Born of Water and Wealth (Percy Jackson and Young Justice)

Chapter 6: The Start

Edited On: 5/15/2021

Note: Because I know people are going to ask, I did NOT draw this, I found it on Google.

I don't know when it really started to get worse. Maybe it was after I got fully healed, maybe it was two weeks after my first mission with my master.

But something felt different inside of me, like something that wanted to be free of the restrictions that Deathstroke had on me.

Like the rules he made:

1. I had to be in my bedroom as soon as training was done.
2. Training was to be held between the hours of 3 AM to 8 PM, not consistent. Will be changed daily.
3. You do not eat at the same table as Deathstroke.
4. You will eat what you are given and not complain.
5. Any wounds you receive will be your own fault and you will take care of them without medical attention unless Deathstroke says otherwise.

And pretty much a bunch of stupid rules that I knew weren't normal. But after my first mission that got me stabbed by Deathstroke, it seemed to have awoken some sort of thing inside me that didn't like being confined to the place that I will not call home.

I was also more prone to argue with Deathstroke, like when he was talking about this mission that I was supposed to do, we argued until he threatened to belt me, and when that didn't stop me. The actual belting did make me a little hesitant to argue.

Then, of course, I argued for my next mission. But I couldn't help it.

Deathstroke always had to plan, and while yes I also planned and did things well I took into account more things that could go in our favor or not more than Deathstroke it seemed.

Like, the time he wanted me to steal something from a museum, he said that I should go in undetected and out undetected, but I thought that we should ask Catwoman to do it because she was always breaking into places and would probably know how too.

That earned a sharp smack across my face. My way ended up with us not being killed. I got the belt for the victory smirk I had afterward.

I should probably tell you how things got worse because of the undetected thing inside me that made me rebellious.

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We were training like normal after my arm and cut had healed, Deathstroke wanted me to practice holding my breath underwater. Only his way was to just force my head underwater until I almost passed out and then take my head out and berate me and repeat the process until I could somehow breathe longer underwater.

Only, this time he kept my head underwater for too long and my body automatically took the breath that would make me take in water instead of air, pretty much suffocating me in the process.

Except...it didn't happen like that. My eyes were closed but I was definitely breathing, yet felt the tickling of my hair as it brushed against my ear underwater.

So, why wasn't I dying? Suffocating on the water? I cautiously opened my eyes and saw that; yes, I was still underwater, I wasn't dying...and I could breathe underwater?

Okay, that's new, taking an experimental breath to see if I had finally gone insane under Deathstroke's care, but I breathed in air.

What the hell?

I felt confused as I got pulled away from the water and acted like I was choking in the air, acting like I couldn't breathe underwater.

Best not to tell Deathstroke about this, he just might go hysteric if he knew. I could already feel the yelling Deathstroke was about to have about how I can't that long underwater, or at least hold my breath.