Perseus Jackson always hid who she was, masquerading as a man to protect not only herself but her mother as well. But now, years after both wars, Percy was a SHIELD agent through and through, deep connections forged together with some of the highest ranking agents there. As threats appear on the horizon, follow Percy as she becomes the Avenger's glorified babysitter, dealing with a whole slew of characters. (Perseus is a girl and Pietro is alive)

Another Quest. Another Task. Another world?! What happens when three demigods are sent to a world the Gods had forgotten, to reopen Olympus? PJO x DC TW: Swears I guess? I'm very casual with them in this fic This is a horrifying description. Read to find out.

Skylar Richardson is a 15 year old child of Apollo. She's survived the Battle of the Labyrinth, the War of Manhattan, the Siege of Camp Half Blood, and living in Gotham. But when her little brother got a scholarship to Gotham Academy and befriended Jon Kent and a reluctant Damian Wayne, her life got even weirder. Why are the Waynes always injured? On the other hand, why are the Kent boys *never* injured. And was that a new prophecy about the Mist breaking? For Apollo's sake. Can't we just get a break? (Now Complete!)

Fem Percy goes to live with an uncle she never knew she had I'll make this better later

Percy thinks she's done with the demigod life for the moment. After all she told the gods that she wanted to be left alone. Not even a week later, her dad appears and tells her he has something she needs to do. And it's not like she can ignore what he wants... I don't own you can't sue I want to die cause school so hit me with your shoes

After the wars, after all the people she lost, Percy was tired. She was done with the mythical world, all she wanted was peace. So she returned home to her mother's apartment. But she couldn't stand the looks she was given by her mother, the pitying looks. So she moved away from everything she knew and everything that knew her, becoming someone else. She pointed to a map and chose a city at random, Gotham. She had no real idea what she was going to do, but she would figure it out. When she got a security job at Wayne Enterprises, she was happy, it was something that she could do, she knew violence, she knew how to deal with it. What she didn't expect was getting closer to her employer, what she didn't expect was to find somewhere where she could actually heal.

Book 2 of the 'Demigod in Gotham' Series When Nico moved to Gotham, all he wanted was to do good. He never asked to be adopted by Bruce Wayne. He never asked for Slade to come after him. He never asked to die. And more than anything else, he never asked to be revived. ---------- "I excused what you did with Slade, but you cannot continue to break rules and put yourself at risk-" Nico laughed. "Excused? You excused it?" Nightwing approached the table, probably knowing where this was going. "Demo-" The demigod ignored his brother. "Slade wanted to sell my people as slaves. Not only did he deserve to die, but he needed to." Bruce stood up, his hands on the table. "Slade's death was not your call and I respected that-" "No, you were forced to accept it because you couldn't stop me. You wanted me to spare him, just like every single one of your sons have up until that point, but how did that work out? When did Slade ever face justice for all the things he had done after they spared him? He deserved to die for everything he had done!" "It is not our place-" "Then thank f*ck that it actually was my place to do what you never could!" Bruce clenched his jaw. They stared at each other for a long moment before Bruce finally said, "We fight for justice, not vengeance. If you allow yourself to sink down to that place, you may never come back. It will kill you if you keep on fighting to avenge things that have not even happened yet" Nico stared at his father, the rage that had been boiling underneath his skin every second since he had woken up back in November began to break through the surface. He took off his domino mask and tossed it onto the table, making sure that Bruce had to look at his eyes-- the ones that no longer resembled the fourteen year old that Bruce had once asked to join his family. "Good thing I already died then." --------- daily updates @ 12:15 am EST (starting April 8th )