There wasn't many things Percy hated, dislike maybe but not hate. Well, he supposed that the issue that brought up this topic was more of a annoyance than anything, but still. It has been two hours since he had called his father that caused Percy's stress rate to go up by several hundred notches; also two hours since he has been shoved into a empty room.

Being the only demigod of Poseidon, he was use to having a cabin all by himself. He also has his own room at his house that his mother kept clean for him. Normally, a person would be relieved to be away from all the strangely dressed strangers that looked at him with accusing eyes; but we have established Percy isn't normal, in any form of the word. As soon as he stepped in to the room, he immediately wanted to go back to the living room where everyone else was; tension and accusations be dam. Who, in the name of gods, painted a room stark white with all white furniture?! Despite being in his twenties, he wanted to stomp his foot like a spoiled brat at the horrendous room that was murder to his eyes. Apparently, whoever owns this stupid house needs some children of Athena to give them smarter ideas for decor and Aphrodite to design the place with some kind of color that didn't look like a insane asylum!

He positioned himself across the bed, eyes widening when his body sunk a few more inches than what he was expecting into the bed; the mattress was very soft compared to what Percy had ever slept on. Wonder if anyone would notice if he vapor traveled with the mattress back to his little apartment a few blocks from his mom's own? He blinked once at the thought. The sudden urge to smack his palm against his forehead was overwhelming. Sometimes he could understand why people at camp called him Seaweed Brain. He could just vapor travel himself to Olympus or somewhere near camp. He thought over the pros and cons to that particular idea. It would have to do, but he would take action tomorrow... after he had a nice nap in the bed beneath him. Besides, he could be back tomorrow by lunch and have a day and a half to spare.

And to think everyone calls him a Seaweed Brain.

Okay, so maybe everything wasn't planned out to the very last detail; that became very apparent when he awoke the next morning. M'gann was the first person to bounce in to his room like she ate a truck load of sugar-filled candy. He wasn't a morning type of person, he already had to struggle through the nightmares to get a good few moments of sleep; to be honest, he really didn't give her the most welcoming greeting... unless you count a pillow to the face a great welcome. He supposed he should have apologized, but his brain was working on two hours of nightmare-induced sleep, cut him some slack. But M'gann took the behavior with a grain of salt as she shoved him out of the soft warm bed and, basically, demanded he go to the dinning room where breakfast had already been served. Her bubbly personality so early in the morning gave Percy a headache, but he complied and left to go back towards the area he was seated in the previous night.

It seemed M'gann wasn't the only lively one in the mornings, as everyone was running back and forth. Upon closer inspection, he saw that everyone was actually cleaning up all the rooms and occasionally shoving a few bites of breakfast into their mouths as they worked. He would have normally questioned the odd behavior, but his brain could only process that his stomach was growling and a nice bowl of Fruit Loops was sitting innocently on the kitchen counter. Swiping the bowl swiftly from the counter, he gave a tired sigh. He didn't know how early it was exactly but his body was screaming at him to crawl back to the horrid white room for a few hours of sleep, which he knew wouldn't happen. With his brain working on auto-pilot, he had finished his bowl in record time.

Robin adjusted his black mask as Wally bumped into him from behind with a piece of sausage hanging from his mouth. "Watch where you're going." Robin muttered as he turned his attention back to his stack of blackberry pancakes. Picking up his fork, he was already eyeing a perfectly shaped pancake piece with a rather large blackberry that was drowning in maple syrup. He had been craving pancakes all night long to the point he actually dreamed of what he was going to have with it. And now...

"Didn't know I was interrupting your breakfast."

And now... it would have to wait, he thought sorrowfully as he placed his fork down and pushed his plate away from the edge. It's seems Robin was the only one to acknowledge the new visitor as he turned around. "Wonder Woman, it's an honor to meet you. My name's Robin. Is there anything I can do to help you?" He asked politely as the chatter from the others slowly came to a halt at the name. Percy, on the other hand, slunk his way around the counter and back towards the fridge on the opposite side of the room, going unnoticed all the while. He wanted to see about grabbing a bottled water to clear away his pounding headache and get enough strength to vapor travel away within a hour or two.

"I was looking for Batman. I asked him to look up some information for me last week but he still hasn't reported anything to me. It's vital I talk to him as soon as possible." Her blue eyes locked on to Robins, the intensity of their depths causing him to cast his gaze over her shoulder. Robin had to admit that Wonder Woman was a really beautiful lady with her black wavy hair, light complexion, and deep blue eyes that could harden like steel or soften to a mothering look; but the lady was usually scary as hell, Wally could attest to that much.

"I haven't seen him since yesterday. I think he returned back home to do some research on some things. I'll let him know as soon as I see him, Okay?" Robin gave a small smile as Wonder Woman furrowed her eyebrows at the loud crash that came from the kitchen. M'gann giggled from her seat as a few annoyed words flew from the kitchen, but most of them she couldn't recognize... like it was in a different language.

"My bad! It was just a very important looking vase!"

Wonder Woman frowned at that voice. She didn't really come around the younger team of heroes as she was always busy and she didn't have a sidekick like the others, so she didn't truly know everyone; But she couldn't recognize that voice from anywhere, at least she could do that much with the teenaged-heroes. Maybe the team got a new hero-in-training or something along those lines. Surely, Batman would have announced that at the last Justice League meeting, wouldn't he? It was important to keep track of all new heroes and their powers just in case someone else may have to work with them in the future.

"Who's that?"

The question was innocent enough, but Connor crinkled his nose like it hurt to even think about it. But in reality, he just got a big whiff of something that smelled like rotten eggs; usually, the smell often originated from the garbage truck that drives painfully slow by the building every morning.

M'gann smiled as she picked up her plate and grabbed Connors empty one. "Oh, That's Percy. Batman brought him in yesterday." She walked into the kitchen just as Percy was placing broken pieces of ceramic in the trash can. Noticing he was caught, he gave a sheepish grin as he rubbed a hand through his hair that made M'gann pause before giving a full show of her teeth. He reminded her of a child getting caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

Diana frowned. Why did that name sound so familiar? She was positive that she had heard it from somewhere, but where exactly? It wasn't like it was that popular of a name, and it was kind of strange for a man to have it. She shrugged after a moment, the reason as to why it sounded familiar would eventually appear; not like she has to stress over something so simple.

"You guys have anything planned today?" That was a dumb question, but she wanted to stretch out her visit, if only a little; the rest of the justice league wanted to sometimes act like the young warriors didn't exist, because It was easier to believe that the older heroes was doing okay enough that they didn't rely on children for back-up plans. But it was important that the Justice league have some form of acknowledgement for their hard work instead of staying brind scenes in all aspects.

"Well, Batman said that Canary set up a new training course for us. But I don't know if we can start it today or not. We just have to-"

Wonder Woman was someone who prided herself on being able to stay focused especially when someone was speaking to her. But her attention was difficulty to hold on to when she saw movement from the corner of her eye. Years of training her senses made her all too alert of the presence lurking a few feet behind her. Since joining the league, she has learned to dial down those tuned senses to benefit whatever her surroundings are.

She glanced beside her, seeing a tall young man walk out of a doorway that led to the kitchen. He was holding a bottle of water in one hand as he removed the cap. Whoever the guy was, he didn't acknowledge her presence as he chugged it down within seconds. Her attention zoomed in on the reflective handcuffs snapped tightly around his wrists.

Diana frowned as she took in the tanned skin dotted with scars of training and battle. He didn't look much older than eighteen, but she knew from experience that it didn't mean much judging age by appearance. Something kept nudging at the back of her mind, but she couldn't figure out exactly what it was.

"Who are you?"

Diana watched as the stranger lowered his empty bottle with a raised eyebrow. His bright green eyes gaining a slight blue hue as he tilted his head, analyzing her. She took note that this man's eyes didn't contain lust or any vile thoughts like the other men that she had come across; this stranger was merely sizing her up strategically in case of any future fights. Diana found a little respect for the guy paused in his in his stretched out reply about the days schedule, trying to figure out what exactly was happening.

"When people usually ask me my name, I end up in some unpreferable situations." He. crumpled up his water bottle and tossed it into the trash bin beside him. "But... it's never benefited me to with-hold my name either." He mumbled as he stretched. "My names Percy Jackson." He would have added 'nice to meet you' and all of the classic greetings, but he didn't know this lady and she was looking at him made him wary.

Jackson... where had she heard that last name before? She frowned, the only thing she could remember was when she was with her mom and she... Diana's eyes widened considerably.

"Perseus Jackson?!" Her voice came out as a mumble as she narrowed her gaze, studying every small detail on the figure before her. She pushed every detail she had filed away during bedtime into the front of her mind, making a mental checklist: sea green eyes, tan skin, spikes untamed black hair, crooked smile. The thing that really made her slam on the breaks, was the silver-white streak that slid through the front of his bains, holding a story behind it, just was his scarred skin does.

"You are the Perseus Jackson, son of Sally Jackson?"

Percy slipped his hands calmly into his pockets, fingering the cool metal of his pen. He fought the urge to tense his body, only allowing his eyes to narrow slightly. The last time someone spoke of his mother, besides his father, Sally ended up kidnapped and came close to dying. The way Diana spoke had the rest of the rooms occupants on guard. Khaldur subtley moved over to the side so he was more behind Percy than before as Robin places his hands on his utility belt. Connor merely raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his seat. Wally was too busy trying to sneak a few pieces of food off Robin's plate.

"How do you know my mother?" Being prepared to perform the 'flight or fight' mode flawlessly within a moment's notice, the last thing the son of Poseidon was expecting was for the woman before him to drop down to her knees. He felt his face pale as he realised what she was doing; why was she bowing?

Everyone else wasn't far behind Percy's thoughts, as Robin's jaw dropped and Wally choked on his food. Connor smirked, fully entertained at the expressions across the room. Khaldur only scowled at the confusion of the situation. Batman has claimed the guy as a criminal; so why is one of the famous members old the heroic society bowing down to a terrorist?

"Forgive me, my Lord. I meant no disrespect."

Percy's face twisted into discomfort as he grabbed the lady by the arm, pulling her upright. "Please don't call me that. Don't apologize either." He rolled his shoulders to get rid of the chills running across his back as he examined the blue-eyes woman before him. "You must know of my heritage.." His eyes scanned over her stance and appearance, "Princess Diana." He gave a short bow at the waist. He was happy that Athena's blessing helped him memorize all the knowledge he had read at the library; else he wouldn't have been able to recognize the warrior. Plus it helped that Leo had posters of the hero taped across his workshop wall and he was crazy about keeping up with the heroes outside of Roman and Greek mythology.

Too busy lost within his own thoughts, he didn't notice the small blush that spread across Diana's face. Her facade on the outside was rather calm compared to her mental panic attack. There standing in front of her was the savior of Olympus. The only man that all Amazons admired and respected actually knew her name. The man that's fatal flaw was being too loyal... was wearing handcuffs... like a criminal by a member of the Justice League. She felt her face turn red in embarrassment and then anger.

Percy blinked as the cuffs around his wrists was yanked off within a matter of seconds. Diana wasted no time in tossing the offending item down with a scowl. Searching her belt for the small transmitter, she clicked the lone button; it was only suppose to be used in emergency's but this could be considered just that. It called all available heroes within a thirty mile radius, which was usually a good sum of people. She would give Batman fifteen minutes to arrive even if he was busy.

"Why did you have handcuffs, Perseus?" She gave the item a distasteful glance.

Percy shrugged as he stretched his arms out above his head. "The Mist has caused some complications with my reputation in the public's eye. I have been labeled as a terrorist by the government."

Diana furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "Why wouldn't you tell Batman the truth? You could have your name cleared." She crossed her arms fighting the urge to smile because her childhood idol was standing a few feet away from her.

Percy sat down on the floor. "Revealing something as big as the Mist and its origin would cause panic and chaos. Its best that my family stay hidden for as long as possible."

Diana didn't know if she should punch the guy for not thinking of his reputation, or fawn over his indirect modesty that had been described to her when she first heard of his adventures. She smiled as she thought of exactly who's face she could rub in, that she got to meet the Perseus Jackson! She tried her best to stop smoking like a little kid, but after ten years of looking up to a demigod who was powerful, loyal, and had great morals (not to mention, handsome), she found it difficult. While her mother had been strict about men and how disgusting they were, Hippolyta has developed a severe soft spot for a certain child of Lord Poseidon. Diana remembered that was the only male that every warrior could take about freely and everyone always smiled when he was mentioned. For Diana's Fifhteenth birthday, she has been nervous to ask her mother for what present she wanted; typical warriors wanted weapons, but she already had all kinds to pick from. What she had asked for was a picture of Perseus. It had amazed her at all his heroic accomplishments when he was only a few years younger than herself; she wanted to be able to save people like he seemed to do on every adventure, but to keep his sense of modesty and honor. She had been more than surprised when her mom actually found a photo of the Son of the Sea; he was sitting at a campfire with six other kids, all dirty from training but their smiled were bright. The lighting for the picture wasnt the greatest and it was slightly blurry on one side of the paper, but Diana still treasured it and kept it with her.

"What is going on? How do you know each other?" Khaldur questioned from his corner of the room, still sending wary glances at Percy.