The Son of Death in Gotham(A Nico Di Angelo Fan Fic)

5) Gotham's Wonders

*I'm not going to school today so I decided to get a chapter out early. Might do another one tonight. My goal is 10 by the end of the week so maybe. Have a great time reading and please comment if you have any suggestions or ideas. I don't know much about DC so I could really use the help(I'm reading so many DC fan fics rn to figure out the characters😭)*

Nico's Pov

He didn't know how it happened, but Nico somehow fell asleep in the library. Usually he rarely sleeps, too many nightmares and it makes you too vulnerable, but he must have been more exhausted than he thought.

He woke up to the sound of voices, he was about to open his eyes when he decided against it. He listened to their conversation.

"-could need help." Someone said, by the sound of their voice and how they shifted slightly Nico guessed he was to the left of him.

"We don't know him." Another voice sneered, "Why don't we just tell a staff member and go about our day."

"How would you feel if you were passed out in public and nobody even tried to help you?" The first voice questioned, an annoyed hint to his voice.

"I wouldn't be in that situation in the first place." The second voice snapped back.

"Guys," a third voice cut in, "Lets not argue about this right now, we should help him. If we bring him back to the manor Alfred can probably help him."

After two grunts of agreement Nico heard someone approach him. They were about to bend down to pick him up when he reacted.

He opened his eyes and pulled out his knife, holding it to the throat of the stranger.

"Hey," the boy held up his hands, leaning away from the knife. He was tall, with black hair that had a white streak in it like Percy's used to have. He looked casual but he had a certain alertness, he was studying Nico like he was preparing for a fight. This guy had been through it. "We're just trying to help. You look pretty rough."

Nico glanced down at his clothes. He hadn't noticed it before but they were pretty roughed up. He had changed back into his jeans, t'shirt, and aviator jacket after Will had healed him but he had forgotten about how he had fallen in the dirt in them. The pants were pretty torn and his jacket was covered in dirt. He looked like he was homeless.

"We can help you." One of the other boys said. He was the one that had first spoken.

Nico looked them over. They seemed harmless enough but there was something about them. They all looked ready to fight, but that was probably because he was holding a knife to their friend's throat. Then...

That's when he realized it. It wasn't just the one he was holding that had been through it. These mortals all stood like they had been fighting all their lives. They all had the same broken look in their eyes as a demigod.

Who were these people?

Nico just backed away from them, dropping the first guy and glaring at them. He was not in the mood to get in a fight in his weakened state.

The third boy shrugged and dragged the other two away, obviously not caring as much as the others. He was grateful for that.

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Over the next week Nico did his best to survive in this dangerous city. Somebody tried to mug him at least twice a day, I guess he looked like an easy target? But his knife came in handy. He usually left them unconscious in a nearby alley, taking their cash with him.

Hey, he needs to get food somehow, and they deserved it.

After this happened a few times he finally had enough cash to rent an apartment... for a week. Eh, he'll figure it out. His father was the god of wealth, he'd get through this.