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

27) Savior

*Sorry about the short chapter today, I'm working on like three projects right now and I was barely able to get this one done. I promise this round of terrible chapters without proper editing will end by next week. Enjoy reading. :)*

Nico's Pov

Nico was kind of over it. He'd gotten kidnapped way too many times for his liking. And the bad part was, he knew that in half those situations he could have gotten out of them. But he couldn't. Because right now he is Nico Di Angelo-Wayne. A random rich kid. Not a demigod that was born in the 1920's and had fought in two wars.

So he just let these things happen to him.

He'd gained consciousness again just a few minutes ago. And now he was finally able to make out what the people around him were saying.

"-see which one wakes up first. Then let them watch us torture the other one. Or torture the new one first. Rich people care more about sleek new cars than old used ones."

A few people grumbled their responses, then suddenly Nico felt something thin and sharp stab into his leg.

He fought back a flinch and forced himself to stay still. There was no way he was about to let these people know he was awake.

"Hm, that usually wakes them up. Try the other one."

Okay, never mind. Nico couldn't let his brother get hurt. He let his eyes flutter open and made himself look around like he was confused, instead he was surveying his surroundings.

He was surrounded by people, from what he could tell they were all mortals. And sadly, he recognized these mortals.

He looked forward and confirmed his suspicions. He'd been kidnapped by the Joker, again.

"Oh looky here, this one actually is awake." The Joker gave him a ugly smile.

Nico just glared at him, how the heck had he let this happen again. He really needed to be better at not getting kidnapped.

"Talk boy, or maybe the other one might." The clown-faced man held up another knife, this one relatively bigger than the one in Nico's leg.

"What do you want this time?" He managed to spit out, still a little drowsy from whatever drugs they'd used on him.

"I just want to talk," The man's smile seemed to grow even wider if that was possible, "It looks like I was right. Bruce did adopt you. How does that feel, to be one of the famous Waynes."

"Truthfully, I don't really care about the fame," He said, trying to keep the man talking until Tim could wake up, "They're nice, probably a lot nicer than you."

The Joker just laughed, "Oh I can be very nice, would you like me to show you how nice?"

"Umm, nah, I think I'll pass."

"Too bad. Let's play a game. How about... Truth or Dare?"

"No thanks I'd rather not play a game where an insane villain that just kidnapped me and my brother can tell me to do stuff."

Joker just smiled, "Just one round, Truth or Dare?"

Nico just stared at him, really hoping Tim would wake up soon and they could escape this interesting event.

The Joker spun the knife around his fingers, bringing it concerningly close to Tim's face.

"I'll ask you one more time, truth or dare?"

"Dare." Okay that was stupid, but he wasn't going to tell this creep anything.

Yeah, he'd made a mistake. That evil grin grew larger on his face and he opened his mouth to say something.

Then he was trampled by a giant three headed skeletal cat.

Nico tried to move backwards when the Joker got run over but he wasn't able to. The creature turned to him and he accepted that he was about to get eaten alive.

Great job Nico, you survived Tartarus yet you can't escape a stupid clown and save your brother.

But then something unexpected happened, he felt a large weight settle on his lap. He opened his eyes to see one of the three heads settled down on his lap. He recognized this cat.

"Bia?"

"Nico?" He suddenly heard a voice from the cat's back, his head snapped up and he saw the last person he was expecting to see, and the person he'd wanted to see the most.

"Will!" He tried to lunge out of the chair and get to his boyfriend, but a pain flared in his wrists. He looked back to see that his wrists had been tied behind his back with barbed wire.

How'd I not feel that before?

He settled back in the chair to stop the wire from damaging his wrists further then looked back at his boyfriend.

"It's okay, I'll get that." Will rushed to take care of the wires.

"No, take care of Tim first, he'd been out longer than be and he'd only be mortal."

Will reluctantly turned and cut through the wires holding Tim first. He carefully removed the barbs and when the bleeding started he glowed to heal the boy.

As soon as he was done though he didn't bother moving Tim or anything, he immediately turned and started working on Nico much to the other boy's annoyance.

But as Will was working on his wired Nico noticed something.

"Will?"

"Yes Nico?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

Will gave him a concerned look so Nico elaborated.

"W-when you touch me."

As soon as Will realized what he meant his eyes filled with tears.

"Good."

He took off the wires and healed Nico, then scooped the boy up and carried him to sit on Bia's back. He did the same for Tim and within minutes they were charging towards the shadows again, on their way back to the Manor.

Nico felt at peace for the first time in a week. He was with his boyfriend, he was safe, he was content.

They stumbled out of the shadows in the living room and Will helped Tim down as Nico slid off. Bruce ran into the room and looked relieved when he saw them.

"Are you two okay?" He asked.

Nico nodded, letting the man hug him then go to take care of Tim.

He turned to his boyfriend, just wanting to look at the beautiful boy that had somehow saved him. Then he saw the look on his face.

"What's wrong Will?"

"I- Nico, we need to talk."

Nico nodded, a pool of despair forming in his stomach, and led the other boy to his room.

They got into the room and sat on the bed.

"Nico, I don't know how to say this," Will looked nervous and maybe a bit scared, "T-there was another prophecy. It's about us."