PJO x Gotham Crossover

Trespassing is not as fun as you'd think

Nico was currently being chased by rabid hellbound drenched in hot pink glitter.

He was ducking and weaving through alleyways in a desperate attempt to lose the monster chasing him, but that was made increasingly difficult, as every step he took, about half a pound of blue glitter was loosened from his own clothing.

Now, you're probably wondering how he got into that situation in the first place. Nico wasn't quite sure either.

Well, maybe it started when Nico began planning a robbery, or perhaps when he fell down a flight of stairs. Or just somewhere in between.

Nico didn't have time to ponder it anymore though, as he was broken out of his train of thought by a massive, glitter covered claw, swiping at his leg.

This hellhound was bigger than most, and for some reason ten times more ferocious. Maybe since there weren't many demigods in Gotham, it didn't have a lot of food?

It certainly seemed convinced Nico was dinner.

Nico tripped, rounding another corner and stumbling out onto the empty streets of Gotham. He was back near the Party City, the place he received his glitter-makeover. It was supposed to have been an easy first night, just a few stray documents lit on fire, but then that somehow alerted a hellhound which led to the monster and Nico crashing through a brick wall.

Unsurprisingly, with Nico's luck, they landed in the back of a Party City, specifically on top of several buckets of glitter that were being prepped for whatever purpose. Someone had probably placed an in-store order for it or something, which Nico didn't really know why you'd ever need that much glitter but he wasn't one to judge.

A very angry roar sounded behind him, as in, right behind him.

Nico startled at the noise, said shock being the only thing that saved him from getting skewered like an edgy kebab.

He barely had time to think before rolling away, which caused a flare of pain to shoot through his dislocated shoulder, something he probably should have mentioned.
How that came to be was another story entirely, actually it wasn't really, it came from falling down the stairs (he refused to elaborate).

Nico managed to twist around on the ground just in time to see the gaping mouth of a giant sparkly Mastiff dog.

Truly a wonderful way to die.

Although on second thought, as Nico watched his quite frankly traumatizing life flash before his eyes, he decided that he did not wish to be reunited with his father already (Nico was still salty about the Cocoa Puffs thing).

That left Nico with about 2 seconds to act on instinct, and one large half-eaten pretzel hurled straight into the dogs mouth (which was kinda sad because Nico had been saving that for later) in a desperate last ditch effort.

And surprisingly, the dog choked. As in, wheezing and whining, Nico would've almost felt bad if the monster hadn't previously tried to brutally murder and eat him.
He certainly would have to mention that to Will later.
Pretzels were a choking hazard.

Nico gladly took the opportunity of distraction and grabbed the celestial bronze dagger currently hanging from his belt, stabbing the hellhound in the neck while effectively getting more glitter on his hand as well as monster remains.

Huh.

'well that was unusual' Nico had time to think, before passing out.

* * *

Jason Todds day had not been going well so far.
He burnt his breakfast, stubbed his toe, brushed his teeth so hard out of anger that his gums started bleeding, and was Rickrolled by a thirteen year-old assassin child who probably didn't even know what a Rickroll was, which meant someone had helped him set it up, also meaning, people were starting to team up in the prank war.

And to top it all of, his order on 11 pounds of glitter for prank war was cancelled due to unforseen circumstances (seriously???).

The rest of Jason's day had not gone any better, several toes were stubbed and a cactus was hurled at his head with the intent to kill. So that was just great, awesome, Jason was most definitely not cranky as fuck by the time he had patrol, nuh uh, not at all whatsoever, did not sound like him.

And it definitely did not sound like him to take his aggressions out on unsuspecting criminals, giving surprise head trauma was not his thing, so of course he made sure to warn them beforehand. He may or may not have also very passive aggressively psychologically analyzed the snobby rich kid he was forced to lead home, because the teen had gotten too far away from home to smoke apparently.

Other than sacrificing his dignity and saving a really feral cat from a tree, because an old lady with an AK-47 had asked him to (scarier experience than dying), Jason hadn't actually done much interesting during his patrol.

Which was why, when he got the news that Gotham's one, and only Party City had been ravaged by a sparkly poodle and a gothic teen, his interest was piqued to say the least.

Running over the rooftops with speed that would put Flash to shame, he was touching down on the street the scuffle had been reported at.

It did not take very long to find the culprit (the poodle was missing though, Jason would've liked to meet it).

Lying unmoving on the ground and drenched in mainly blue glitter, with a topcoat of pink and gold dust, was an emo teenager.
And unless Jason's version of teenagers were too screwed up from looking at his own family, the boy was no older than 15.

Jason's first thought was 'is he dead?', and second thought being 'what the actual fuck.'

After confirming that said teen was alive, he turned to examine the damage on the Party store.
And there was a hole, straight through the back wall, like a giant dog or something had purged through the poor store. Jason felt for whichever, probably young and underpaid, staff members would have to deal with that.

Maybe the 'poodle' reported, wasn't actually a poodle and more like a truck. Or maybe it was truly just a really big dog. Jason discarded that thought pretty quickly. A giant dog? Ridiculous. Jason wasn't the smartest in the family but he was still a detective, and he had at least enough intelligence to know that was an utterly stupid idea.

Jason turned back to the teen to see if they'd come back to consciousness, and found the kid fully awake and staring at him in shock. Though it wasn't the 'ohmygodit'stheredhoodishegonnakillmeeventhoughnewshavestatedhedoesn'tkillkids' and more like a 'ohfuckthisshitwasnotpartofmyeveningplans' kind of shock.

The silence was so incredibly loud as Jason and the unknown sparkly teen stared awkwardly, neither person wanting to be the first to speak.

"Oh fuck this shit" the teen cursed.

Then Jason screamed (a very manly scream of course), because less than seconds after that, the kid disappeared into the ground in a puddle of shadows.

"what the fuck-"

End note: Sorry for the kinda short chapter and long wait! I had a shit ton of birthdays to attend these two weeks and prep for the next weeks of school (I'll be going on summer break in 2 weeks tho so I'll be able to write more!)
Hope u enjoyed:), I'm giggling mischievously rn cus we're finally getting into more of the plot>:)

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