Dinah fell to her knees and did her best not to vomit.

"Told ya," Percy said cheekily,

"That…what the hell was that?" Dinah asked as Percy gently helped her to her feet.

"Mist-travel," Percy explained, as he led the way out of the alley they had appeared in.

"And what is that?" Dinah asked, then blinked in surprise, "And when the hell did you change?" Percy was no longer wearing the armor, but instead was back in his street clothes.

"Divine Magic," Percy said by way of explanation as he led them into an open field,

"That's such a bullshit answer," Dinah snorted,

"Then don't ask a bullshit question," Percy retorted, before stopping in the middle of the field,

"Where are are we by the way?" Dinah asked, looking around. It looked as though they were standing in the middle of a field. Pulling up her specs via her contacts, she pulled a map of their location and blinked in surprise,

"We're in Salem?" She said,

"Kent had a sense of humor," Percy said, and gestured for her to hand over the key. Dinah did so, somewhat reluctantly,

"Ok…so where is the Tower supposed to be? And I though it was in New Orleans." She asked, Percy took the key from her and turned his back to her,

"Normally you're right, and the tower follows the owner, however the owner of the Tower can key it into a fixed location. should something happen to them." Percy explained, "As for where it is right now? It's right in front of you," He thrust the key into the air. There was a sudden click, as though it had been thrust into a lock. "You just weren't looking close enough," There was a reverberation in the air, and Dinah blinked in surprise as a large stone tower materialized out of nowhere.

"Magic is bullshit," She muttered,

"Preaching to the converted," Percy said, as he pushed open the door, and gestured for her to enter to Tower. "After you," She just glared at him and walked into the Tower. Percy just chuckled and followed her lead. The door closed behind Percy, then disappeared completely.

"Um, should we be worried about that?" She asked, noting that they were now trapped,

"Nah," Percy said dismissively, "I know my way around here pretty well."

"Welcome to the Tower of Fate," Said a voice behind them. Turning, Dinah's eyes widened. Floating a few feet off the ground an image of the late Kent Nelson, looking every bit the man she had known, aside from the slight golden glow surrounding him.

"What is your purpose here?" The image of Kent asked,

Percy reached into the duffel bag he was carrying and withdrew the helm, "We're here to return the Helm to its rightful place."

The image nodded, then faded. Right when Dinah was about to ask what they should do, there was a strange sound, as the far wall literally dissolved into nothingness, revealing an enormous set of stairs. It looked a hell of a lot like that M.C. Escher painting. Dinah just stared as Percy began walking towards the staircase.

"Going to just stand there gawking, or you gonna join me?" Percy called back, and Dinah shook her head and jogged after him. She couldn't help herself but stare in slack-jawed awe around her. She had seen magic in person, and had spent years fighting alongside Zatara, but this was something else entirely.

"First time?" Percy chuckled, as he looked at her in amusement.

"Gio's good…but I don't think even he's capable of this," She said softly,

"Not a surprise, this construct was made by Fate. It's not something a mortal could create, regardless of how strong he is." Percy said,

"Which reminds me," Dinah said, "How do you know Zatara and Kent anyways? And why did he never mention you?" "Kent or Gio?" He asked,

"Both?" Dinah said, "I've known Zatara since her joined the League, but Kent was a family friend. He and my mother used to work together, but he never mentioned you," Percy sighed, "Suppose it doesn't really matter." He observed, "Zatara'll squeal eventually, never could keep a secret." He ran a hand through his hair, "We used to work together,"

"Thanks," Dinah said with a roll of her eyes, "I put that one together myself,"

"Ok sassafras," Percy snorted, and stepped up onto a staircase and began walking upside down. Dinah hesitated for a second, and then followed. She shouldn't have been surprised that she didn't fall as she climbed the upside-down staircase.

"Well," Percy began, "I suppose it goes back to college. Kind of like…an internship I suppose. I was just eating my lunch in the Arb one day, and this old guy walks over and sits down next to me. Says to me, 'So, what's the all-powerful son of Neptune doing going to college like a mere mortal?'" Percy laughed, "Classic Kent right? Guy was as subtle as a battering ram. Well, naturally that got my attention. Nearly knocked his block off, but he stopped me, and made me an offer. A good one."

"Which was?" Dinah asked,

"To work for him, alongside a few others. He got the idea from the Justice Society and the League." Percy explained,

"He made a team?" Dinah asked,

"Yup," Percy said, "The League only fights what it can see. But there's a whole lot that it doesn't. There's a lot that goes bump in the night, Kent brought us all together to take care of the problems that you couldn't see. Spent four pretty good years fighting demons, monsters, and…other things." "Who was on the team?" She asked, curious, as they reached the top of the staircase and were suddenly right-side up again.

"Me, Gio, Jason Blood, and John Constantine." Percy said, and Dinah let out a low whistle,

"Hell of a team. Those are some pretty heavy hitters," She noted,

"Yeah, we were a righteous group of badasses," Percy said with a nod,

"And what about Kent?"

"Kent was our…handler I guess. He had a lot of connections all over the planet, and knew what to look for. So when he heard of something he called us in and we took care of it" Percy laughed as he approached a large bell at the top of the staircase, "Even paid us for it too,"

Wrapping the bell with a knuckle, it let out a low-pitched rumble that reverberated out of the hall, before glowing a light gold. Percy then stepped into the bell, and Dinah just stood there, until a hand shot out and grabbed her arm and dragged her inside.

Stumbling slightly, Percy steadied her, then stepped back. Looking around, Dinah saw that they were in what had to be an elevator. Percy leaned against the back of the elevator as it began to rise,

"So I take it the team disbanded?" Dinah said,

"Yup," Percy nodded, "Gio got offered a spot in the League, and I was graduating. Without the two of us, the other three decided that it wasn't enough to carry on the team, and it disbanded. Kind of bittersweet, but I take a fair bit of pride in what we managed to accomplish."

"I thought you didn't like working with capes though," Dinah said,

"I don't." Percy said, "But there's a difference between busting gangbangers or fighting megalomaniacal gods in the middle of a city, and sending a demon back to hell."

"Fair enough," Dinah couldn't exactly argue the point. There weren't many on the league who were equipped to fight those sorts of battles, hence why their fights against folks like Faust always went…poorly.

The elevator chimed, and they arrived at their destination. It was an ornate looking room. Purple velvet carpet blanketed the floor, and matching drapes covered every window. There was a large library off to one side, and display stands scattered about the room. In the stands were books, magical weapons, and even strange looking creatures captured within glass cages.

Percy strode across the room, towards what looked like an alter near the end of the room. Dinah couldn't help herself as she looked at the odd trinkets and objects displayed. She stooped over an ornate looking card, held in a clawed display stand. The card was entirely black, and scrawled in gold across its front read "Get Out of Hell Free." She reached out a hand to pick it up.

"Don't touch that," Percy warned as he placed the helmet on the stand. "What is this?" She asked, halting her movement. "Looks like a discount Monopoly card,"

"And a hell of a lot more powerful," Percy said, as he turned around and strode towards her, "Don't worry about it, it's not going anywhere." He pat her on the arm, and then paused, looking conflicted.

"What is it?" Dinah asked, "Come on, I feel like we know each other decently well at this point,"

"Point of correction," Percy said crossly, "You know me, because you've crawled through my past and have a bad habit of prying into my personal business. I, on the other hand, know nothing about you. Don't mistake us for friends, we're not."

Dinah couldn't stop herself from flinching. That doubly hurt, since Percy actually knew her far better than he realized. It was only made worse with how right he was. The League, the entire League, had been briefed on Percy. Everything from how his mother died as a child, to his roles in the wars. They, and more importantly she, knew everything. Had stomped through his life and privacy for what she was now realizing was literally for nothing whatsoever.

It was a disgusting invasion of his life, the likes of which she would have condemned had it been anyone else. It was exactly the kind of behavior that she abhorred. Dinah was staunchly against the government's interference in the life of people, and their constant surveillance of the lives of citizens, and yet here was the Justice League, doing the exact same thing. They claimed the moral high-ground by telling themselves that it helped stop the bad guys, but what they were doing was wrong, there was no way around it.

"You're right," She admitted, looking away, "For what it's worth, I'm sorry."

Percy just snorted, "Sure you are." He grumbled, but moved on, "You said you were friends with Kent,"

"Yeah." She said, "My mom was the first Black Canary, she worked with Fate with the JSA."

"So I assume you were there for the funeral," Percy said, and Dinah suddenly realized what he wanted.

She squeezed his arm, as her features grew somber,

"Of course, I'll show you to him."

BREAK

Graveyards seemed to attract rain, Percy mused. Or maybe the weather was simply reacting to his emotions. Percy didn't even bother trying to keep himself dry, he didn't care. He was simply content to just stare at the grave of his friend. Another person he'd failed to save. Another life ended as a direct result of his actions, or rather his inaction. He was secretly relieved that Black Canary had taken a step away, allowing him a moment of peace with the body of his friend.

"Hey Kent," Percy said, talking to the tombstone, "Don't know if you can hear me, trapped in that godsforsaken helmet as you are." He stopped and brushed his sopping hair out of his eyes, "But I just…I just wanted to apologize. You didn't deserve to go out like this, you should have left surrounded by the people you cared about. Not fighting off that demon with a couple of fucking teenagers."

Percy's hands balled into fists for a few seconds, before they relaxed, "I'm just sorry that I let this happen. If it wasn't for me, that bastard wouldn't have come back."

He sighed, and knelt to the ground, "And I'm sorry that I let you talk me into letting him go. Reaching into his pocket, Percy pulled out a small ornate ring. It was solid gold, with black inlays and a small runic symbol etched into the metal. "Hope Nabu doesn't keep you around for too long. You deserve your happy ending. I'll see ya around buddy," Placing the ring on the tombstone, Percy stalked off in the direction of Canary. Her hair was wet, and a couple of loose strands were sticking to her mask.

"You going to that cave of yours?" Percy asked, "I'll drop you off,"

"Yeah, I should really check in with the kids," she said, and Percy nodded. Touching her shoulder, Percy transported them back to the cave. Percy caught her by the arm as she doubled over. She handled her second trip far better than her first, because it only took a moment for her to catch her breath. Leaving his hand on her shoulder, Percy released some of his energy, and dried her off completely. Then he repeated the process with himself.

"Thanks," She said in surprise, glancing down at her previously drenched uniform,

"No problem," Percy said, before walking over to Zatara, who was having a rather spirited debate with his daughter,

"…I just-I just wanted to keep you safe," Zatara said,

"And I love you daddy, but this is my choice! This is what I want!" Zatanna said,

Zatara sighed, and hung his head, "You are as stubborn as your mother,"

Zatanna smiled, "Don't kid yourself. I got that from both of you," Zatara just smiled and embraced her, who hugged him back tightly,

"Hate to break this up," Percy said, and the father and daughter separated,

"Percy," Zatara said, "I did not expect to see you," "I wasn't planning on coming back here…ever," Percy said, "But we need to talk." His eyes darted to Zatanna, then back to his friend, "Alone." Zatara nodded, and turned to his daughter,

"I'll see you at home, Zatanna." He said, and Zatanna nodded before turning to Percy,

"It was good to see you Percy," She said as she wrapped Percy up in a hug.

"You too kiddo." Percy said, "I'd try and talk you out of going cape, but I have a feeling it'd be an exercise in futility."

"You'd be right," Zatanna smirked, Percy rolled his eyes. Turning, he nodded at Zatara who placed a hand on his shoulder. With a minor invocation, they disappeared from the cave, reemerging in Percy's apartment.

With a sigh, Percy shucked off his jacket and walked over to his fridge, grabbing two beers, he tossed one to Zatara who caught it deftly. Popping the seal on his own, Percy collapsed into his chair.

"Gods above, what a night," He groaned and took a hefty pull of the drink.

"What is it you wished to discuss," Zatara said, placing his beer on the table by the couch. Zatara took a seat and removed his hat.

"I spoke with Nabu," Percy said simply and Zatara's eyes went wide,

"What?" He asked, leaning forward, astonished. "Yup," Percy said nonchalantly, "He's still a righteous old bastard, in case you were wondering,"

"What did he want?" Zatara asked,

"To tell me off." Percy said, "Told me that I was interfering in Fate's grand designs or some shit." Percy sighed, and then drained the remainder of his beer in one gulp. "Apparently, something is meddling in shit that it shouldn't be meddling in."

"What do you mean?" Zatara asked, suddenly looking worried,

"I mean," Percy said, leaning forward, "That someone or something, is manipulating things. Pushing things around to meet some kind of-of end." Percy ran a nervous hand through his hair as he considered telling Zatara,

"What?" Zatara demanded, "There's more, yes?"

"Yes," Percy said, making a decision, "I wasn't supposed to be there today. I wasn't supposed to kill Klarion, and you were supposed to take up the mantle of Dr. Fate." Zatara's eyes went wide, and he leaned back in his chair. No doubt he was reeling by the revelation of the destiny he very narrowly avoided. Percy wasn't done however,

"But something happened," Percy continued, "And I showed up. I don't know what, and I don't know who. All I know, is that whatever is causing this, has Nabu seriously spooked," Percy paused, as he replayed the events of the evening in his head. His eyes went wide as he remembered what happened in the gym.

"The girl," He breathed,

"What?" Zatara asked, brought out of his stupor,

"There was a girl, in the gym we'd converted into a shelter. She came up to me, begged me to find her parents. Her eyes…for a moment they flashed purple. I thought it had been a trick of the light, but…" He screwed up his face in concentration, "And the memories," He whispered,

"Memories?" Zatara asked, "What memories?"

"Right before the girl approached," Percy explained, "I just got these-these flashes of my past." "You were influenced," Zatara breathed, "Gods above, what are we dealing with if it can do that to you?"

Percy leaned back, a familiar sense of foreboding washing over him.

"I don't know, but it can't be good."

BREAK

The screens along the room flickered to life one after another. Six in all, with the seventh remaining blank.

"Tonight's diversion went off without a hitch," The immortal being, Vandal Savage began without preamble, "The world, and more importantly the Justice League, were so caught up in trying to reverse our work, that they never realized what our true purpose was. They will not notice it is missing, until it is far too late."

"As good as that news is," Came the accented voice of the Brain, "I cannot help but notice, that one of our number is missing."

"Yes," Nodded Let Luthor, "Where is the witch-boy, I would have thought he'd have been bragging by now,"

"Klarion is gone," Savage said tonelessly,

"He's been arrested?" Ocean Master asked incredulously,

"No," Savage said, "He's dead," Stunned silence fell across the other members of the Light at the pronouncement,

"Well…" Ra's al Ghul observed, "That is an unexpected development."

"I didn't think the children had it in them, which of them was it?" Queen Bee asked,

"None of them," Savage answered. A new screen popped up on each monitor. It was a video feed of the battle at Roanoke.

"Detective Jackson?"

"Him?"

Luthor and Queen Bee both said incredulously,

"You're familiar with him?" The Brain asked,

"We've met," Luthor replied, "Our paths crossed once or twice during his stint in Metropolis. But he never showed any signs of…this," He gestured to the video, as Percy fought off Teekl.

"And you, Queen Bee?" Ra's al Ghul asked,

"Oh, it was years ago," She said dismissively, "He and a group of American Special Forces infiltrated Bialya. I believe they were attempting to rescue their ambassador. I captured them easily enough, made an example of them. All except for Jackson, never could figure out how he managed to escape." She watched as Percy threw a ball of compressed air at Klarion, sending him flying, "Now it makes sense. Metahuman?"

"It doesn't matter," Ocean Master said quickly and hotly, "He killed Klarion, one of us. He must be destroyed!"

"That would not be wise," Luthor said, "Getting soft on us Lexy?" Queen Bee teased, "I don't think I've ever seen this side of you…I don't like it." She scowled,

"Hardly," Luthor said stiffly, "But killing him so brazenly would create…complications,"

"Lex is correct," Ra's al Ghul agreed. "The detective, ahem, Batman, is territorial. Killing one of Gotham's up and coming detectives, so brazenly after he revealed himself to the Justice League and aided in taking down a member of our organization would bring unwanted scrutiny on us."

"On us, or on you, mon ami?" The Brain questioned,

"Enough," Savage said, "You're all correct." "Lex and R'as have the right of. An overt act of aggression will overplay our hand and draw more unnecessary attention to the League of Shadows. It's now clear that this Percy Jackson is working with the Justice League, and he needs to be dealt with."

"For what it's worth, the Percy Jackson I know is hardly a fan of the so-called heroes," Luthor observed,

"It doesn't matter," Savage said, "Ocean Master is correct as well, we cannot allow such an overt act of hostility to go unpunished. However we needn't be so…direct. Lex, how goes our operations in Gotham, how close is our contact inside of Arkham to completing her formula?"

Luthor looked intrigued for a moment, as he brought a hand to his chin in thought, "I believe she could be ready to go to trial in a matter of weeks. Is that sufficient?"

"It is," Savage said, "R'as?"

"My operatives are in place," He confirmed, "I can have the madman released in a matter of hours if that is the course we wish to pursue."

"See to it," Savage nodded, "Ocean Master, you appear…pensive," He noted, and Ocean Master started somewhat,

"It is nothing," He said quickly, "I simply feel as though I have heard of this Percy Jackson before, I simply cannot place where," "Curious," Savage said, "But I suppose it's irrelevant."

"Excusez-moi" The Brain interrupted, "But I do not believe that all of us have been…enlightened. What exactly is the plan?"

"My apologies my friend," Savage said, "There is going to be a terrible incident in Gotham," He grinned viciously, his rows of pointed teeth glimmering.

"And detective Jackson will be right in the middle of it."

BREAK

The weekend passed far too quickly, and Monday morning arrived before Percy knew it. Dragging himself out of bed was a chore, but all too soon, he was was strolling into the precinct, yawning behind his thermos. He paused just inside the door. There was something…off about it. The atmosphere was tense, officers kept glancing around nervously, as though they were expecting some kind of an attack to manifest in the shadows behind them at any moment.

One of the patrols accidentally dropped something, and the sudden noise caused another officer to jump so badly, that she spilled her boiling hot coffee all the way down her front.

Arching an eyebrow at the odd behavior, Percy just strode up the stairs and into the bullpen. The atmosphere in there was even thicker, even Wise and Cavello looked like they were spooked by something. Percy couldn't help but feel as though he was missing something. Striding over to his station beside Montoya, Percy placed his thermos down and collapsed into his seat.

"Ok Monty," He said casually, leaning back in his chair so he could see her around the divide in the cubicle, "Talk to me, what's got everyone looking like it's the end of the world?"

"You don't watch the news much, do you?" Montoya asked tersely, and Percy just frowned.

"Gods Renee, what's going on?" Percy asked,

In response, Montoya grabbed the copy of the Gotham Herald that was sitting on her desk and tossed it over to him. Percy caught it deftly. Arching an eyebrow, he looked at the front page. The majority of the page was taken over by a large picture of what Percy recognized as Arkham Asylum, taken from the street at the main gate to the building. Or at least what had been the main gate. Where wrought-iron steel had once been the welcome mat for Gotham's mentally infirm, it was now little more than a smoldering ruin. In the picture, Percy could see that some of the main building was still on fire, as bodies were being loaded up into emergency vehicles. The familiar forms of Batman and Commissioner Gordon were standing in the wreckage, looking at the destruction.

The headline to the article read: BREAKOUT AT ARKHAM!

"Thirteen dead, twenty-eight more wounded." Montoya said,

"Fucking hell," Percy breathed,

"Luckily, it looks like the damaged was localized to maximum security only, lucky considering how many of those Blackgate bastards have had to be transferred over since the attack. It looks like it was a targeted attack, meant to only break out a single prisoner." She said tightly, her hands balling into tight fists. She looked up and met Percy's eyes fiercely,

"Who?" Percy asked, though he had a rather bad suspicion he knew exactly had been the target of the breakout.

"The Joker,"

AN: AND WE! ARE! DONE! Boom baby, 12 chapters, 12 fucking weeks of consistent updates and now this goes on the back burner for a while. Not to worry though, because it will be back eventually! And ooh baby do I have some very, very fun plans for what's coming next. It's literally nothing I've seen attempted by any of the other PJOxYJ crossovers on the site, so I'm really excited to give it a try. Let me know what your predictions are, and what you think I have planned up my sleeve. Thanks again for all the love and support you all have shown, and I'm glad you're all enjoying the ride as much as I am. As always if you enjoyed this but haven't checked out my other work, give them a try you never know you might find something else you like. I'm also on discord now, where I and a bunch of other writers hang out, chat and brainstorm ideas, you just have to copy the link that's in my profile bio if you want to come and hang out with us. Stay safe, stay healthy and have an awesome week

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