxide look Aphrodite had. There was green contacts sitting in the counter for me to put in before we left, but other than that I didn't have to do much. Not as much as Superboy, anyways.

"It stings," he growled, squeezing his eyes shut as the dye began to run down his forehead.

"You've got freaking super strength, you baby. Grow a pair and let me finish!" He grumbled under his breath about me being evil as I finished wiping the excess dye off his face. I shoved the plastic covering onto his head and slammed a magazine in his lap before setting a timer. "Now sit there and if you move, so help me god I will Canary Cry for an hour in your ear. Got it?" He nodded, still glaring at me. "I'll be back in ten minutes."

I closed the door to the bathroom behind me, blocking Superboy from the humiliation of having Kaldur and Megan see him like that. "One of these days, I'm going to choke him," I muttered, squeezing my hands together in the motion as I entered the kitchen.

"I see you're in a good mood," Kaldur retorted with a slight sarcastic tone, making me roll my eyes at him.

"What is Superboy doing that's making you so mad?" Megan asked, turning away from the stove, where a pot of macaroni and cheese was cooking.

"Being a pathetic baby," I answered, knowing he could hear me easily. "Guy can't take a little peroxide."

"Perhaps you should be more forgiving towards him," Kaldur continued over the rim of his mug of tea with a smirk. "You are, after all, torturing him."

I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "Yeah, okay. I'll do that." I turned to Megan. "Need any help?"

"I think I've got it," she smiled. "After all, it does come out of a box. Maybe you should go see how Superboy's doing?"

My phone beeped in sync with the timer in the bathroom, making me groan. Back to the torture chamber, it seemed. "Hey, Ellen DeGeneres!" I shouted, making my way towards the bathroom. "Time for Round 2!"

We heard the door to the bathroom creak open after nearly two hours later, and the three of us turned our heads to see Superboy emerge from the bathroom. His head hung low and he was scowling at us, daring us to say anything. I wanted to help him preserve what little self respect he had left, but the feeling was too strong; I couldn't contain it.

"What is Brigitte Nielsen doing in our house?" I shouted, before bursting into laughter and falling off the couch. Megan giggled behind her hand and Aqualad tried to keep a stony face, but ended up looking more constipated than anything.

"Very funny," Superboy grumbled, glaring at me as he sat down on an arm chair.

"Aw, Supey, it's not that bad," I whined, trying to hide my grin at his bleach blonde hair. He looked ridiculous. I'm sorry, but he did.

"Really?"

I held in my laughter behind pursed lips, making my sides shake with the effort. Little snorting noises escaped as I tried to recollect myself. "...No!" I broke out in another fit of giggles, clutching my stomach. He growled and stormed out of the room, slamming the door to his bedroom behind him. I'm not sure how he managed to do that, since they're sliding doors, but he did anyways.

"Maybe you should apologize," Kaldur remarked, eying Superboy's door warily.

"But..." I sighed, picking myself up off the floor and dragging my feet toward Supey's room. "Ugh, fine, I'll go apologize."

"She's not going to apologize, is she?" M'gann asked after I left the room.

"Probably not."

"Oh, right on time," I remarked as soon as Tommy and Tuppence Terror crashed through the roof of the warehouse. The groaned, struggling to get up as they looked around. I quickly ran at Tuppence and stuck a collar on her neck as Aqualad did the same to Tommy.

They struggled against our holds as the collars turned on, suppressing their powers.

"I don't feel right," Tommy groaned. "My strength! But I just dun gone toe-to-toe with Superman."

"Congratulations," Superboy scowled as he and M'gann walked towards us. "That's more quality time than he's ever given me."

Miss Martian shot him a sympathetic look before making her way over to Tuppence and placing a hand on her shoulder. "Got yer insperation, sister Tuppence?" Superboy grinned, using a Southern accent that made me want to burst into laughter.

"I believe I do, brother Tommy," she replied in the same accent, morphing into Tuppence.

"Aphrodite?" Tuppence gasped as I handed her off to Red Tornado, before striding over to Megan and Superboy.

"In the flesh, hun," I winked, jutting out my hip. If I was going to pretend to be Aphrodite, I was going to have to act like her, too.

"Somebody tell me what's going on!" the real Tommy shouted.

"It's simple," Batman began as he snapped collars around our necks. "They're under arrest."

"Wow, you guys really went all out, didn't you?" I asked one of the guards, who glared at me. I held up the handcuffs around my wrists. "Friendship bracelets and everything!" I tried not to look over at Mr. Freeze, who was brooding to himself and staring straight ahead, or Icicle Jr, who was giving me suggestive looks every chance he got. I know I'm supposed to be Aphrodite, but for god's sake I didn't want to have to flirt with him.

I glanced out of the corner of my eye as he made a kissy-face at Megan, who grimaced with a disgusted look. "Dude! Dude! " Icicle grinned, leaning over to talk to Superboy. "Your sister is suh-weet! How about you put in a good word for me?"

"Sit down!" The guard – Wilcox, judging by his name tag – slammed the butt of the gun into his face, sending him flying back into me. He grinned, raising his eyebrows suggestively. I made a disgusted noise and shoved him off, into the bar of the seat. "We're here. Welcome to Belle Reve."

Within minutes, the bus-like vehicle we were on pulled to a stop and Wilcox led us all off like some sort of whacked field trip. The room we stepped into was huge, enough to fit at least a thousand people. Automated guns protruded from the walls and the large tower in front of us, as more guards milled about with their own guns aimed at us threateningly.

"I am the law of last resort. My name is Amanda Waller," a large African American woman began in a commanding tone, surveying the five of us from the tower. "I am not your mother, your maiden aunt, or your friend; I am your warden, and you are my prisoners. The proprietary collars you wear are custom designed to inhibit your specific meta abilities. No strength, no mind control, no ice. In addition, the collars can and will be used to discipline inmates. A con who breaks the rules, gets one warning."

Electricity flowed from the collars, making the others fall to the ground. I winced slightly, but other than that gave no reaction. I was used to it, after all.

"If order has not been restored, the next shock will render the offender unconscious. At the slightest hint of trouble, this facility goes into lockdown. Belle Reve's walls are thick enough to hold Superman." Superboy looked down. "We know, we've checked. No one's ever escaped Belle Reve, no one ever will."

"There's a first time for everything," I sang under my breath as the strange looking bald man behind the Warden coughed.

"Oh. This is Professor Hugo Strange; he is your maiden aunt."

"Actually I'm the prison psychiatrist," he grinned. "And I promise you a sincere attempt at rehabilitation."

"Because we know you types are all about sincerity," Waller smirked. "Take them to their cells."

Two female guards directed Megan and I towards one entrance while two male pushed Jr and Superboy toward the other. We were forced to put on the uniforms quickly as they checked for any hidden weapons, before we were shoved out onto a walkway.

Can you hear me? The voice in my head asked, the one that sounded an awful lot like a certain Martian.

Whoa, yeah, I blinked.

Yeah, but I thought the collars... Superboy began

Custom designed to inhibit Tuppence Terror's super strength, not my telepathy, but your strength is –

Not at Superman's level, I get it. Where the hell did that come from?

No, that's not what I meant –

Whatever.

The guards stopped moving and one of the cell doors slid open. They shoved Megan in, slammed the door shut, and kept moving. The next one they did the same to me. I glanced up at the top bunk and saw Shimmer sitting there, her legs folded and a book in her lap. She looked up at me, eyebrow raised, "Do I know you?"

"You should," I answered. "Aphrodite."

"Right hand to Zeus," she nodded her recognition. "I'm Shimmer."

"Right hand to Kobra."

She looked surprised, "How did you know that?"

I shrugged to cover up my hesitance. Was I not supposed to know this? "I know a lot of things."

"Well, you might be useful later on, then," she nodded. "It's lights out in five, by the way."

"Uh, thanks," I muttered as I climbed into the bottom bunk. The bed reminded me of a rock and I didn't even bother to lift the blankets before I laid down. I didn't trust the cleanliness of this place.

I didn't trust anything about this place, for that matter

The next morning, I woke up to Shimmer's face peering down at me. "C'mon," she said. "Breakfast."

Some huge woman shoved me as we walked in the doors. I glared up at her, and spat out before I could stop myself, "Nice to know everyone here has manners."

"What did you say?" she growled back.

"Nothing," Shimmer cut across. I glowered at her while the other woman laughed, until Shimmer had to actually grab my arm to keep me moving.

"Don't bother," she advised quietly before we came upon a table. Killer Frost was sitting there, along with Devastation. Frost looked up at us and smirked, gesturing towards the two empty chairs.

"I saw you almost go after Miss Ugly Ogre over there," she remarked. "She's a bitch."

"You're telling me," I replied quickly. "If this collar wasn't on I would've made her throw herself off a cliff already."

Tess! Megan gasped inside my head. What are you doing?

Making friends. I looked up to see her standing by the large pane of glass that was placed on the wall that separated the men from the women. Killer Frost saw Megan standing there and stood up, walking over to the window and expecting us to follow. Once I caught a glimpse of the other side, I saw Superboy and Junior being surrounded by other inmates, many of which we had fought and incarcerated during our last few missions. Brick, the big red guy whom the boys and I fought against alongside Roy months ago, was holding Superboy with his hands locked on his neck. Professor Ojo stood with his fist raised, looking as weird as ever and ready to punch Supey's lights out.

"Free shot Ojo," I barely heard Brick say.

"Wait..." he paused, hand lowering. "I know him. He's –" Superboy flipped Brick over his back and into Ojo before two other inmates grabbed his arms.

"Not wise," Brick glowered, making me roll my eyes. That seemed to be his favorite statement. "Not wise at all."

"Wait, don't you understand?" Ojo continued. "He's..." he grabbed his head, wincing. "He's Tommy...Terror."

"He's roadkill!" Brick shoved him away, prepared to hit Superboy when Icicle Senior stood up from his bench.

"Enough," he commanded. "Kid's got guts; the kind of guts a father wouldn't mind seeing in his own son." As if on cue, Junior was shoved into Superboy.

He rubbed his arm, frowning. "Great to see you too, Dad."

"Get over here." Both Superboy and Junior walked over to the bleachers. Brick reached his arm out and stopped Superboy from continuing on. "Not you, Terror. Just Junior."

'What's going on?' Megan asked after a minute of silence. Thankfully she linked me up to the conversation so I wasn't as left out. 'What are they saying?'

'They're planning a break out,' he replied as we all began to be directed to our cells. 'Of all the prisoners.'

'What do you think we should do?" I frowned. 'Call Kaldur in?'

'Maybe we should wait it out and see,' Megan answered. 'After all, we don't know when they're going to do this.'

'Alright, then.'

"Aphrodite, you have an appointment with Professor Strange," one of the guards said, and I was unforunately led in a different direction toward the rest. We arrived at a door with Strange's name printed on it. The guard knocked once before being granted entrance, and she shoved me inside before closing the door.

"Have a seat," Strange grinned, gesturing to the chairs in front of his desk. "It's nice to finally meet you, Aphrodite."

I rolled my eyes, playing up Aphrodite's attitude problems. "Yeah, wish I could say the same."

"Of course." That smile of his was really freaky, I noted, watching as he serenely went about shuffling papers, every now and then glancing up at me. "I am concerned with your relationship with your father."

"My father?" I repeated, frowning.

"Yes, Zeus," he replied. "It has come to my attention that he has had a major influence on your current state of mind. Care to elaborate?"

"Are you saying he's driving me insane?"

"Well, in a sense, yes. I've heard from various resources that he has put you up to the task of finding a certain...relative that is essential to his cause."

"Where the hell did you hear that?" And was he talking about what I think he was talking about? "Who told you?"

"That information is, unfortunately, confidential, my dear," he straightened up, offering another smile. "How are you handling the process?"

"Well, as you can see, I'm in a goddamn prison wearing this fugly jumpsuit," I gestured to the uniform – prison orange was not Aphrodite's color. "So I'd say not well. I'd hate to see the look on Dad's face when he sees me again." I shuddered, this time there was nothing fake about it. Talking about him terrifies me. "The last thing I need is for him to –"

"Go on," he urged, leaning forward with an eager expression.

'The break is coming,' Superboy said in my head, making me jump. 'Sooner than later.'

'Roger that, Billy Idol,' I smirked, seeking satisfaction in his annoyed sigh.

'Updating Aqualad now.'

I paused, realizing that whatever I revealed in here was going to hurt Aphrodite in the long run, and I'd hate to do that to her, even if she is a villain. "...No, I think I'm done for today."

He sighed, and a guard opened the door. "Very well. I will see you in a few days."

As we were walking out, I passed Megan and Superboy, who were apparently going for a session after me. We caught each other's eyes, and I nodded, signifying that I was okay while they did the same. Once I made it back to my cell, I saw that there was a new uniform sitting on my bed. I glanced up at Shimmer, who gestured for me to put it on, and I quickly stripped out of the old one. We laid around for about a half an hour before I got a message from Superboy.

'Megan, Tess, Icicle Senior says it's going down, now. You need to tell Frost.' Within seconds, a strange sound came from the collar around my neck, and I gaped when I realized it had shut off.

"The collars!" I said, and Shimmer smirked, rolling onto the floor next to me.

"They're breaking us out," she concluded, trying the bars of the door. It opened with ease. "C'mon, we've got to meet up with Frost." We found her, Devestation, Megan, and a few others on the bottom floor, standing over a guard.

"Please!" she pleaded, scrambling away on her back. "I have a family!"

"Oh, beg some more," Frost laughed, ice forming in her hand. "It's much sweeter that way."

Suddenly, the ice exploded before it could leave her hand, just as Megan shouted, "No!"

Frost whirled around to see Megan standing there with her hands raised. "Well, Tuppy," she began. "Aren't you just full of hidden talents?"

Megan's eyes narrowed, 'Superboy, I think my powers have –' Devestation grabbed her from behind, and Frost quickly raised her hands, freezing her on the spot in a large block of ice. My jaw dropped open, horrified, but I was forced to shake myself out of it before arrousing suspicion, and I pushed the guard into a cell and lockin it.

"Before I forget," Frost began, and pressed her hand to my collar. It froze, and broke away easily once I tugged on it. "Just in case." I nodded my thanks before she turned around and began to run down the hallway. "This way." We arrived at a dead end rather quickly, which she began to freeze. Devestation walked past her and started punching the wall – weakening it. Frost and I stood by, waiting for her to break through while I'm sure Superboy and Junior were working at it on the other side.

With my sensitive ears, I heard a commotion going on on Superboy's side of the wall. It sounded like fighting. Body's slammed against a wall and shouting was heard, before suddenly the wall crumbled down. The dust cleared away, revealing a panting Superboy.

"Well, well, well," Frost smirked. "It's the brother. Care to share Tuppy's fate?"

He turned his head to see Megan's poor statue and gasped, before squeezing his eyes shut and growling. He threw a punch at devestation, who quickly hit back. Frost tried to aim at them, but I quickly ran up and tackled her. "You little bitch!" she shouted, trying to ice me, but I rolled out of the way. And the shot missed just as Superboy threw Devestation back, and it hit her perfectly. The frozen statue of her slammed right in to Frost and both of them slammed into the floor, knocked out...cold. Okay, this isn't an appropriate time for puns.

"Dude!" Junior gasped, walking into the room. "What are you thinking?" Superboy sighed, walking over to block of ice Megan was encased in. "Oh, dude...I'm sorry."

He seemd genuine, which shocked me into staring at him as he watched his friend place a hand on the ice and wipe away the condensation from the area around her face. "She was such a total babe, too," Junior sighed, and I smacked his arm. "Hey!"

"Not the time." Superboy reared back to punch the ice, but both Icicle and I stopped him.

"Dude, stop! You'll shatter her!"

"Believe me, if I could crack the ice without hurting her, I would've already," I frowned.

"If she's still alive in there at all." I stared at her, tears beginning to pool in my eyes at the thought of Megan never being with us again. I don't think I could stand it if she – if any of our teammates – died. We've all grown so close, and...

A loud crack shocked me out of my thoughts, as the ice suddenly began to break apart. It shattered, showering us with shards of ice as Megan fell to the ground. Superboy ran to her and helped her up. "Are you alright?" he asked, grabbing her arms.

"It's pretty cold where I come from, I –" she suddenly stopped as he pressed his lips to hers. She froze, before beginning to kiss back.

"About freaking time!" I grinned.

"Dude!" Icicle shouted, completely horrified. "That's your sister!"

Megan began to change back to her normal form, green skin and all, making his mouth drop open. "What? Wait, is she – and are you...?" he groaned, pressing his hand to his forehead. "Oh, Dad's gonna kill me." Icicle turned to me with utter dread. "And I'm guessing you're not Aphrodite."

I rolled my eyes, clasping him on his shoulder with a small smile, "No, but let's just say we're close, yeah?"

Walking up to the two lovebirds, I whistled and snapped my fingers. "Hey, kids," they finally broke apart, thank god, and glared at me. "Can you finish this in private? I'm pretty sure we've got to head home now and you're making me want to vomit."