Son of Wonder Woman

Collision of Worlds

The sun had barely risen over Gotham City, casting a pale light over the sprawling metropolis, when Percy Jackson trudged into Gotham Academy. His eyes, rimmed with dark circles, betrayed his exhaustion, yet his steps were steady and determined. He maneuvered through the bustling hallways with practiced ease, blending into the sea of students as he moved from one class to the next. Despite his fatigue, he remained focused, keeping to himself and avoiding unnecessary interactions.

Among the throngs of students were Artemis Crock and her friends from the team, who had seamlessly integrated themselves into the school's student body. Artemis, ever observant, couldn't help but cast occasional glances in Percy's direction. Since their awkward encounter in the library, her curiosity about him had only grown. Still, she maintained her distance, wary of drawing too much attention to her interest.

As the school day progressed, Percy navigated his classes with a quiet resolve. He took meticulous notes, participated when necessary, and avoided any unnecessary conflicts. His mind, however, was a whirlwind of thoughts—homework assignments, job schedules, and the nagging worry about his next shift with Black Mask.

The final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. Students flooded the hallways, eager to escape the confines of the academy. Percy, his backpack slung over one shoulder, made his way to Big Belly Burger, where he worked part-time to make ends meet. The fast-food restaurant was a cacophony of activity, with orders being shouted and burgers sizzling on the grill. Percy slipped behind the counter, donning his apron and plastering a polite smile on his face.

"Hey, Percy," his coworker, Jake, greeted him as he flipped a burger. "You look beat, man. Everything okay?"

Percy forced a reassuring smile. "Yeah, just a long day. But I'm managing."

Jake gave him a sympathetic look but didn't press further. Percy appreciated the unspoken understanding as he focused on his tasks, taking orders and preparing food with practiced efficiency. Despite the relentless pace, he found a certain rhythm in the work, a brief respite from the chaos of his double life.

Hours passed, and the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the city. Percy's shift ended, and he headed home to change for his night job. In his small, sparsely furnished apartment, he donned a ski mask and dark clothing, transforming into one of Black Mask's henchmen. The mask concealed his identity, allowing him to operate under the radar.

Meanwhile, across town, Artemis and the Young Justice team were suiting up for their nightly patrol. They had received intel about a significant operation orchestrated by Black Mask and were determined to intercept it. Clad in their gear, they gathered around a holographic map, discussing their strategy.

"Black Mask is moving something big tonight," Nightwing said, his tone serious. "We need to be prepared for anything."

Artemis nodded, her thoughts momentarily drifting to Percy. She shook her head, refocusing on the mission. "Let's do this."

As the team moved out, the cityscape blurred into a dark tapestry of shadows and streetlights. They approached a dimly lit warehouse on the outskirts of the city, their senses heightened. The building loomed ahead, its windows dark and its exterior silent, but the team knew better than to be deceived by the calm façade.

Inside the warehouse, Percy took his position, guarding a crucial part of Black Mask's operation. The air was thick with tension, and he felt the weight of his double life pressing down on him. He scanned the room, noting the positions of his fellow henchmen and the valuable cargo they were protecting.

Unbeknownst to Percy, the Young Justice team had arrived. They approached with caution, their movements precise and coordinated. Nightwing signaled for the attack, and the team sprang into action, launching a surprise assault on the warehouse.