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Bruce paused in the middle of another yawn, the hair at the back of his hair rising as the motion sensors on the Manor’s gates detected unknown and unregistered specimens. Although, along with them was Alfred. Now, he fully trusted his pseudo father with his and his children’s lives, what if he was blackmailed. Or it was a doppelganger. Or he was held at gunpoint. Before he knew it, he’d pressed the Robin Signal, which was just a message sent to all of the vigilantes to let them know one of them was in trouble. As far as Bruce knew, almost all of his kids were in Gotham.
Bruce slowly got up, grabbing one of Jason’s guns, so he knew it had rubber bullets, and slowly started going up to the first floor. If he strained his ears, he could hear the voices but could quite decipher what he heard.
The Manor's door opened and Bruce hid behind the staircase. When he risked a peek, he could make out Alfred and two people who looked to be in their early twenties. He scanned their person, trying to see if either of them had any visible weapons on them. His heart stopped momentarily when he realized he could make out the shape of a dagger hidden in the girl’s socks.
He got out of his hiding spot, gun drawn as he pointed it at the two people, silently wishing for Alfred to get away from the criminals. The guy immediately moved in front of the girl, blocking her from Bruce's line of sight.
“Step away from Alfred Pennyworth. Now.” He warned, a click sounding out in the silence for the safety he disengaged.
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Percy stared at his girlfriend’s father who had a gun pointed at them. Percy would say this is the first time his girlfriend’s parent has threatened him but then he’d be lying and his mother didn’t raise him to be a liar. .
Alfred, their butler, (a real fucking butler, just sighed and opened his mouth to and Percy hoped, defend them.
But before he could, the small hair at the base of his neck tingled, a sensation he’d started to have in the Pit after having to watch their backs consistently. The tingly, and Leo called this his ‘Spidey Sense’, usually came when someone he didn’t know and see was about to attack him. Which was weird because he shouldn’t be feeling this right now. Bruce as pointing the weapon at them.
Slowly, as slowly as he had realized his nose bleeding and his fault for Gaia waking up, all his fault, he retrieves Riptide from his pocket, uncapped it and turned around and slashed at the figure behind him. The figure, who was in black spandex, showed surprise and stumbled away from Percy. Riptide had passed right through the guy which made Percy relived but he didn’t let it show. Adrenaline filled Percy, something he feels shame for, as he gripped Riptide tighter.
“Dick!” Annabeth gasped out and the stranger stopped advancing towards Percy.
People often thought that Percy was the one with the sailor’s mouth between them. He doesn’t know why, actually. Leo had once said it in fun because sailor and water and it was quite lame but Percy hardly ever curses. Despite living with Gabe half his life, Sally despised it when Percy cursed. So he hadn’t gotten into a habit of cursing because making his mother mad isn’t something he wants to do. But Annabeth? She cursed like crazy. Usually only when she was at her most comfortable, so when she was with and in the Athena cabin. It made sense when you look a little further and realize that Thalia also curses like crazy.
No. Percy had to focus. He risked a glance at Annabeth who had a dagger out, holding it despite her clearly not wanting to.
“How do you know my name?” The spandex wearing dude said in a raspy voice, clearly fake.
“Annabeth, do you know this guy?” Percy asked instead, hoping she either knew him or had a plan.
“Yes. Percy, lower your sword.”
The command made him falter, but he trusted Annabeth more than anyone so he capped Riptide back into a pen and shoved it in his pocket.
Annabeth turned around, but Percy kept his eyes on, who he assumed was, Dick. Unfortunate name, in his opinion.
“I’m Annabeth Wayne. I can prove it.” Annabeth looked between Bruce and Dick.
“You found me when my mother had left on your doorstep. It had been seven months since Dick had been in your care. My first word was Dada.” She listed off. Percy could only hope that they believed them.
Thankfully, Alfred had enough of the little showdown they had going on. “Master Bruce, put down the gun. Is this how you treat your daughter?”
Percy turned around, still wary of Dick but he needed to protect Annabeth if Bruce decided to actually shoot. To his surprise, Bruce, on his part of seeing his estranged daughter after a decade, had his jaw on the ground. He did lower the gun though.
“Annabeth?” He whispered, stepping forward. And if Percy squinted, he could see miniscule tears in his eyes. But as quickly the emotion came, it went away as well.
“Without actual proof, I won’t believe anything. You could be an imposter.” He nodded to Dick and turned around.
Annabeth sighed exasperated, and went to tuck her dagger into her sock again but was stopped immediately by Dick. “Sorry. Can’t have a weapon on your person.” He held out a hand.
“You won’t be able to hold it. It’ll slip from your grasp.” She said but kept the dagger on the ground.
Dick nodded and turned to Percy. “Your sword?” Percy shrugged, getting the pen out and keeping it next to Annabeth’s dagger. He knew after a few feet, it’d come back to him.
Dick went ahead of them. Annabeth shot him a look and followed Dick. Percy jogged to catch up to her and from behind him, came Alfred.
“Your family is dramatic, Wise Girl.” He whispered to her as they walked through multiple fancy rooms, earning an elbow to his gut.