Fem. Percy Meets Young Justice Ultimate Collab

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When I walked into the kitchen, stomach rumbling, with the sole purpose of sneaking a snack, I didn't expect to see Tyson shoving peanut butter into his mouth. I didn't expect a empty tub of frozen , with no sign of the meat. Alfred making peanut butter no-bakes was more expected, but the giant batch was more of a surprise. I frowned. Wally wasn't coming over, right?

Tyson waved at me. Hesitant, I waved back. Why did I have the distinct feeling this was going to become a horror movie? It wouldn't be asterous, and I hoped it wouldn't happen. I didn't want to have to go through another month of Bruce and Alfred arguing over wallpaper. Tyson licked the spatula and wiped his mouth with his arm.

"Brother said I need a lot of protein," he said. "And peanut butter tastes good."

"Did...Did you eat the--" I pointed at the empty meat container. Tyson shook his head. 

"No, that was Mrs O'Leary."

"Mrs O'Leary?" I said, face deadpan. 

"She's very nice."

"Okay. Uh, Alfred, do you know where Bruce is?"

"I believe he was-"

"He's in the basement," said Tyson with a hum. "He's talking to someone named Clark." Lips pressing into a thin line, he tilted his head. "And someone named Oliver? I swear to God if you don't work on figuring out those cases I'm going to break into Luthor's office and beat him up myself. What's that going to do? Get his own private military after Batman? It's a stupid idea." Having said that, Tyson shoved another spoonful of peanut butter into his mouth, acting as though he didn't see my bug-eyed expression. Alfred wasn't much better.

Super hearing, super strength, mimicry. 

My heart beat in my throat. Did Cadmus...Did they make more clones? More superweapons?  First experiments aren't usually viable, and we didn't see any evidence of failed clones. I turned on my heels and headed for the Bat-Cave. If they're half siblings, then they'd share about a quarter of the same DNA. And if they really were made in a lab like Connor, then that could mean there's a possibility of seventy-five percent of it being different. 

The steps were dark, but empty, unlike my mind. Possibilities raced. Combinations of heroes and villains and possible motivations. But how would Diana and Orin both know Percy then? Did they find out she was a clone? Did they not know? 

"We need to soundproof this place," I said. 

"Why?" Bruce glanced back at me. The screens were still on, revealing Clark and Oliver. I waved. 

"Tyson has super-hearing."

Bruce raised an eyebrow before hanging up on the others. His chair creaked as he spun around. Protesting like that was normal, I would if I'd been spun around that fast. "Is that all?"

"Mimicry. He was able to perfectly recreate your voice. I think the hearing is passive and he just blocks it out. Between that and everything else--" I sighed. "--they might be clones."

Percy and Tyson being clones would make sense. There's no records of their dad. No records of Tyson's birth or mom. Both of them aren't normal, not the way Bruce and I are. Which is a horrible measure of normality, and yet I wished they could fall into it. Clones aren't normal, they have such a high risk of so many different diseases and illnesses. My teeth ground into my lip. 

I don't want to lose more family members, even if they're possibly evil cones. 

My attention was turned outward by the rumble of the Zeta tube. Bruce had turned back to his computer and was typing away, greeting Diana with a wave. She sidled up to the computer and sat on the edge of the table. She looked like a bird, head tilted to the side. No, not just a bird, an eagle with sharp piercing eyes.

Diana snorted. "They're not clones." She clicked her tongue and tilted her head. "Although, I've met their dad, and Percy could be a spitting image of him if she was a boy. Not to mention she acts like him."

"And Tyson?"

"Looks like his deadbeat of a mom, I assume. She left him to live in a box in an alley." Brushing a piece of hair behind her ear, she shook her head. One of the buttons of her jean pockets scraped against the table. "Their dad would kill me if he overhears this, or maybe not. Percy's rather fond of me. But-"

"I thought her dad was dead."

"Dead, lost, abandoned her and is too scared to show his face again because of it. What's the difference?" Diana smiled. Mirth danced in her eyes. It vanished as fast as it appeared, leaving me standing there with the hairs on my arms standing up. The screen of the computer brightened. "Speaking of Percy," she said with a sigh, shoulders falling, "You should probably try to get her into therapy."

"Dinah tried. she-"

"Percy will refuse help even if it kills her. You need to either find someone she'll talk to, or you're going to have to be very okay with her leaving and talking to someone who doesn't know who you are."

"Why exactly are you so close with my niece?"

I swallowed and tried to back out. My feet were glued to the floor, keeping me locked in place and unable to block out the conversation. Diana looked at her nails. Electrice blue eyes flicked to Bruce.

"If you weren't doing this to prove something to us, I'd take Percy on," she said convicted. Misplaced conviction. Percy was so against child heroes, why would she accept it from Diana? 

"Hypocritical of you."

"Not really."

"And how do you think that?"

Diana shook her head, lips twisting into a wry smile. "She's not like you guys. Sally would've been able to tell you more. But I should've guessed something like this would happen. Nothing ever ends well. Not for us." 

"Us."

"She was slated to die young, Bruce. Against every odd, she reached sixteen, and her road only gets harder from here."

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