You know, being rich isn't always that good. Especially when you have a said 'playboy' uncle. That being said, because of this reputation.
Some things changed over the year, there were more girls sometimes over (you learn to stay in your bedroom and thank the reminders before hand), Alfred will give you cookies after said girls get kicked out, late nights aren't unusually just know you still have to go to school, and most of all.
You have two birthday parties. Sure some people would say 'Great! More presents', or something like 'Two cakes? I wish!'.
But that's not the point. Because while one is with family, Barbara Gordon (who is kinda my friend), Alfred, Bruce, and Dick, well Luke too but he was awkward hanging around too long.
There's also the party where those, rich, important people are invited to. You know, the people Bruce Wayne was friends with and not Percy Jackson The Birthday Boy.
I was happy that Oliver Queen and his adopted son Roy Harper came. The only reason is because Oliver Queen was rich and was well known working buisness with Bruce Wayne's company.
That being said, sixteen year old Roy wasn't exactly happy either, he shoved me my present and muttered a happy birthday before going to find Dick.
This was something I was well to adjusted to, Roy was Dick's friend. I got that and respected that, I'm not even that overbearing sibling who hangs around his 'brothers' friends until their his friends or something like that.
Nope, not like that. I let Dick be a friend to his friends, if they like him then whatever. Wally West, another one of Dick's friend and (little did Roy or Wally know that I knew) sidekick buddies wasn't exactly friends with me either.
Well, that was a kinda on-again, off-again friendships. He focused on Dick but would ask if I wanted to play video games or something else with them.
The only time I accept is if they need a fourth person, but for the most part I left because Roy would always get a bit awkward and an awkward Roy is a no-good-Roy.
Back on track, the second party was boring to say the least. Guests who I have never met or never did want to meet told me happy birthday.
Ladies who just want to have a 'score' with Bruce Wayne were overbearing and some even pinched my cheeks!
What am I? Five! You do not pinch Percy Jackson's cheeks! That is a large no-no along with no touching my hair.
Do both those things, expect to have less fingers or at least have a bit of blood on that over expensive dress.
Percy Jackson doesn't do touchy-touch.
So when I met Selina Kyle, it was a bit weird to say the least. Mostly because I met her at the second party, on a balcony I escaped to...and she was dressed as Catwoman.
That and suddenly there were five cats behind me blocking me from going back in (which I was fine with) and she was telling me to come with her.
Of course I was getting kidnapped again, I just expected Joker instead. He knew it was my birthday and has yet to do anything about that (thought the night is still young).
"Isn't it illegal to kidnap someone?" I questioned Catwoman as I leaned against the railing right next to here, sipping some of the fruit punch I grabbed from inside.
"It's not kidnap if the person goes with consent." Catwoman offered standing on the railing with impeccable balance like a cat.
"I think it's more along the lines of the parents consent more than the child's." I pointed out
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The Greek Bat (NonMythological Version)
FanfictionPercy 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...
