I have an Uncle? ( ON HOLD)

The heroine should get fashion advice.

Sometime in the middle of the night, Percy woke up alone in the cave, still curled up in the chair. Still half asleep, she trudged up the stairs and through a completely silent house. Not a sound could be heard.

For a second she almost thought that the other occupants of the house had got themselves into some kind of trouble again until she heard very soft voices coming from the kitchen. And with that, her theory was wrong and she realised that they were just eating together.

Instead of joining them, the girl went to her room to make herself look a little more presentable.

Sleeping in a chair was not very comfortable and she was still trying to make a good impression on her uncle, she supposed that not looking like a rat made a good impression on rich people.

It helped with her other family members, and they were certainly quite rich.

When she finally got to her room and looked in the mirror, she had to stop herself from laughing. Her previous comparison to a rat was true.

Her hair was completely knotted and sticking out strangely. Almost like Leo after he had worked on one of his machines with a lot of oil and passion, only she was missing the oil.

Her clothes were all wrinkled and dirty, but at least there was no obvious blood.

Percy tried to make her hair look like hair, but when that didn't work, the girl decided to take a quick shower.

The demigoddess was very well trained, of course, she was, she was a demigoddess after all, but getting the knots out of her hair was a very extreme work-out even for her, but when she got out of the shower she looked at her hair almost with pride. Because even if she could no longer feel her arms, her resemblance to Leo had decreased a lot, and that was of course not meant in a bad way towards the son of Hephaestus, just an observation.

Because she still couldn't find any decent new clothes, she took her least wrinkled camp t-shirt, because she had quite a few of them and, in Percy's experience, they were pretty tear-proof, so this one didn't have any rips either. And black jeans, because you can't see blood on black jeans.

So her outfit consisted of a t-shirt that might raise questions and a pair of pants that she didn't know if they were full of blood.

Perfect

She was pretty sure that her other uncles wouldn't expect anything more from her and would probably be almost proud of Percy for such an outfit, but she was almost sure that this uncle wouldn't think so.

Only one way to find out.

She only hoped by the gods Bruce would leave her alone, whatever he had wanted to talk to her about before last night's incident, she couldn't survive two different questionings in one day unanswered.

But what if he asked? That would be pretty bad because she still had no idea what he had wanted to talk about. She couldn't improvise answers with so much pressure. The demigoddess was pretty sure that this day would not end well. She could feel it in her stomach as Percy thought about it, maybe she was just hungry.

She looked in the mirror one last time and played with her hair in an attempt to relax. She did her best to put on an innocent expression. One that said I have never killed anything in my perfectly normal mortal life. I have never been involved in a war and I have never fought against a war god. I most certainly have not won against said god.

Her façade was not very convincing. Not half as good as she had imagined. She could forget about a career as an actress, even if she could probably do the action and fight scenes really wonderfully.

Percy's eyes wandered from the mirror to the door. Oh, gods she really didn't feel like being questioned.

Her eyes wandered to her bed and she was about to go back to sleep when it occurred to her that she would eventually have to talk to Bruce anyway, no matter how much she wanted to avoid it.

So she turned to the door and made her way to the kitchen. For the first time, she took a good look at the dark corridors. They were dark, even though there were lights everywhere to illuminate them, they were dark.

They were the kind of corridors you see in horror films. And she couldn't imagine how scary it was for a little kid in that house. She knew that Dick had lived alone in that house for quite a while with just Bruce and Alfred, and she didn't want to imagine how alone he had felt.

When she took a closer look, she realised that Nico would feel very comfortable here. It was dark and creepy, just perfect for her younger emo cousin.

Well, her older emo cousin, if she was being precise.

She approached the kitchen and could hear the voices of the others, they were really still eating? How much did they eat? Percy had taken an extra long shower, so perhaps she would end up eating alone. The plan had failed.

But it seemed that the maternal part of her family ate as much as the demigods offered their godly parents when they needed a favour, in other words, a lot.

A/N

Thank you so much for 12k.
I never expected something like this and yay.

Thanks to all who comment and vote, because that gives such a great motivation to write more and hey, I'm also on time again with the update.

The chapter was shorter, just like the last ones, but I'm just not that good at writing long chapters. So please forgive me.

Oh, and can someone please suggest a name for the chapter before this one I can't think of anything, I'm just not that creative.

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