Percy Jackson was Nine years old when his life changed. His mother died and he expected to be thrown into the system, only he was thrusted toward an uncle he never knew. That said uncle and his practically brother always disappeared when night came...
It was suppose to be like any other day after school. I go home, get food, have Alfred help with my homework (maybe Joker depending on if he kidnaps me again), hang in my room or find Luke, then go to bed.
But nooo.
Bruce had to invite his friends over for dinner.
I was very annoyed.
Seven random people in the dining room as I walked in from meeting with Luke at the normal diner.
"I'll be in my room." I said as I looked at the seven strangers and made a dash up the stairs, my backpack hanging off one shoulder and the mandatory tie hanging loose.
"Ah. Come back here Percy." Bruce's voice made me freeze half way up the stairs as I looked up at the ceiling praying this wouldn't take long.
Giving a sigh I made my way slowly back toward the dining room, "What's up?" I asked throwing my backpack beside the door so I could get it quickly.
"I wanted to introduce you to my friends." Bruce said as he gestured toward his so-called friends.
"When you say friends. Do you mean actually humans beings that would stick by your side as you die? Or playthings?" I asked with a raised eyebrow
The brown-haired man who seemed to be eating all the food choked on said food with this giant smile on his face.
While the female of the group raised an unamused expression toward Bruce...almost a repriming look. The guy who had a military buzz cut grinned and gave Bruce this atta-boy look along with the man with a magnificent beard while the male who seemed uptight with glasses looked from Bruce to me a few times then raised his eyebrow at Bruce.
The only one of the seven friends who didn't seem to care was the guy who liked he swam too much and the black guy with no hair and wearing a red tie.
"Actual friends." Bruce said with a smile.
"That's that actually kinda too bad. Good for my brain but kinda disappointing. Here I thought you were just a hermit living in a shell." I said smoothly sliding into a seat next to Bruce, "Which is too bad because all they do is sleep during the day, steal homes from other hermits, their home is a giant fortified protection, and will eat just about anything." I said
"What was that middle bit?" Bruce asked with a raised, amused eyebrow.
"Use their home for protection?" I asked innocently and then turned to Bruce's so-called friends as Bruce started to speak.
"This is Percy Jackson, my nephew." He said carefully and laid a hand on my shoulder as I gave a sloppy salute.
"Hey kid, the name's Barry, Barry Allen." The guy who's been eating all our food said, his voice a bit fast making me narrow my eyes.
The guy had brown hair and a youngish face and didn't seem to be a kind of person to wear suits.
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