I Am Not Your Sidekick

I'm gonna kill him

Percy POV

I lost that fight. I wasn't knocked unconscious- thank the gods for that- but I was held down for thirty seconds before I tapped out.

I appreciated the fact that he didn't just kill me. He was a villain after all. Let me rephrase that.

He is Deathstroke after all.

That's better.

I didn't like Deathstroke.  Make no mistake. I didn't want to be here any more than I wanted to be left in a cave full of scorpions and tazers. I actually hoped that somebody would find me here soon. It's just that I know I owe him my life. I would've died that night if it weren't for him. And if it weren't for him training me like this, making me stronger everyday (yet trying to kill me everyday), maybe I wouldn't feel like I was ready to go beat some Gotham-thug asses.

But hey, that's just me.

Deathstroke didn't let me catch my breath before we started sparring again.

I was actually just defending myself.  He was throwing all the punches and the kicks. He he had already punched me in the face like, ten times, before I finally started to feel the pain. My nose was bloody and I could feel my right eye swelling up.

I put my hand to my nose and looked at the crimson liquid dripping on it.

If there's one thing I hated,  it's a nose bleed.

Suddenly, I heard the faint sound of running. I looked around.

Nothing.

At this point I was just so frustrated with my confusion.

"Get your head back in the game." Deathstroke said before he punched me again.

I scowled and looked at him with an overwhelming fury in my eyes.

"No." I said. Deathstroke kicked my feet out beneath me.

"If you don't,  there is nothing that will stop me from killing you." He warned.

"Then finish it!"I spat, sitting up and rubbing my neck. "I'm sick of this damn game. I'm not going to fight you anymore."

"So be it." Deathstroke hissed.

Just as he was about to take out one of his swords and probably impale me, all hell broke loose.

One moment Deathstroke was before me in a fighting stance and his right arm reaching for a sword, the next he's on the other side of the room and Kaldur is in Deathstroke's place, standing in front of me, smirking.

"Took you long enough." I muttered.

"You're welcome. " he said and looked at where Deathstroke landed.

He wasn't there anymore.

"Is it just you? Or did you bring friends with?" I asked, wiping blood off my chin.

"I Brought two others with me. You might not like them, but they're the ones who found you." He said, looking around for any sign of Deathstroke.

Damnit. He brought Batman and Robin?! Why!

"We need to get out of here-" Kaldur began,  but he was suddenly knocked down.

Behind him, stood Deathstroke with an escrema stick.

He pulled his mask down over his face and dragged me to the giant fish tank, where he usually let me heal,  dumped me inside, pressed the button that closed the lid and trapped me inside.

Then he walked back to Kaldur and started beating and kicking him until Kaldur looked like he wouldn't be standing up soon. Deathstroke grabbed Kaldur by his shirt collar and picked him up, letting me see him.