A Lost Soul

Chapter 3- Batman?!?!?!?

The first few weeks of Percy's new job were fairly easy, he did a lot of dusting, quite a bit of laundry, and helped out in the kitchen a fair amount when Alfred discovered he could cook. The job being easy was a good thing, what wasn't good, was that Jason—the whole reason Percy had applied for the job— was never there.

He had been sitting on the couch pondering the question of how to spend more time around Jason when Alfred had called him. He'd asked if Percy could house sit over the weekend, due to a scheduling error that caused all the Waynes to be out of town. Percy had said yes.

Which was why he now sat pondering the same question, on a different couch. After a while—like 10 minutes tops— Percy's focus expired and he decided to find something else to do.

He made his way to the kitchen and checked to make sure there was blue food coloring in the cupboard before he started making cookies. Chocolate chip, the same way his mom always makes them. The cookie-making however, only distracted him for about half an hour, and the cookie-eating which took place afterward only occupied a further 8 minutes.

He had two whole days in this place and was bored already, only about an hour in. He now sat on the kitchen counter, pondering a new question. A much harder question.

What to do.

Finally, he remembered something he'd wanted to inspect, the grandfather clock in Mr. Wayne's study. He went the wrong way several times but eventually made it there.

He'd noticed that it always said the wrong time, but there was no pattern. Right now, it said 9:45. It was 3 p.m. Yesterday—at 6 p.m.— it had said 8:23.

So he grabbed a chair to stand and opened the massive clock face, and decided to rotate the hand and see if anything would happen if he put it at the right time.

He only made it around with the number hand about once before it made a loud click. He stopped immediately, the time at 10:48.

He stepped back to see if anything had changed. And something definitely had. The body of the clock, where the pendulum hung, no longer had a backboard, It was just darkness, like an endless void, or a pool of ink.

As he opened the glass door into the clock body, the pendulum was pulled upwards, retracting into some unknown place.

As Percy stepped into the darkness, the small platform lit up around the edges, and more descended below him. Stairs. Really dramatic stairs. That's what the clock hid. Wow, how interesting.

Well, it might have been extremely overdramatic, but Percy was still a curious little bitch. So he continued the plunge into darkness, descending the luminescent stairs until he came out in a cave. A very large, very dramatically lit and decorated cave.

This amount of dramatics could belong to one man and one man alone... Batman.

And the giant bat logo on the wall didn't help hide its owner either.

Percy stepped into the great expanse that was the Batcave. It was composed of two levels, each composed of several large platforms, each strategically placed to sit on the rocky outcroppings of the cave wall.

Each platform was either black or very dark grey. Many of them were lit similarly to the stairs he had just left. Basking the landscape in a somewhat eerie glow. All of the light in the cave was the loud white of LEDs, it soaked the walls and was momentarily quite blinding. While also being not enough light entirely.

However, as Percy's eyes adjusted he noticed more and more equipment and computers and stuff lining every surface. It was honestly a lot more chaotic than he would have expected from Bruce.