Rating: T

Warning(s): AU, crossover, coarse language, violence

Note(s): I posted a COTT crossover with YJ prompt on the YJAM and wound up filling it myself. This is the result. It takes place in its own little universe and is going to be short because I can't handle working on another lengthy story – as I am currently attempting to write 2, what am I doing to myself – so probably only 3, maybe 4 chapters. Enjoy!

The Warriors of the Deities

I

The mission was, to put it simply, bizarre.

There was some odd activity in New Olympia, British Columbia. The first report was that of a 50-foot creature with snakes for legs that breathed fire (the snake-legs breathed fire, not the creature's run-of-the-mill head). Then there was a giant green and black anteater-type-thing. Followed by a variety of creatures, including a giant with two heads, another with its upper half created out of a polar bear, some guy who paraded throughout the city proclaiming himself a God while wearing heavy black and gold armor with jewels the size of a human fist, there were reports of Minotaurs in the city's old tunnels, a cinema screen that was a portal to another dimension that infected the city with zombies...

It was weird, to put it mildly. What was even weirder was that by the time anyone from the League arrived amidst the news stories – which vanished a week later if not in the first few hours after the occurrence – the issue was done. Any damage that would have occurred courtesy of a 50-foot creature with snakes for legs that breathed fire was gone, whoever or whatever was missing was found and there was, simply, nothing for the League to do beyond post-investigation.

It was difficult to tell, but Batman was irritated by the lack of information. How would the damage that a 50-foot creature with snakes for legs that breathed fire created just vanish in the ten minutes after? Zatara suspected magic so investigated but found nothing. Little, miniscule signs of magic but not nearly enough to clean up that much that quickly. Only enough to point to a thriving magical community in the city.

The New Olympians seemed to be under the impression that they had Guardian Angels of some sort looking out for them. People that hid in the shadows and got rid of the monsters before they reached out under the beds and obliterated the innocents. The city's media had christened those angels the Titans, seizing their Grecian influence by the horns and happily exclaiming that Lady Justice AKA Dike knew exactly what was going on.

Batman was irritated and wanted to know what was going on. Wonder Woman was just plain curious. Both knew, however, that either of them going into the city as either Batman or Bruce Wayne or Wonder Woman or Princess Diana would be noticed by the New Olympians and, by extension, whoever the Titans were. The team of superpowered teenagers on the hand would be able to enter quietly and blend into the multicultural city without raising a fuss.

Kaldur'ahm was intrigued. Firstly, it was a large city on the coast. Secondly, it was a large city that he knew his King had visited numerous times because of the respect it held for Atlantis. Thirdly, most, if not all, of its municipal facilities were influenced by Grecian culture, from which Atlantean culture had been inspired by centuries ago. Greek was the fourth most commonly spoken language in the city, right after Korean, Cantonese and English and followed by Mandarin and Punjabi. Kaldur'ahm didn't have much of an opportunity to use his knowledge of Greek. He spoke Atlantean in Atlantis, English on the surface most commonly and the only other Leaguers who spoke Greek were Aquaman – with whom he usually spoke Atlantean – and Wonder Woman – whom he rarely spoke to.

Entering the city quietly was easy enough. The Bio-Ship landed just outside of the city's limits and then they entered the city itself separately on motorcycles. Kaldur'ahm wound up lodged firmly in New Olympia's largest ethnic community, Greektown, with M'gann beside him. Conner and Wally were near the centre by Olympus High School while Artemis, Robin and Zatanna were starting in Chinatown.

M'gann was browsing the shops along the busy road in the middle of Greektown while Kaldur'ahm found himself mingling with the locales, happily exercising his knowledge of Greek. Various groups had recommended the cafe he currently found himself sitting in, watching others go about their business, listening in on conversations around him.

:: There's something wrong. :: M'gann said telepathically, frowning from her position looking into a store window. :: Two tables down from you, the man in the black with the scar on his cheek, I'm getting nothing off him. ::

Kaldur'ahm raised his eyes from his coffee and leaned back, feigning searching for someone. The man was tall, muscular, everything about him was imposing. A crooked scar was on his left cheek, resting slightly below eyes that were…orange? Red? They looked red. Maybe he was a minor metahuman? He was dressed completely in black, high-end clothing and his black hair was greying at the temples. Despite that, it was nearly impossible to tell if he was in his late twenties or fifties. He looked up, his red eyes fixating on Kaldur'ahm's green ones. He smirked, snapped his fingers, and his paper coffee-cup morphed into a glass and gold goblet filled with something that was definitely not coffee.

Kaldur'ahm blinked.

The man smirked.

:: He can do magic! :: M'gann twitches, her brow furrowing further. :: But…Zatanna still projects her thoughts and I can still sense her emotions. I can't sense his emotions or thoughts at all. I'm trying to read his mind but I've never seen mental defenses as strong as his. ::

Every single one of Kaldur'ahm's instincts screamed GET OUT.

A man's voice cut through his instincts, stopping him, "You know, your coffee will get cold before you drink it if you just keep staring off into space like that."

Kaldur'ahm stared at the man beside his table who was nothing but bones and skin. His cheeks were sunken in, making him look skeletal, but with almost jaundice-suffering skin. He wore a blue button-up shirt under an orange cardigan with a pair of dark brown pants and no-fuss black slip-on shoes. He held an extra-large latte in his hand and his eyes were covered by a pair of perfectly round spectacles. The lenses were opaque, blue. Kaldur'ahm had no idea how he actually saw through them.

"Come on kid," the man urged, grabbing his coffee. "I think I've got something you and your friend," he nodded out the window and across the street to where M'gann in her human disguise was standing, "might be interested in."

:: How'd he…he's not telepathic though! ::

The man with the scar shot a glare at the man with the spectacles. The man with the spectacles ignored him like it was his duty.

Kaldur'ahm glanced at the man with the scar one more time to find him glowering at his goblet – which no one else in the café seemed to notice – and muttering under his breath. A spell?

Before he could hesitate for a moment longer and possibly wind up dead, Kaldur'ahm nodded and followed the man with the spectacles – and his coffee – out of the café.

The man grabbed M'gann and they walked a block until they came to a stop at a magazine and newspaper stand where a girl of about 19 years was standing. Her various piercings swung as she fiddled with her video camera and raised an eyebrow at his company, "The hell is this O?"

"Relax Cassie," the man, O, said before taking a sip out of his latte. "They're harmless."

She rolled her eyes as she lifted the camera and swung a shot across M'gann, Kaldur and O. Kaldur'ahm frowned, holding up his hand with his fingers pressed tightly together, "I would prefer not to be on camera."

Cassie exhaled heavily and stopped recording, "Fine, you're just like Jay. When's the next lesson O?"

"Midnight."

"I have an exam tomorrow morning. Eight in the fucking morning, O."

He just looked at her.

Cassie pursed her lips, "Are you just an asshole to me or is it to everybody?"

"With Time comes being an asshole," O intoned drily.

"Everybody then." She grabbed her messenger bag, "Later guys." She turned and walked away. A second later she darted back, nearly spilling her own coffee, "By the way," she focused on M'gann and Kaldur, "don't offer to pick up any food or drinks or, really, anything for him. You'll never get it right. Later." With that, she darted off, flicking on her video camera again as she drank her coffee.

"How did you know I was with him?" M'gann questioned as Cassie turned the corner.

"Because I actually look at the world. You'd be surprised how much people miss because they aren't looking," O said.

"You said you had something we might be interested in," Kaldur'ahm said.

O shook his head, "Nope. Nothing. Had to make sure Cronus didn't kill you so I needed an excuse to get you out of there."

"Cronus?" M'gann repeated.

"Guy with the scar. So, I sell magazines, newspapers. There's probably something in this pile you're interested in." He gestured vaguely to the cart.

"What's your name?" Kaldur'ahm inquired.

O rolled his eyes from behind his glasses, "Call me Oracle." He grabbed a newspaper and tossed it to the pair, "Here, you'll find this interesting. Business section. That article about Sinclair Ranches."

Kaldur'ahm raised an eyebrow and flipped the paper to the business section. He scanned through it until he found the article declaring Sinclair Ranches expanding their work into Saskatchewan and the fact that Thadius Sinclair visited the prospective fields himself.

"I don't understand," M'gann commented.

Kaldur'ahm looked back at Oracle, "What do mean this will interest us?"

Oracle looked at them, puzzled, "What? You're still here? Go! Go make the flying rodent and princess happy!" He glared at his drink, "This isn't right. Grab me another drink, will you?"

"Apologies, but we must be…going," Kaldur'ahm said lamely, turning and striding away from the man named Oracle. M'gann hurried beside him, confused beyond all belief.