Part one of story: Started December 25 2016; Finished Feb 8 2017 Part two of story: Started February 26 2019; Finished ???? ~~~~~ Dick Grayson died at the age of five by drowning. It wasn't meant to happen-- it just happened. Three years after his death, his parents were murdered. The Court Of Owls lost interest in his family, Haley's Circus has moved on. Dick was dead, but he saw everything. Now thirteen years old, Dick Grayson now goes by Gray Son. When he died, he didn't go anywhere. He just stayed there, not really knowing why. He's a demon. People, villains, and heroes call him the Devil's heir, even if they don't really know if he's a demon. Not allowed to leave humanity, he takes a teen form in which he would've looked like if he was truly alive, and lives-- DIES-- with it... ...He'll scream and shout, and he knows no one is gonna be about. "Not all scars show, not all wounds heal. Sometimes you can't always see, the pain someone feels" - Unknown

1939 is when the war started. It's also when seven year old Perseus Jackson stumbled upon a camp made of of girls in Silver aiming blows at him. How is it that 1939 is when everything changed for Perseus Jackson especially in 1940 when he meets one small, frail Steve Rogers. Embark on the journey of friendship between man and dog/wolf. Thank you to @jjjmsl for the cover of the book and being my awesome editor.

Upon his parent's deaths during a circus "accident" in Metropolis, Dick Grayson is taken in by Lex Luthor, who sees much potential in him. Dick is trained by the mercenary Deathstroke to become Luthor's personal assassin. Can the Justice League and Young Justice convince the dangerous boy that he's on the wrong side?

I actually thought that I was lucky for once. I spoke too soon. My death is slow, so naturally my life flashing before my eyes is just as slow. I have to relive everything. My mother's death. My stepfather. The tests. Even though I get to relive my friends. "The Demigods". I get to remember the good times but, I have to go through their deaths as well. I should have saved them. Why didn't I save them? No- Why did I even suggest such a stupid thing. I should've listened to Annabeth. Doesn't matter. It's too late now. So, I guess sit back enjoy the replay of this horrible thing I called a "life"

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

Bruce Wayne never went to the circus on the day the Graysons died, meaning he never adopted their orphaned son, Richard. Dick went to a Juvenile Detention Centre for eight months before spending a year going in and out different foster homes, each one rejecting him, now he's in a Gotham orphanage. Five years after the Graysons death, and there's a new black haired, blue eyed thief in Gotham, nobody knows who he is, it's a mystery. So that's what they've called him- Mystery. Mystery constantly annoys the Justice League and their sidekicks, occasionally helping out when it suits him. The Justice League know nothing about the young boy and its starting to frustrate them, especially Batman. What happens when they find out that Mystery is just Richard Grayson, a messed up orphan? Will they decide to send him back to Juvie or help him? Unknown to the Justice League, he's running from something, but what? AU Disclaimer- I don't own Young Justice

Dick Grayson was never the 'Justice' type... Nor was he the 'Revenge' type. He was neither hero or villain Good or evil. Right or wrong Held right at the epicenter of gray areas and blurred lines. He was just the messenger of information, An information broker and hacker by the name of Rat.

The Batfam is going on a nice family vacation; what could go wrong? When Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian crash in the middle of the ocean during a thunderstorm, they find themselves washed up on a deserted island. They'll have to rely on their skills and each other to survive until help arrives. If someone actually finds them, that is. DISCLAIMER: This story was originally made by robindjtsd11 on Fanfiction.com so THIS IS NOT MINE!!!

This is something I have been experimenting with for a very long time now, so I hope you all enjoy it. Disclaimer: I do not own PJO/HOO, Rick Riordan does. Clue: About the Hunt and Apollo. But let's not forget the man himself, Perseus Jackson.