Percy-Jackson Young-Justice crossover. Fem Percy is betrayed by everyone at camp. Percy decides to start anew. Chaos asks her to be his eyes and ears on earth and gives her his blessing. The catch... She has to become a superhero!
After that, we go home and get ready for the Wayne Enterprises Charity Gala. Yay!
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As I get ready for the Gala, I spot a dress lying neatly on the bed with a note.
Dear Andromeda/Persephone,
On your bed is a dress. I saw that you didn't have a nice one for this occasion and decided to do a little bit of shopping.
-Chaos
PS. Thalia and Nico have outfits on their beds as well.
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As I walk out to the main area and see Thalia and Nico fully decked out in their attire. Wow! We look good.
"So, does everyone know what we're doing tonight?" I ask. Nico grunts and Thalia rolls her eyes and nods her head.
"Yes, Kelp-head we know what we are doing" Thaila states in a bored manner.
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We order a limo and get driven to the Wayne Mansion. Yay! Sitting in a car for 20+ minutes.
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When we arrive, the party has just started. Music is playing loudly. Unfortunately, it's classical. (No hate) As we walk in we are greeted by that boy I ran into today, Richy!
"Hey, I ran into you at school today, literally, right?" Richy asks.
"Yeah, that was clumsy old me," I say back with blush coating my face.
"Right, well welcome, I hope you and your friends have a lovely time," Richy says.
We smile at him (Well, Nico nods) and we walk inside. The mansion has a certain grandeur to it. It has high ceilings and a beautiful chandelier. As we were escorted to the main banquet room my eyes pull at any and every detail of the house in case of an attack. I can tell the others are as well due to their posture and eye movement.
As soon as we get there we know that we are out of our league. They are all what Ed Sheeran would call Beautiful People. (Get it?)
The three of us decide after a lot of arguing that we should split up to cover more ground and MM if their's anything out of place. (Mind Message)
After 30 minutes of meaningless small talk, the lights start to flicker and go out. Alarms cried as people started screaming and trying to find a safe place to hide. In the record time of two minutes, the pitch-black room is suddenly filled with light. The Wayne's were on stage with gags around their mouths and guns pointed to their heads. The goons holding the guns had clown masks on. Jokers lackeys. Fun.
Soon the familiar cackle of pure madness had spread around the hall. The Joker was here and wanted to play.
