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Falling In Two Hells Just To Find You

Chapter 2: Wake me up, cuz i'm dreaming

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

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Percy cracked his eyes open.

 

Annabeth's cries hit him first, chanting ancient words as tears streamed down her face.

 

Then;

Morphius

Not in a physical state, in his dreams...

"Ah, Perseus lets see what your dreams do for you"

 

Wait.... WAIT NO! NO!-

But he was already his memories

 

"Master Perseus," Alfred said "Welcome back."

"Master wayne has adopted another child in your absence." Alfred said, speaking politely, but he knew him long enough to hear the slight tension in his voice.

Bruce didn't even call.

"H-how old?" He asked

"Older than you by a couple years."

 

He walked to his room. It was plain, a stark contrast to his cabin which was covered floor to ceiling with things from gold, engravings and a cabinet filled with a lifetime supply of blue cookies (don't ask). Still he walked in. Instead of finding it empty he saw Bruce, and another kid.

 

"-yeah and that when he got knocked out!" The kid said, practically vibrating with excitement

 

is that why Bruce wanted the kid?

Excitement?

 

"That's great chum."

 

He hadn't noticed him yet?

of course not idiot! Camp trained you to have silent footsteps!

 

"Wow. Not even a 'hi perce how are you? ' i'm honoured" Ah, humor, my old friend, glad to have you back

 

Bruce didn’t answer immediately. His eyes flicked over Percy—quick, scanning, like he was making sure he was actually there.
“Percy… you’re back.”

 

"Thanks for noticing Mister 'i'm -gonna -brood'"

 

"Look Percy im sorry its just i tried to-"

 

 

“What? Call? I would have known! Chiron would have told me. Especially because you don't—”
Percy cut himself off.

 

Don’t. Slip. Up.

 

He hadn’t called.
Bruce hadn’t called.
And worse—Percy had started expecting that.

A small, traitorous thought pushed up before he could stop it.

Just give me a year. I’ll be independent enough. I’ll be useful enough. I’ll be… worth remembering.

His jaw tightened.

No. Don’t go there.

“Nevermind,” he said quickly, like the word could erase everything that came before it.

 

"I don't what percy?" Bruce asked, tone softening 

 

Percy ignored him

 

"So what's your name new kid?"

 

"Kid?! I'm older than you!"

 

"Yeah, but your new so...."

 

"Urgh.. My name is Richard, but you can only call me Dick"

 

He tried not to giggle.... Wait... Giggle?

"My name is Perseus, but everyone calls me Percy"

Notes:

Yo
im alive
this chapter is kind of-read: VERY- bad and i kinda feel its choppy in some places, and i wrote most of this at eleven and i have it better in my head with my adaptive daydreaming

 

If you wanna know what percy wanted to say

"What? Call? I would have known! Chiron would have told me. Especially because you don't know that i'm prophesied to die!”

Notes:

first fic, so i am really sorry for any mistakes.
should i continue?

if you notice annabeth's contradictory monologue at the end? its cuz Nyx is starting to take control.