My Crazy Ex-boyfriend (A Batman and Percy Jackson Crossover)

Chapter 3: My cousin, Demon Spawn

We get out of the car in front of the Wayne Manor. I can tell Moonlight's jaw hit the ground. I head to the back of the car and wait for it to open so we can get out bags out.

Finally it does. As I reach forward to grab my bags, a hand reaches pass me and grabs them before I can. I turn on my heel to face who ever just took my bags.

It is Damian Wayne, my cousin. And he is trying to open one of my bags. I walk closer and stand right behind him.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, DAMIAN," I shout full volume in his ears. He jumps and puts his hands over his ears.

"Ouch, remind me never to tick you off," Dick makes the mistake of of saying.

I storm over to him and start to take out my anger on him. I throw a right hook powerful enough to knock a hell hound out cold. It connects with Dick's jaw, square. His jaw gives a bit under my hand. Dick falls backwards with a shook look on his face. Moonlight grabs me before I can go on hitting Dick. She pulls my arms behind my back and uses her weight to keep them there. Fern rushes over to her fiance and pulls him to his feet.

"That's quite a punch you got there. Where'd you learn how to hit like that?" Dick asks, rubbing his jaw where I hit him. Moonlight lets go of my arms, now that I'm calmed down.

"Camp Half-blood," I say, not bothering to lie about it. I walk over to Damian and pick my bags.

"Oh," Dick says, still rubbing his jaw.

"Where's me and Moonlight's room?" I ask Alfred. Both Moonlight and I have all of our things out of the car.

"Follow me," Alfred says and leads us inside.

Our room is perfect for two demigod girls. Two beds, a huge closet, and a room for us to spar in as well as an artery range for Moonlight. The beds are right next to each other. There is a pair of dressing tables that are white. Moonlight and I kick Alfred out and start screaming our heads off like, well, girls.

After we calm down, we get to work unpacking our stuff. The funny thing is, neither of us packed much clothes. In fact, all we have are a few Camp Half-Blood shirts and pairs of jeans.

"Great," I say slipping into Ancient Greek in case of anyone listening in.

"Isn't your uncle rich," Moon says in Greek, putting the weapons we brought in the training room while I flopped down onto one of the beds.

"Yeah he is. You thinking what I'm thinking?" I ask in English, standing back up.

"SHOPPING TRIP!!!!" We scream at the same time.

"When?" Moon asks me.

"Now. I'll go ask him right now," I say heading to go find my uncle. On the way, I run into someone and both my sunglasses and bangs fly away from my scar, leaving it bare and open to the person who ran into me.