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Just saying, I don't own pjo or the bats and justice league. Uncle Rick and DC does.
I walked down the road, checking out stores, getting some clothes to wear, after all, I can't only rely on this one black shirt and one pair of ripped jeans. So I got more black shirts and ripped jeans.
I walked to the restroom in a cafe, and created a small rainbow with the tap and a flashlight.
"O, Iris, goddess of the rainbow, show me Percy Jackson wherever he may be."
I said, throwing a drachma into the rainbow.
"There is an error. Connection broken." Iris said.
It's still not working. Where are you Perce? I sigh, before heading back out of the restaurant and onto the street.
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I came back to the orphanage an hour later, with a few more bags. The lady looked slightly surprised, but didn't say anything. She must have thought I had a job. How can a fourteen year old have a job? Must be this Gotham place. I walk into the room and put all my stuff into my bag. Dad enchanted it, it's never ending, so I could put everything in it.
"Nico, come here, someone is here to adopt a fourteen year old, they want to see you." I heard Katherine call,
I looked at Susan.
"Who do you suppose it is?" I asked her
"I don't know, but you got someone after one day. You're lucky." She said, before going back to combing her almost bald barbie's hair.
I sigh, take my bag and walk down. Again.
I couldn't shadow travel and reveal myself, now could I?
"Good, you're here, come Nico, Mr. Wayne and his son want to meet you"
I look up. My eyes widen. Seriously? Are you flipping kidding me?
"May we speak to him alone?" The younger one says,
I narrow my eyes at him as Katherine leaves, slightly flustered.
"So, would you like to come with us."
"No." I say simply.
They seem absolutely surprised, that I snicker a bit,
"And why not?" Bruce asks, confused,
"I don't wanna stay with stalkers."
"I'm sorry, what?" The younger one says, slightly annoyed,
"Why bring me here, if you're going to get your dad to adopt me the next day? It's counterproductive."
"I didn't bring you here."
I snort at him, "of course you did, Nightwing."
They look at each other, surprised, before turning to me,
"What gives you that idea?"
"Your faces just confirmed it. You're rich enough to own the toys, old enough to be the heroes, and have the exact same build and structure. Your eyes constantly noticing everything show that you're always prepared. Not something normal billionaires would do.", I say smirking.
The old one, Bruce Wayne sighed, "Now that you know, I have to take you in."
"I don't want to come with you."
He sighed and left the room. Why does he sigh so much? Gods. Talk about a pessimist.
I just went back to my room.
A few minutes later, Katherine comes up, looking slightly guilty. She avoids my eyes.
"Pack your bags, Nico. Mr. Wayne wants you."
I look at her, slightly disappointed in her, and just get up.
"I actually thought you were better than that."
Pls ignore my terrible writing.