"'I am Beck the son of Ares[,] the best worri-' [H]e was cut off by Thalia walking up to him and punching him in the nose[,] shutting him up." –Shadowlord1295, "Percy Jackson the Guardian of the Hunt and Son of Chaos"

"Thalia!" said Chiron sharply.

"Sorry, sir," said Thalia, not sounding sorry at all, "but I just couldn't stand listening to that spiel of his again. 'Oh, I'm the best worrier there is; nobody worries like I do…' I mean, seriously, how is that even a skill? Anybody can sit around worrying about something; heroism is when you get off your duff and try to do something about it."

"Bite your tongue, Grace!" said Clarisse, swelling with outrage. "Are you trying to say that my brother has been wasting his life developing an artistry of fretfulness – that all the months he spent attaining the cleanest possible fingernail bite, the perfect tempo of hyperventilation, and the most poignantly affecting pitch at which to squeal in girlish panic, have contributed nothing whatever to the actual betterment of mankind?"

"Yes," said Thalia.

Clarisse frowned, and considered. "Huh," she said. "I guess you're right, at that. Beck, why don't you grow up and get a life, anyway?"

"'…Oh look, the princess has arrived!' Annabeth said with a grin as Selina came down the stairs to our living room." –JPAnderson, "WTF Annabeth!"*

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Miss Chase," Selina replied. "I'm no princess, and wouldn't want to be; just a plain Gotham City girl with a taste for things that sparkle."

"Well," said Annabeth, "whatever you are, the gods want to meet you; Hermes still can't believe you picked his pocket without him noticing, and I'm pretty sure Zeus wants to offer you a job. If you're interested, they'll be waiting for you on top of the Empire State Building in half an hour."

"I'll be there," said Selina, grabbing up her signature cat suit and heading for the ladies' room. "Just give me a few minutes to get changed; no Olympian is going to meet Selina Kyle in anything but her best."

"I didn't want them to find me, so I started hurling through the trees again." –PercyJacksonFan2549, "Chaos' Commander"

"Forward, half-bloods!" Thomas McCollum barked, slashing at the foliage with his celestial-bronze machete. "We won't let that loser Percy get away from us this time! I've still got plenty of taunting him that I want to do, now that I've stolen his girl and turned his friends against him for no discernible…" He paused, and wrinkled his nose. "Ugh, what's that smell?"

He was answered a few seconds later, as an immense blob of half-digested blue food soared through the woods and splattered over the row of demigods to his right. Which, though repulsive, was gratifying enough in its way; if Jackson was freaked out enough to lose his lunch that violently, Thomas could only be pleased. What was unnerving, though, was its effect on the others who had been hit; about half of them immediately fell over and began waving their limbs vaguely in the air, while the other half ran off in every direction except forward, most of them straight into trees.

Frowning, Thomas made a move to grab Thalia as she stumbled past, but Annabeth, at his left, clutched his arm and pulled it away. "No, Thomas!" she cried. "Don't touch it!"

"It?" said Thomas.

"The Projectile Vomit of Disorientation!" said Annabeth. "I should have remembered: now that Percy's bathed in the River Styx, anyone stained by his tossed cookies loses all sense of direction for 24 hours!"

"Oh." Thomas blinked. "I didn't know that was part of the package."

Annabeth colored. "Well, no, most people don't," she said. "Achilles didn't use it much; he thought it was unworthy of a warrior, and fairly disgusting to boot. But I guess Percy feels differently."

Thomas sneered. "He would," he said. "Well, Annabeth, if your ex-boyfriend thinks he can foil Thomas McCollum by hurling through the trees at him, he's got another think coming." He raised his machete. "Forward!"

SPLAT!

"…um… whichever direction that is."

"I am not bound to those rules so I saw fit to bring my sons and I form their father about them before they leave." –Bladewolf101, "The Legend of Bladewolf: Son of the Sky"

"You do what?" said Hermes, blinking.

Chaos grinned manically, and snapped her fingers. There was a flash of polychromatic light, and something appeared about the two youths' feet – something that appeared to be a curled-up wolf, except that it was bright blue and had spikes sticking out of its body at odd angles.

"Behold the bridegroom of Chaos!" that individual announced. "His name is Machairolycos and even though I just formed him myself he's the son of Uranus because rules are stupid and anyway he's going to be my sons' father which you probably think he can't be because they existed before he did but that's because you don't understand real creativity the way my son David did who really got this whole reality thing even though he hated leaving Scotland and then there's quantum uncertainty and all that cool stuff which you can't argue with because it's science so that's how Mackie's going to…"

"Breathe, Chaos," Hera murmured.

"…and he's going to take them on fishing trips and teach them about ornithology and beekeeping and all the things that dads do with their sons unless they're too busy being gods and stuff which of course I totally understand but anyway we'd better get going so bye!" And, with another dazzling flash, the Olympians found themselves once again alone in the throne room.

There was a moment's stunned silence, which Apollo, shifting awkwardly in his seat, was the first to break. "You know, I should have taken Will fishing a couple times," he said. "It would have been good for him – and probably me, too. You think it's too late, Athena?" he inquired, glancing at the half-sister to his right.

"Just a second, 'Poll," said Athena, withdrawing a calculator from her purse. With great care, she punched in "2 + 2" and hit Enter; as the resulting 4 flashed up at her, she leaned back in her throne with a sigh of relief. "There we go," she said. "I knew this world couldn't really have been Chaos's creation."

*Ironically, this one really was a crossover originally – but with Harry Potter, not Batman.