6 months after Chapter 5 (Dick is now 11)

Persephone Jackson had just finished a ridiculous training session. Even now that she was 'old' she still kept her skills sharp, perhaps even sharper now that she had more training.

Percy lived in a small apartment in Half-Blood City, where Camp HalfBlood used to be. She had graduated college in New Rome, and after her city was built, she got a job as a marine biology professor at the college there. She also looked after Camp Olympus, now that Dionysus' punishment had expired and she taught sword fighting there.

Percy went back to her apartment and stepped in the shower. It had been a while since she had actually taken a proper shower. Usually, she didn't have time and just quickly washed herself with the water molecules in the air, but now she stood under a hot showerhead, massaging shampoo into her hair.

Her thoughts went back to the giant war. It had taken both sides longer to get back into the normal routine but that was understood, seeing that there were much more losses this time around. Everyone had settled down, including the 7 who had all gotten married. Jason and Piper, Nico and Will, Hazel and Frank, Leo and Calypso, and Annabeth and a Hermes kid she met after the war. Only she and Reyna remained. Reyna, however, didn't really have an interest in the whole love thing given the curse and all and surrounded herself with friends and family instead.

Percy was a different case. She had tried going on dates with other demigods in camp, but nothing ever really seemed to click. There would always be something missing in the relationship, or she felt herself comparing the guy to someone else even though there wasn't anyone else. She just felt defeated.

Aphrodite hates me, she thought miserably.

As she continued to rub the foam into her scalp, she felt her fingers come across a bump, on the upper right side of her skull. She instantly knew what it was. A scar. But last time she checked, she didn't have one on her head.

She quickly washed the shampoo out, dried herself and her hair and stepped out. She looked in the mirror trying to get a better picture of the scar.

It was about 2 and a half inches long and in a straight line.

Percy could remember the story behind every single scar she ever got; when, where, how, and who gave it to her. But she just could not remember how she got this one.

And that scared her.

She quickly put on her clothes and vapor traveled to Annabeth's house. Annabeth, who had gotten used to the sudden appearances, merely said, "What's up?"

Then she looked up and saw Percy's face which was filled with anxiousness.

She instantly became serious, well more serious than she had been before.

"What happened?"

Percy ran her fingers through her hair nervously and could not help but touch the scar in the process, something she had never done before. She flinched.

"I found a scar. And I can't remember where I got it."

Annabeth understood the problem and gestured for her to come closer.

She pushed the hair away from the area and looked intensely at it.

"I don't remember a scar like this happening when I was around, so it must have been another time. And it doesn't look like it happened during a battle; the cut was not deep enough. In fact...it looks like it was fixed with mortal stitches."

"Mortal stitches?" Percy was even more confused now, "But I've never been to a mortal hospital, other than when I was born."

"Well, it wasn't that long ago. This looks like it happened when you were around 10 or 11."

"But that doesn't make any sense!" Percy cried, swinging her arms in the air wildly, "I would remember! But I don't! There's nothing!"

"Actually, after the war with Kronos, I remember you telling me that you were going to visit a mortal friend. I didn't ask, but it seemed important at the time. You asked me to make sure you had 3 days free."

Percy was going crazy now, "What?! When was this?"

Annabeth thought for a minute before deflating. "The night before you went missing."

"I don't understand! I don't have any mortal friends! At all!"

Annabeth furrowed her brows. "I don't know what to tell you, Seaweed Brain, maybe you meant something else, then? Like the mortal world, instead?"

"No, Wise Girl, I don't think so," Percy insisted, "It's like my memory's been completely wiped..."

Percy trailed off and Annabeth gave her a questioning look.

Percy's face suddenly took on an angry scowl as she came to a realization.

"Hera."

Annabeth's eyes widened then narrowed.

"You don't think she took your memory again, do you?"

"She probably did... but when?"

Then Annabeth realized something. "Unless, she never gave it all back."

Percy was now glaring at the skies.

"Oh, that bitch is in for it. No one takes my memories twice."

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Percy stormed into the throne room of Olympus, which was currently empty.

"Hera!" Percy screamed to the heavens in anger, "Get down here right now!"

A beautiful woman with a peacock dress and crown on her head appeared in a flash of light. She was scowling.

"How dare you summon me like a servant!" She huffed at Percy.

"No, how dare you not give all my memories back!" Percy retorted.

Hera's face suddenly contorted into an evil smirk.

"Oh, that."

"Oh, that? Really? Why would you not give all my memories back after the war? We saved you gods from fading!" Percy was furious.

"Oh, Persephone. You've always felt like something was missing haven't you, that something was wrong? But I'm surprised. You figured it out sooner than I expected. Tell me, how did you do that?" Hera purred, obviously enjoying Percy's anger.

It took all of her willpower not to put Riptide against the goddess' throat.

"Why?" Percy insisted, gritting her teeth.

"Why, because you insulted me. You, and that Annabeth girl, back in the labyrinth. Annabeth got her punishment, but after the war, I forgot that you hadn't." Hera shrugged like it was no big deal.

"What the Hades? You sent shitting cows after Annabeth and you take away my memories?"

Hera shrugged again. "That, and you turned down the god offer once again, which I must say, was really disrespectful. I must've taken it as a personal offense."

Percy growled. "What did you take?"

"Oh, nothing important, really."

"What. Did. You. Take?" Percy asked again.

Hera sighed. "Fine, fine," she smirked now, "Does the name Bruce Wayne mean anything to you?"

Percy froze. She tried desperately to remember who that was, but she could come up with nothing, It was a blank. All she could remember was indistinguishable feelings. Like here was a connection but she didn't know why or how. It was torture.

"Who is he, Hera?" Percy asked, desperately trying to stay calm.

"Oh, nevermind, no one importantly really," Hera said airily, turning away from Percy and preparing ot make her leave.

But Percy would have none of that. She vapor-traveled in front of her and held Riptide dangerously against Hera's throat.

"You are going to give me those memories or I swear on River Styx I will tell Aphrodite to convince your husband to go bang every mortal woman he comes across. You'll be knee deep in illegitimate stepchildren before you realize your mistake." Percy snarled, meaning every word.

Hera's face heated up in anger as she lost her cool. Percy had sworn on River Styx, meaning that she would keep through with her threat. And Hera hated Zeus's demigod brats.

Scowling the entire time, she touched a finger, well more like jabbed, into Percy's head.

Every single memory Percy ever had with Bruce came rushing back to her all at once. It was like all the pain she would have felt missing him came onto her. Now when she thought of memories like her friends' wedding, instead of happiness being the main emotion she felt, it was grief, grief from missing him. She was assaulted with 15 years of pain in a matter of seconds.

She fell to the ground, gasping.

She looked up at Hera through her tears.

"How could you?" she whispered, "I loved him," then she corrected herself, "I love him."

Hera just gave her one more cruel smirk before flahing away.

A.N. Again, thoughts?