What will I do now? There is no purpose for me to live. The fates...the cruel, merciless fates shattered my mind, my soul. The gods didn't care...they never did... Did they? Should I glue back the pieces? Or should I leave it shattered... What would be better? End my misery...The gods don't care. I have already won two wars for them. I have no purpose. I looked at the shining blade, glinting in the moonlight, fascinated. Slowly, as if in a trance, I brought it down onto my skin and started drawing-drawing crimson lines. I felt no pain. There was nothing to feel. I thought that it would get rid of my pain. It did not. I would have to try something else; something else to stop the constant throbbing of my heart. What could stop it? Death still owes me a favor.

What will happen when the team's Robin gets caught on a mission? Will their intelligent and brave Robin have his wings clipped forever? Or will they be able to save him from the evil clutches of the Joker, Harley and Bane? Follow the journey as the team embarks on a mission to save Robin, learning new facts about their youngest member a long the way. *Important note:* This story is unedited (and will remain this way) - there are grammatical errors, spelling mistakes, and flaws in the plot. I wrote this year's ago when I was an early teen. I have chosen to leave it up because I think someone may still enjoy it, despite all the problems with it. All I ask is, if you leave a comment, please be kind. Especially to each other. Thank you.

Being a psychiatrist at Arkham means dealing with some of the most dangerous criminals in Gotham. Doctor Lilith Matthews was very aware of this, but took the job anyway. She was supposed to be his substitute doctor, until his recovered. Instead she was changed to his full on doctor. What Lilith had no idea, was that all of these criminals would break out of their cells and take over the island, along with Batman to try and stop it. Will Lilith survive a night in Hell? Or fall prey at the hands of her patient... The Scarecrow. BOOK ONE OF THE PANIK: ARKHAM TRILOGY CHECK OUT THE SEQUEL: Nowhere to Hide © 2016 | Catherine

Percy Jackson / Leo Valdez / Nico Di Angelo cross over with Suicide Squad. Everyone died except us. Annabeth... Calypso... Will... Piper... Jason... Hazel... Frank... It's not fair... Nothing is fair... Second chances don't exist in this tainted world.

Previously: Percy Jackson has encountered the Avengers and in the process of another war, recruited one of the most powerful demigods in history. But what is she really? A monster? A demon? Unfortunately, power attracts attention. The dangerous attention of Dean and Sam Winchester. Will these worlds accept one another? Or will they go down in flames?

A/N: I do not own anything except for the things I made, all belongs to Rick Riordan. I know, I know. It's not the most original story. But...You know what? I'll do the disclaimer later. For now, let's get on to the synopsis, shall we? We shall. ~~ People will use you over and over again to their fulfilment. They'll play with you until you're beaten to the bone. Until you're not shining anymore and they throw you away. Well, in my case it's the demigods and the Gods. Look, I didn't ask for any of this. I had accepted anything that came my way before, but don't I get my own happy ending? All I wanted was to live peacefully with my girlfriend, Annabeth Chase who I would do anything for, and my friends. We deserve at least that. So why is it as soon as he comes in everything was taken away from me? What did I do? What did Timothy Leon ever do to have the right to take everything that I have? He didn't save the world. I did. He didn't go to a long dangerous quest alone just for the sake of his friends to finally have a happy life. I did. So, I left. Thus, the start of my new life free from the Gods and their controlling ways. I was finally where I belong but now, I have to go back. Well, it was a matter of time anyway. Sooner or later, you'll have to face the past and unfortunately, my time has come.

PERCY JACKSON is at the brink of death... again. He's scared, trapped and alone- in his own mind. Meanwhile, in the real world, the seven and the rest of camp are worried about him. To them, the great Percy Jackson has been staring at a wall for three days straight, muttering strange things... Little do they know, horrors worse than all their nightmares combined have come back to torture him. Will they be able to find a way to get him out and figure out who was the culprit? Or will Percy be forced to be a prisoner forever? ------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------- ****************** Cover design by @tikachi Cover illustration by viria

"I'll fix this Percy," Annabeth promises, staring at the crack lines of his hands. Maybe it was determination, or maybe she just inherited a whole lot of stupid, but when the next words came out of her mouth she didn't regret them, "I promise on the River Styx, I WILL fix this," Thunder boomed despite the lack of clouds outside, and vaguely she wondered if anyone who happened to be paying attention could hear it, or if it was just for the ears of the oath-maker. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A very ancient, very old curse is cast. One meant only for children of the sea god, Poseidon, and his Roman counterpart, Neptune. Percy finds himself struggling for survival, as Annabeth embarks on a quest to find a cure to this curse before Percy is gone...this time, for good. But time is running out. The countdown for survival is coming to an end. **Hiatus** [Ranked #2 in Sickness]

Annabeth had been through a lot of unbearable pain before. Being a half-blood, she had a lot of experience with pain. But none of those could compare to this. The emptiness- No. Not emptiness. Heartbroken. Grief. Loss. Not emptiness. It hurt so much that it was worse than dying. HE left a whole in her heart. The whole that he left was worse than Luke's. And she hates HIM for that. HE left her a scar that not even ambrosia and nectar could ever cure. HE left her dying. She wanted to kill herself. She wanted to cut herself. She wanted to plunge into the depths of Tartarus, curl up and die. After everything she did to survive, she wanted to give up. But she just couldn't. He wouldn't want her too. He would want her to stop hurting and move on. But she just couldn't. She was alive and dead at the same time. That's how it felt when Percy Jackson died. There was no moving on from Percy Jackson.

Ever heard of the monster hunter Van Helsing? Yes, he worked with the Vatican, but only a few knew that he secretly made a pact with a spirit, and taught the generations how to do the same. Our story begins in the world of today, where the power of spirits is tested in the shadows...