The morning after the armed robbery incident, Percy woke up feeling excitement deep within her bones. She stretched out her limbs, the joints in her upper body popping after a good night's sleep. Her nightmares from Tartarus had almost completely disappeared, only occurring if something during her day triggered painful memories. And since the mythological world was relatively at peace, her normal prophetic demigod dreams were also absent.

Percy got ready to leave her apartment, forgoing breakfast because she knew she would be fed soon. Locking her front door behind her, she walked down the hallway and entered the stairwell. The building had elevators, but she preferred not to use them for obvious reasons and since she only lived on the fourth floor, it was never an issue.

She exited the stairwell after descending only one flight, walked down to apartment 306 and knocked on the door. After a beat, a short old woman in a long floral robe appeared.

"Persephone," said Carol, pursing her lips, "Rent's late I see."

Percy winced. She could never get her landlord to call her by her preferred name.

"So...about that," she laughed nervously, "I went to the bank yesterday to withdraw some cash, but then these guys with guns came in to rob the place. They were stopped, but the police took my money as evidence, so I have to go down to the station to collect it."

Carol stared at her for a long time, trying to determine if she was weaving some kind of elaborate story. Percy tried to look as genuine as possible. Finally, the woman sighed.

"You have until the end of the week," she decided, and Percy opened her mouth to thank her profusely, but then she spoke again, "When you go to get it, ask them to make sure they haven't marked down the serial numbers or anything. I don't want them tracking it."

Carol slammed the door in her face, clearly done conversing, and Percy gaped after her. What in Hades? She would not be asking the police that.

Percy huffed and took the stairwell to the ground floor. She walked a few blocks down and entered Brenda's Café. As a bell announced her entrance, Brenda Miller, the woman who owned the small establishment, glanced up and nodded to acknowledge her presence. She had a rare small smile on her face.

"Hey Percy," she greeted, "You want anything while you're here?"

Percy shook her head, "Nah, I'm good, just passing through."

The other woman hummed and turned back to the espresso machine to make a latte for a customer.

After the war, the gods had created a portal between the Camp Jupiter and Camp Half-blood, so demigods could more easily visit their friends and train with each other. Everyone needed all the support they could get to recover. A year later, a son of Athena and a daughter of Hephaestus had the genius idea of installing the same portals in various locations across the United States. They wanted protectors to be able to bring young half-bloods to camp quicker and more safely. The Athena cabin determined how many portals placed in which locations would be the most efficient. Once the spots had been mapped out, the Hephaestus and Hecate cabins worked together to spread out and integrate the portals into existing architecture. They chose locations that were likely to last a long time and were safe and accessible to many people but also hidden away from prying eyes.

Brenda's Café was one of those locations. At first, the small business had been riddled with debt, and city realtors constantly tried to obtain the property, haggling the woman with secrets from her past. But then the café had miraculously become a success overnight. A little research showed that the Wayne Foundation had financed its growth, using it as an outpost for community outreach.

After the campers arrived, they discovered that Brenda was actually a legacy of Athena. Brenda herself had had no idea, but she was grateful for the information about her demigod mother and welcomed the campers as family. She agreed to let them set up a portal in the bathroom of her café. As cynical and cold as Brenda could be sometimes, she had a soft spot for helping others. She revealed to them later that it was this compulsion that had caught the eye of the Wayne Foundation in the first place.

Waving goodbye, Percy walked towards the back, and after glancing around briefly at the café's inhabitants, stepped into the bathroom. Running her fingers softly over a specific tile on the wall, she muttered the word, "αποκαλύψτε." Reveal. The wall rippled a little and took on a shimmery hue.

"Progreso, Texas," she spoke, and the wall flashed orange, which meant that someone was in the vicinity of the other portal. She waited and after a minute, it turned green signaling that she was free to pass. Percy stepped through.

When she came out the other side, she entered another bathroom. She exited, finding herself in a McDonald's and startling the next person in line to use the restroom. Shrugging in response to the mortal's confused expression, she walked away and onto the street.

The great part about the portals was that not only did they connect to camp, but they also connected to each other. Traveling across the country had never been easier, especially since she still avoided planes.

The hot sun beat down on her shoulders and Percy slipped off her hoodie. Bludhaven might've been chilly this time of year, but Texas was hot as Hades. Percy disliked it but it was the perfect environment for a certain hyperactive son of Hephaestus.

She had only taken this route a few times before, but she easily navigated herself to her friend's home. Leo and Caly's Garage stood at the end of a street in a suburban neighborhood. On the outside, it looked like a modest repair shop, but once Percy entered, she saw that it was as chaotic as she remembered.

"Aqua girl!" an ecstatic voice yelled in her direction, and she turned to see Leo Valdez approaching her.

It had been a few weeks since they had last hung out, and the sight of him warmed her heart. His hair was as curly as ever and covered in soot. His overalls hung loosely around his waist and the grey tank top underneath was ripped in a few odd places.

"Fire boy," she called out, just as fondly.

A crash sounded towards her right and she ducked her head instinctively as a bolt flew through the air. A wheel rolled across the floor between them, and a small boy about 10 years old chased after it, both of them disappearing around the corner. She looked back up at Leo, who shrugged.

"You know you enter at your own risk. I started letting Emanuel work the cars by himself," Leo said, setting his wrench down on a nearby cart, "Now come here and gimme some love."

Percy laughed and hugged him tightly.

When Leo and Calypso opened their repair shop, they offered jobs to local teens with nowhere else to go. There were always people coming in and out of the shop, and they had built themselves a close-knit, genuine community.

"Come on, let's go tell Sunshine you're here," he said, brightly, after pulling away. He led her towards the back, into a small room with couches and a fridge in the corner. There, Calypso was standing over a sink, rinsing a plate. She turned around at the sound of Leo's declaration that he had entered.

Percy smiled, greeting and hugging Calypso the same way she had Leo. The titaness was as radiant as ever, somehow staying pristine despite the messiness of her environment. Percy suspected magic.

"To what do we owe this pleasure, Percy?" Calypso asked her, stepping back to finish drying the dish.

"I may or may not need a favor," she started, looking over to Leo. Her friend raised his eyebrows expectantly.

"I need you to design me a superhero suit."

Her two friends blinked at her.

Then Leo's eyes widened enormously, and he started vibrating where he stood.

"Oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods," he repeated, a tuft of his hair catching fire. Calypso immediately reached up and swatted out the small flame with her hand.

"And what, exactly, prompted this request?" she asked, much more calmly than Leo.

"I just want to do something to help people," Percy responded, slipping her hands into her pockets, "And this seemed like the best way."

"Jason owes me fifty drachmas, fifty," Leo exclaimed gleefully, and Percy looked at him, incredulous.

"You had a bet on whether or not I was gonna go hero?"

"The bet was actually on how much longer you'd last living a normal life," Leo clarified, bringing his hands up to grasp her shoulders and shake her back and forth, "But who cares how rich I am, this is about you! What do you want your costume to look like? Will you use Riptide? Do you want armor? I'm definitely not letting you wear spandex. Holy Hephaestus, have you picked out a name?"

Percy had to take her hands out of her pockets to push Leo off and stabilize herself. Her neck hurt from all the jerking back and forth.

Calypso patted Leo on the arm. "Breath, love, she can't answer your questions if her head flies off her shoulders," she instructed, and Percy shot her a grateful look.

"I don't know the answer to any of those, Repair Boy, that's why I came to you," she confessed.

Leo grinned. "I get creative control. Nice."

"Um no. This is a collaborative effort, and I'm not gonna let you put me in something that looks like hot wheels threw up on it," Percy shot back immediately.

Calypso laughed lightly and asked if Percy had eaten. When the girl said no, Calypso told her to sit and wait a few minutes. Percy took a seat on a sofa chair and sunk back into the cushions, while Leo took a seat opposite from her. He pulled out a small notebook from his toolbelt and pulled a pen out from behind his ear. Tearing off the cap with his teeth, he started to scribble furiously.

"Armor or no armor?"

Percy thought about it. She was the most comfortable with armor, having worn it all throughout her time at camp. But she lived in Bludhaven now, and if she was to get around the city quickly, armor might not be the best option.

"No armor," she decided, "I need something more lightweight."

"Weapons?"

"Sword," Percy said immediately, "And probably a few more smaller blades."

Leo hummed, and Percy leaned over to try to get a peek at what he was doing in his notebook, but he snatched it back and held it against his chest.

"No way, chica, you'll see it when it's done. Colors?"

Percy again took a moment to consider. It would probably do her better to blend in.

"Dark grey," she told him, but then couldn't help but stick to her roots, "With sea-green accents."

"Cape?"

There was a pause, and then—

"No capes!" Percy and Leo said simultaneously, locking eyes and grinning.

"What's this about capes?" Calypso asked, walking towards them with a tray of food. On it were three plates, one held a large serving of chilaquiles with beef, another with a helping of refried beans sprinkled with cheese, and another with two pieces of pan dulce.

Percy practically drooled at the no doubt homemade meal, digging in as soon as Calypso placed the tray in front of her. They fell into a comfortable silence, Percy devouring her breakfast and Calypso watching Leo as he quietly worked on Percy's suit. Occasionally, Calypso would lean over and point to something on the paper which Leo seemed to consider before thanking her for her input.

After a while, Calypso spoke up.

"Do you plan on joining the Justice League?"

Percy swallowed the bite in her mouth and looked up. She hadn't given much thought to the idea, but she considered it now as she spoke.

"I'm not sure," she began slowly, "Maybe eventually, but I feel like I should establish myself first. They wouldn't just let anyone walk onto the team."

"What about Wonder Woman?" the other girl questioned, and Leo perked up at the mention of the superhero, "She could vouch for you."

"I want to make my own path. Diana probably would introduce me as her protégé or something if I asked, but I want to have my own persona," Percy reasoned, cementing her opinion as she said it out loud.

"Are you gonna tell her?" Leo asked, taking a break.

"Nah," Percy said, a lazy smile appearing on her face as she leaned back into the couch, "Let's see if she can figure it out for herself."

"Wait, what about Aquaman, do you know him? And Aqualad?" Leo interrogated, looking excited.

"Yeah, I know Orin. Dad introduced us once when I visited, and I've seen him a few times after that. He's chill, maybe a little uptight though," she revealed, "But I've never met Aqualad. I think he spends most of his time up here. He probably knows about me, but he's never around when I visit the palace."

"Damn chica, you and your league connections," Leo said, raising his eyebrows.

Percy scoffed. "Barely. I just know enough of them to not get killed."

Suddenly Leo's eyes lit up. "Did you know that Superman is actually—"

"Clark Kent? Yeah," Percy finished for him, smirking, "Does he really think those glasses are doing anything?"

Leo laughed along with her, but Calypso looked thoughtful.

"It's true that mortals can be extremely unobservant and, in terms of disguises, even the smart ones can be fooled by the bare minimum. But I wouldn't be surprised if the mist was helping him out a little," she theorized.

Percy was confused and voiced her thoughts. "Why would the mist be involved, he's not a part of our world?"

"No, he's not," Calypso agreed, "But I've noticed that a lot of demigods can easily see the similarities between the reporter and the man in the suit, even though so many mortals cannot. Demigods are naturally more observant and perceptive than the average mortal but even still, it's a miracle he has not yet been found out. The mist works in mysterious ways, and while we can harness its power, it is its own entity. Perhaps it decided that his identity was worth protecting."

They sat in silence and let the information sink in until Leo broke the silence.

"Personally, I think that anyone who wears his underwear over his pants isn't worth the mist's time," Leo said cheekily, flipping imaginary hair over his shoulder.

Percy snickered and even Calypso giggled a little.

"Perce, after you become a hot shot hero, you have to introduce me to Blue Beetle. I need to get my hands on that alien tech, like, yesterday," Leo stressed, reaching his hands out and opening and closing them in a grabbing motion.

"No promises McShizzle, but I'll try my best," Percy told him, "Or you could just design yourself a suit and ask him yourself."

Leo seemed to actually consider it, before shaking his head. "Nah, my life is here. And I'm lovin' it."

He looked over at Calypso during the last sentence with a lovesick smile and she looked at him with the same expression. Percy thought they looked so cute she could barf.

"Yeah, and gods' knows you don't have the right attitude or attention span," Calypso commented, whacking Leo gently over the head with his own notebook.

Leo yelped and swatted her hand away. "Can't argue with that."

Percy watched the two, her heart warm. She loved seeing her friends be disgustingly domestic. It reminded her of how far they had come in life, to be able to enjoy their time like this without death looming over their heads. Deep inside, a part of her wanted to be able to experience the same happiness with someone, but for now, she was satisfied living vicariously through her friends.

"Okay, Perce," Leo said, getting down to business, "Let's talk names."

"Repair Boy, Firestorm, Hotrod, Flamester, Metalman, the Mechanic, McShizzle—"

"Yours, not mine," Leo rolled his eyes, "And Flamester? Seriously? Half of those are just what you call me on the daily."

"Which means I know you'll respond to them on the field."

"Stop distracting me with your horrible naming skills," Leo slammed his fist down on the table, "This is Serious Business!"

Percy stared at him.

"Wow you're more invested in this than I am."

"A good name is crucial. You want to inspire fear in your enemies but also reassure the civilians and your teammates that you're there to save the day. A good name does both of those things while also defining you, your skills and powers, and who you are as a person," Leo explained, an extremely determined expression taking over his face as he delivered his speech.

"Tell that to the guy who goes by Speedy," Percy retorted.

"It's Red Arrow!" Leo practically shrieked.

"Like that's much better...."

"Enough!" Calypso intervened, massaging her temples, "Somehow every time you two are together you devolve into children. Get along or get out."

Leo looked at his girlfriend, jutting a thumb out at Percy. "Me or her?"

"Both of you," Calypso deadpanned, walking out of the room with full confidence that the two would make up easily.

Leo and Percy stared each other down until Percy finally relented.

"Fine, I guess a good name is important. Help me think of one?"

"Of course!" Leo said brightly, their argument long forgotten, "So far, I've got Riptide, Tidal Wave, Tsunami, Wave, Storm, Olympia, Sea Storm, and Kymopoleia."

"Um, no to all of those, I think. I'm not naming myself after my sword or my sister. And the others are just... Olympia, really?" Percy grimaced at the thought of being named after the 600th floor of the Empire State Building.

"Totally cool, I'll think of some others. Do you want something water related?" Leo answered easily, taking her rejection well.

"It doesn't need to be," Percy clarified, "For now, I'm planning on using my powers as little as possible. That way, if the League takes an interest in me, there's a lower chance of me revealing anything I shouldn't."

"There's no way Diana didn't tell them about the gods," Leo frowned, unsure.

"She did, but I'm pretty sure she led them to believe that they all faded a while back. I think Cassie's official story is that she was blessed by an artifact or something," Percy explained, waving her hand around, "Honestly, I don't really know all the politics."

"Cassie the Jupiter legacy?"

"Yup, I've met her a few times, she's really sweet and super headstrong. She loves fighting as much as Thalia but she's less bloodthirsty and more 'Hulk Smash', ya know?" Percy commented, insulting her cousins fondly in the way only family could.

"That doesn't make me feel any better," Leo said dryly, and Percy rolled her eyes. She knew how wary Leo was of Thalia.

She checked the time on her phone and realized she'd been at the garage for hours. She stood up, dusting some crumbs off her pants, and stretching her legs.

"I'm sorry, I gotta go," she confessed.

"Nah, you're good. I think I have some kids coming in a few and I need to train them on the welding equipment. Not everyone can be fireproof like me," Leo grinned at her, "But I'll text you soon with updates. I promise you, the suit's gonna be gorgeous."

"I have no doubt," Percy said, completely genuine. Leo's creations were absolute marvels. She'd seen what he could do with 10 minutes and a pile of scraps so the fact that he was taking the time to design something for her meant it would be incredible, and she was so grateful. "Thanks, repair boy. I mean it."

Leo just smiled at her, shrugging off her thanks. He was always happy to help his friends, and it'd been a while since he had gotten such a fun project to work on. "Where you headed?"

"My mom's house. Estelle's birthday is coming up soon and I need to know what she's currently obsessed with so I can get her a good present," Percy replied. She wasn't lying, but that wasn't exactly the main reason.

"I thought you'd at least want to wait a little before telling Sally that you quit your job."

Percy gaped at Leo.

"How..."

"Oh please, I think we both know you'd wouldn't have time for your job and the hero stuff," Leo scoffed at her, "Plus, that was part of the bet."

Percy glared at her friend. "You bet that I would quit my job?"

"Of course not," Leo corrected, "We bet on when you would quit your job. And I won!"

Percy continued to glare at him, ramping up the intensity, and Leo fidgeted under her stare.

"If it makes you feel better, Jason thought you would last another six months," Leo said quickly, before pausing, "Wait...that didn't help my case."

Percy willed the water from the glass that Calypso had brought out with the food to splash onto Leo's face, soaking his tank top and the edges of his overall. He spluttered, shaking the water out of his hair and eyes.

"I'm gonna leave now before I burst your plumbing," she announced, and spun on her heel and left.

From behind, Leo called out to her. "Bye aqua girl, don't come again!"

...............

Percy took the McDonald's portal again, but this time coming out the other side in the upper east side of Manhattan. New York City, being as large and busy as it was, had multiple portals stationed throughout, one on the border of the Upper East side and Midtown, one in Little Italy, and another in Harlem. That wasn't even counting the ones in Brooklyn, the Bronx, Queens, and Staten Island.

Arriving to the familiar atmosphere of the city she grew up in, she walked a few blocks to her mother's apartment. No matter how many times she visited, the feeling of coming home was something she always cherished.

Turning her key in the lock, she was instantly hit with the scent of fresh baked cookies and her mouth watered. She couldn't remember a time when she came home that her mother hadn't been baking. It was like she always knew when Percy would visit.

"Mom! I'm home!" Percy called out once she had gotten through the door.

A small figure came barreling down the hallway towards her, and she braced herself. She let out a dramatic groan as Estelle Blofis launched herself up and into her arms.

"Percy Percy Percy Percy," her sister chanted excitedly, clutching onto her clothing.

"Hey seastar," Percy responded, turning her head to blow a raspberry into Estelle's cheek.

The younger girl squealed and rubbed her face into Percy's shirt. Jumping down, she pulled Percy by two of her fingers into the kitchen.

"Look who!" she said proudly, presenting Percy to their parents like she was a fish she'd caught.

Estelle's hair had grown since the last time she'd seen her, the wispy bits that previously curled around her face now reaching down just past her shoulders. When she'd been born, her eyes were a clear light blue, same as her mother's but they had tinted ever so slightly green after Poseidon blessed her with safe passage through the seas.

Sally Jackson-Blofis looked up from where she had been stirring something on the stove. Setting the spatula down on the counter, she engulfed her daughter in one of her world-famous hugs.

"Oh Percy, it's been too long! I missed you," she murmured into her hair.

"Missed you too, mom," Percy whispered back.

"One second, let me get Paul," Sally said, detaching from her and disappearing out of the kitchen.

Percy looked down at Estelle.

"Cookies?" she asked.

Estelle pointed to the oven and Percy nodded, a little disappointed that they weren't done yet. Then, Sally returned with Paul in tow. The man was rubbing his eyes a little blearily and, in that moment, his hair looked more salt than pepper. He perked up when he caught sight of his other daughter.

"Percy!" he smiled at her, also pulling her in for a hug which she reciprocated, "It's good to see you."

Percy grinned at him, "Your students' essays are that bad, huh?"

Paul closed his eyes briefly. "You have no idea."

"At least you're not reading mine," she teased him, but speaking the truth. Whatever his students were handing in, she guaranteed that her writing had been worse. For one, she never had the attention span to proofread. Once it was on the page, it was on the page for good.

Paul laughed at her but didn't disagree, knowing full well that long writing assignments were not her forte.

"So, any specific reason you've blessed us with your presence today?" he asked her jokingly.

Percy chuckled nervously, "Actually...kinda."

Both Sally and Blofis tensed immediately, so Percy scrambled to placate them.

"Not a prophecy, I promise, nothing like that," she said quickly, and her parents relaxed again.

"What's going on, honey?" Sally asked, furrowing her brows.

"I just...I may or may not have quit my job," Percy said, hesitantly.

The way Sally barely even blinked was a testament to how incredible her mother was.

"Were you unhappy?" she asked, after a moment.

"Yeah, it never really felt like me," Percy confessed, and Sally took her hands in her own.

"Oh baby, you should've said something sooner."

Beside her, Paul nodded while Estelle watched the whole conversation with wide attentive eyes.

"There's no shame in admitting you aren't enjoying something, no matter how permanent it may seem," Paul said wisely.

Percy smiled at them gratefully. She was so lucky to have such wonderful parents. Now it was time to break the news.

"I'm thinking about becoming a hero actually."

Paul raised an eyebrow. "I was under the impression that you already were one."

Percy's ears turned pink.

"I meant, like a mortal hero. I want to be able to help people and make a difference," she clarified.

Sally looked a little surprised, but mostly concerned.

"That's quite an idea," she started slowly, "Are you sure about this? Is it safe?"

"I really want to do this, mom," Percy pleaded, "I need to. And you know I'll never not be in danger, but I'll do my best to be safe."

"I think you'd make a fine superhero," said Paul, looking proud, "But how would you even go about this?"

"I talked to Leo already and he's gonna make me an official suit and everything. Plus, if I ever need anything, I can ask Diana," Percy replied, before adding "Wonder Woman, she's one of Zeus's" at Paul's questioning glance.

Sally looked thoughtful for a few seconds, before sighing.

"I'm not entirely comfortable with this. I worry, Percy, you just got out of those wars–"

"Five years ago!" Percy protested.

"–but I also know what you're like, no matter what I say you'll just do it anyways."

"Your permission would still be nice," Percy said meekly.

"And you have it," Sally finished, "But you have to be careful."

Percy looked positively gleeful. "I promise," she swore.

"No secrets," Sally warned, "And I want regular updates."

Percy nodded quickly, her mother's terms being more than acceptable.

Suddenly, Estelle spoke up.

"I wanna meet Kid Flash!" she insisted, tugging on the hem of Percy's shirt, and drawing her sister's attention downwards.

"Is he your favorite superhero?" Percy questioned.

"Yeah!" Estelle exclaimed, "Watch!"

The little girl suddenly zoomed out of the kitchen, making whooshing sounds with her mouth, imitating the way Kid Flash ran around during battles.

Sally snorted and Paul looked after his daughter fondly.

"Can you go make sure she doesn't hurt herself or break anything?" Sally asked Percy, turning back to attend to the food she had been cooking, "Dinner will be ready in 10. Paul, you can set the table."

Percy went after her sister, finding her in the living room, playing with some flash action figures.

"You really like him, huh?" she asked, crouching down to see Estelle's toys better.

Estelle placed one of them in Percy's outstretched palm and Percy examined it. It was high quality plastic, and the details were impressive.

"I want to be as fast as him when I'm big," she said in a serious voice and with wide eyes, and Percy gave her back the figurine.

"You'll be even faster," Percy promised, ruffling her hair.

"Percy?"

Percy hummed.

"Who do you like the best?" Estelle demanded.

"My favorite used to be Artemis," she revealed, like it was a secret.

It was true, she found it really amusing that the woman, with a bow and arrow as her choice of weapon, had taken that specific moniker. Plus, her combat skills and marksmanship were impressive.

"Because of Lady Artemis?" Estelle asked astutely.

They had slowly started to introduce Estelle to the mythological world a few months ago. As she was still young, she believed their stories with little hesitation. She didn't yet fully understand the dangers that Percy and the other demigods faced and they decided not to tell her anything about the wars until she was older. But for now, Percy was happy making her sister laugh by showcasing her powers and telling her funny stories about the gods.

"You're right, seastar," Percy complimented her intelligence, "But I think now my favorite is Nightwing."

That was also true. Meeting the Bludhaven vigilante the day before had helped inspire her to become one as well. And even though she hadn't seen him fight, she remembered his impressive presence. Her thoughts took her back to when she was crouching on the ground of the bank, and he was staring at her, asking her if she was alright.

Unaware of her sister not paying full attention, Estelle wrinkled her nose.

"He's okay, I guess," Estelle said, clearly not happy with her choice.

Percy came back to the present, standing up and taking Estelle with her by the arms, holding her in the air.

"Hey!" she exclaimed in mock anger, "That's not fair, I didn't insult your favorite!"

Estelle just giggled, then asked "What's insult?" tripping over the vowels a little.

"It means you said something mean about someone," Percy explained, tucking her sister under her right arm, and carrying her into the kitchen for dinner.

"No, I didn't," the girl protested, laughing.

Percy kept up the act of fake anger until she sat her sister down on a chair. Paul brought over a pot from the stove and scooped some macaroni onto their plates.

The Jackson-Blofis family's laughs as they ate their dinner and talked could be heard from the next apartment, and Percy took a moment to smile. This is what she had worked so hard to protect and she hoped she could do the same for others.

A.N. So, this one was super dialogue heavy, but I hope you still enjoyed it! I had to do some world building stuff and establish Percy's relationships with the current JL. I know Percy hasn't used her powers a lot, but don't worry, she will. I'm just trying not to throw everything at you guys at once.

Send me some comments on what you thought about this chapter!

Also, totally unrelated, but! Why did I just find out that apparently, there's a theory going around that the reason people can't recognize Clark Kent as Superman is because everyone he surrounds himself with has prosopagnosia (face blindness). But that condition is super rare so some people think that when he gets close to someone, he uses his heat vision to literally perform brain surgery and lesion the little part of the brain that's responsible for helping you visually distinguish things in the same category, usually faces, but it can be other stuff too like types of dogs, etc. Like what??? That is fucked up. It's definitely not confirmed or anything, and there's other theories, but still!! Dunno if you guys caught on, but I may have a little thing against Superman haha....