Later that night once the sun had finally set and the moon had risen to its peak, Persie slipped out of bed after turning off her alarm. She moved quietly across her room and opened her wardrobe, shoving her other clothes aside to reveal a previously concealed cupboard that held her costume. She pulled it out and methodically pulled it on, pulling her helmet on over her long braid and slid across to stand in front of her mirror. It never got tired looking at herself in this costume. She looked like an almost completely different person. Only Paul, the gods and the people from camp would have a chance at recognising her.

She had managed to salvage the armour that Beckendorf had made her before his death and before her...well before everything had gone to shit. It was an amazing piece of work. The bronze breastplate was engraved with a gentle gold. She wore a deep blue long-sleeved Kevlar shirt and long black tights of the same material. Over the tights she wore a traditional bronze-plated leather skirt that Beckendorf had somehow managed to tinge blue. She had tough black boots and above them, greaves, covering her knees and shins. Persie had managed to find herself a marvellous pair of black gloves that protected her hands well while still giving her mobility and the gauntlets covering her forearms, like the rest of her armour had the amazing ability to be both slim and light whilst still giving her great protection.

Persie grinned at her reflection before she slipped her helmet on over her head. It had been altered slightly from the more traditional style to one which was slightly more modern. It was still made of bronze but now her eyes were covered by a white material that was often used in domino masks. The ear holes were now larger and covered with a fine mesh and to top the entire thing off there was a blue horsehair plume. She also wore a waist length blue cloak that was fastened with a sea- shell clasp on her shoulder. She had taken the inspiration from the shade of Theseus that Nico had summoned.

After she was exiled Persie had realised that if she was going to fight crime in the mortal world, she should be able to fight mortals. So a new sword had been added to her arsenal along with a set long hunting knives strapped to her leg beneath her skirt and a collapsible staff in her boot. The new sword slipped it into the sheath at her hip with Riptide in pen form in a small pocket on the sheath and strapped her belt around her waist. It had taken them a while but eventually Persie and Beckendorf had managed to make her a belt that could hold a surprising amount of water for her to use at any time. After the second Titan war, Persie had discovered a few new tricks and the belt that had been created for her had proved to be more useful than just as a source for energy and healing as it had been originally designed for. It was a beautiful piece based on a normal leather belt. The water was held in several long tubes which twined intricately around the belt in patterns which looked like a mix of knots and snakes.

Persie looked back at the door to her bedroom for a long moment, thinking of Paul's room just across from her own and then she turned stubbornly back to the window. Paul had given her his blessing, he understood that she had to do this. If she wasn't allowed to help her own kind she should be able to help others in need. Manhattan didn't have its own designated hero who had staked out a territory so she took it for herself. Manhattan had always been her town. She had lived there her whole life and now she should be able to give something back to it.

With a smile on her face she opened the window and leapt out. She had purposely chosen the room which looked out onto a alley that had no other windows so she was ensured an unseen exit onto the roof below. Once she got there she was eight stories above the city and grinned, feeling the salty wind from the bay on her face and the light smattering of rain on her face. With a cry of

delight she leapt into the air and just as she was about form a platform to carry her she was jerked suddenly to a stop mid-air. She was spun in a circle and faced her attacker with her sword drawn. She didn't even pause when she was greeted with a green face, pinched in concern, red hair floating around her face along with a cape.

"Miss Martian, I presume?" Persie snapped. "Let me down."

"But you jumped!" she gasped. "You jumped off the roof!" she added, gesturing down at the road below and the cars that were speeding past.

"I would have been fine." Persie snapped. "I know what I'm doing."

"Let her down." a new voice called and Persie turned her head to see two guys stood on the roof across the alleyway.

Miss Martian looked dubious but let Persie drop and she expertly formed a platform out of the water around her and crossed her arms, smirking slightly as they winced at the screech of her gauntlets scraping against each other and her breastplate. "What are doing here? Manhattan is my city. No one else had claimed it, so it's mine." she fixed the three of them with a steely look that they probably couldn't see but no doubt they got the gist of it.

"Do you know who we are?" one of the guys asked.

Persie scoffed. "Who the hell doesn't?" she gestured at them just as Miss Martian gently landed beside them. "Nightwing, Blaze and Miss Martian."

The man in black from head to foot except for a slash of blue across his chest in the shape of a bird in flight. He looked over to his friend with a smirk, nodding to him in an obvious nudge to take over. The other guy wore black as well but he had an orange and red lightning bolt running down the front of his costume, slightly off centre. He had a half cowl which showed both his face and his bright red and oddly familiar hair. The cowl had orange lightning bolts on the ear and at the top of his boots. Blaze wore large red tinted goggles over his eyes and he looked rather uncomfortable, looking up at the angry looking girl. "Ah, you're Oceania aren't you?"

Persie laughed shortly. "That's what they call me." she let a tendril of water snake down to him and dance along his chest as Persie floated closer to him. "Now." she asked, leaning in even closer as the water began to tighten around his throat. "What are you doing here?"

"Um, Well-ah..." Blaze stuttered before Nightwing took over.

"Just stop talking to the pretty girl Kid Mouth." he muttered. "Look. Have you heard about any drug rings starting up in the past few days?"

Persie shrugged. "There have been whispers." she admitted, releasing Blaze and laying one hand on her hip and tapping her sword with the other. "Some dicks in the downtown. I meant to get into it tonight actually." she said meaningfully.

"Well how about we work together!" Miss Martian said happily, clapping her hands together. "It'll be so much fun!"

Persie leaned back raising an eyebrow at the Martian's obvious joy and Blaze's embarrassment. "Sure." she drawled. "Just this once." she allowed. "But next time a little heads up? I'm sure you know how territorial we can all be."

Nightwing nodded. "Of course." he grinned. "You ready to have some fun?"

Persie grinned right back. "I've been itching for a fight for ages."

"Let's go then." Blaze said, zooming away and then appearing back a few seconds later on the other side of the building. "Slow pokes."

"Is he always like that?" Persie asked in amusement.

Nightwing sighed and Miss Martian giggled. "Yes." Nightwing muttered. "We thought he might grow out of it."

"It didn't work." she deadpanned and Nightwing laughed.

"I like you, Oceania. I think we're gonna be great friends."

"Oh, we should introduce to the team." Miss Martian gushed. "You would get on with Aqualad."

"Maybe later, Miss M." Nightwing interrupted, patting her on the arm. "After we've taken down the bad guys."