Hey people. So, after d***ing around for a couple of months and only posting my old chapters one at a time, I realized I was being an idiot. So, I'm posting all the new chapters I've written today, up until Chapter 14. I hope you enjoy, and review. Please? Pretty please? Pretty please with a cherry on top?


Blue's POV

Would you believe if I told you I found them swimming in money. Literally playing Marco Polo in a giant tub of gold coins.

No. Neither would I, if someone told me that.

But there they were, Emma and Travis, splashing each with gold coins and acting like maniacs.

I have updated the demigod's status from Untrustworthy to Insane. Suggested tactic: stay far away.

Rather than follow the Scarab's advice like I should have, I stood there watching in dumbstruck awe, until Emma finally noticed and waved me over.

"Come on in Blue, the water's fine!" She called.

"Well, um..." I stammered in return. She and Travis smiled invitingly. And nuttily.

We should stay on mission objective. The demigods are a distraction.

"I know, I know." I hissed. Emma raised an eyebrow.

"You gonna stand there talking to that thing on your back, or are you gonna jump off the diving board?" Travis nodded in agreement.

"Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!" They started shouting.

So, I had two options; 1.) Leave, and spend the night listening to the Scarab list ways to kill or incapacitate everyone in the immediate area, or 2.) Play in Scrooge McDuck's money bin with two fun people. Crazy people, but fun nevertheless.

"Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!"

Bet you can't guess which one I chose.


Emma's POV

Alas, nothing can last forever, and as fun as the money pool was, we eventually grew tired, not to mention the gold coins fell into some rather uncomfortable places. So eventually we shook the coins out and plodded off to bed.

By the time I got there, there were demigods spread out over every available space, clutching blankets, pillows, pieces of furniture they'd dragged in, whatever. I found one kid spread out on a couch, and I gently shoved him to the floor. Ok, in hindsight that seems a little cruel, but, I mean, he was taking up way too much space.

As I got myself comfortable, Blue walked over hesitantly.

"Hey chica, sorry to bother you, but there's no other space around. And this couch looks like it can hold two?..." I sighed and moved to let him on. I could always push him off later.

I pulled a throw pillow over my head (someone forgot to turn the light off, and I can't sleep unless it's dark). The room was silent, the couch was soft and warm, and slowly, very slowly, I started the drift into dreamland. Cool, dark dreamland. Welcome dreamland. Sweet, sensational dreamland-

"Emma?" Or not. I whipped off the pillow and glowered at Blue Beetle.

"What is it?"

"How do you handle it? All the craziness. How do you not go crazy?"

"I just do." I muttered sharply. "And who says I'm not crazy?" With that pointless and confusing exchange over, I shifted back into position and closed me eyes-

"Emma?" Oh godammit.

"What."

"How do I handle all the craziness?"

"Blue, do you have insomnia or something?"

"Actually, yea. The Scarab never stops talking, so it keeps me up at night." Hey pot, it's me, kettle. I'm just calling to say, you're black.

"Can you just answer my question? Por favor?" He asked,

I sighed and sat up. I obviously wasn't sleeping anytime soon.

"Alright, your question. What was it again? Oh, yea, the craziness. Look, you're never gonna have a full handle on it, never have full control again. you just have to accept that and continue on with life. Headless people? I can accept that. Crazy donkey men? I can accept that. Psychotic Roman Emperors hell-bent on world domination who decided to bother me specifically? Yea, still working on that one."

"What?"

"Nothing. The point is, stop freaking out and except the endless and bizarre possibilities of life."

He grinned. "Wow, Emma. You're like some sort of genius."

"No, we're both some sort of deliriously tired. No go the hell to sleep."


Cassie's POV

I was one of the first kids to wake up the next day. What can I say? I've always been a morning person. I walked into the spacious kitchen to find Tim sitting at the counter, drinking a cup of Joe and staring determinedly at his holo-computer.

I gave him a peck on the cheek. "Morning."

He smiled. "Morning."

"So, watcha doing?" I sat down next to him. He showed me the holo-screen. 1s and 0s were flashing by faster than I could blink.

"I investigated the truck Midas was using last night. I've been trying to trace it back to the original supplier. So far I've only got one real lead; a license plate used by an L-Corp company."

"Luthor." I growled. Of course it was him. The Light may have been defeated last spring, by it's former members continued to bother us any chance they got.

"It could just be a coincidence. L-Corp's an industry titan and owns loads of smaller investments, any number of which could be dirty without Luthor's involvement. But if that engine is from Bialya, like I think it is, then I think we know whose behind these kidnappings. I'll need an expert to look at it first."

By now more kids had woken up and entered the kitchen, rummaging around for any breakfast items they could find. Emma, the redhead from last night, burst through the door exhausted and frazzled.

"Coffee. Black. Now!" She shoved some poor kid out of the way and downed a potfull in less time then it takes me to butter toast. With a wild look in her eyes, she grabbed a piece of fruit from a nearby bowl.

"Is this edible?"

"Um no..." I responded. "I think it's decorative?..."

She shrugged and took it anyway. "I'll take my chances." with that she raced out of the room again, presumably to search for more food or objects to steal.

"What about them?" I asked.

Tim gave the others in the room a sideways glance. "The demigods? They're all leaving today. Said some of their people are picking them up. We're going to the Watchtower."

"Even Emma and Leo?" He nodded. "But they've been such a big help. Shouldn't they come with us?" And, I didn't add, they can tell me so much more about this world.

Tim winced. "I don't think that's such a great idea... are they really so trustworthy they can be taken to our top secret, high security base?"

"Yes." I said, suddenly defensive. "They helped you find me! They risked their lives! And plus, you said you needed an expert to help you investigate the truck; Leo's an expert!"

"You honestly think they'd be an asset to the Team?" He asked incredulously. At that moment, Emma ran back in clutching her mouth, not quite as... enthusiastic as before.

"Yup, that apple was definitely decorative." With that she grabbed a decorative pear and left again.

"What's the worst that can happen?"I added.

He sighed. "You'd better be right."


Yes my dear Cassie, what could possibly go wrong with a kleptomaniac and an accident prone fanboy in Justice League Headquarters. Hilarity, naturally.