When Worlds Collide

97) I Present: Lord of the Bats

A/N: imma be so real with y'all. I'm rewatching Shadow and Bone rn and forgot how good it is. I swear I blinked and it was 1:30 am lmao. My B.

Something that should be on the record is that Nico, despite actively leading a team of demigods, wasn't really the leadership type. Sure, he stood his ground when he believed in something and tried his best to stick to his morals... the issue came when a situation arose that he didn't really have an opinion on.

Such as, I don't know— just as a pretend example and totally not a situation he was caught in— the manor turning into a Lord of the Flies situation.

Nico never really thought about the possibility of that happening, so he didn't really have any strong  feelings of moral obligation to stop it. It wasn't that he wanted  it to happen, but... he was more of a follower in situations like that; so, when it hit day number 4 of Bruce being gone and things started going down hill... he just kinda joined in.

"I will put your head on a spike and use it to ward off my enemies, Drake!" Damian yelled from their 'base' in the library. "They won't be able to stand seeing your ugly mug and will run away screaming!"

Nico just laid in the pillow fort, attempting to take a nap, as he heard the sounds of fighting on the other side of the blanket walls.

"Guys, please!" Traci yelled, probably trying, and failing, to stop the fight.

The bottom of one of the blankets lifted and there was Virgil. "Hey, can you-"

Nico, without opening his eyes just pointed to the couch cushion that he had used as a door for his fort. "It's rude to enter through walls."

Virgil let out a sigh before grumbling and putting the blanket back down. There were footsteps before the cushion moved and Virgil crawled in.

"Oh sure, don't knock. Just come on in."

Virgil rolled his eyes. "It's a pillow fort. There's nothing to knock on."

"Someone's  a kill joy," Nico muttered before sitting up and finally actually looking at him. "Why are you interrupting my nap?"

"Can you please get your brothers to stop? They nearly tore down the chandelier this morning after Dick used it as a launch pad to get away from Jason."

Nico shrugged. "And that's on Dick considering he was foolish enough to side with Tim."

Virgil ran a hand over his face. "It was literally over nothing."

Nico scoffed. "It wasn't nothing. It's a totally valid fight."

"They're fighting over the Robins!" Virgil exclaimed. "Both of us have met them— multiple times. They would agree with me that it's stupid."

Nico suppressed a grin. "I wouldn't be so sure about that."

Virgil plopped himself back on a pillow. "Damian tried to stab Tim."

"Yeah, and that happens all the time," Nico said, leaning back into his makeshift bed. "Plus, Tim said that the method of death/revival shouldn't count towards who's in the YOLT Club. That's just asking  for a fight."

Traci crawled in, looking like she was just trying to escape the battle outside of the pillow fort. "What the hell even is YOLT Club?! Why are they so passionate about this?! I get that Gothamites have a like sense of pride over the Robins and stuff, but this is crazy!"

Nico chuckled. "YOLT is You Only Live Twice. It's a very serious matter." The demigod lifted up his Cabin 7 hoodie to reveal the shirt underneath. "We have matching shirts and everything."