This was going to be very interesting, I knew that my uncle was Batman but how do I tell him I know? Oh.... I just saw you in a dream that tells future events. How am I so skilled in combat? No reason, I don't study fighting styles or anything... Yeah he would see straight through any lies I had, but he would find out eventually, he's batman.
Closing my eyes I thought back to when I found out my powers. Ironically I was in the shower and the water suddenly got very cold and I squealed then I was dry. I looked around the shower and found that the water wasn't even touching me, it was rolling off my skin like I had liquid repellent. I lost concentration and I started to get wet again. After that I stared at my hands for about 30 minutes just debating if that just happened, the spray of the shower still pelting down freezing water but that was now ignored. Hesitantly I put my now shaking hand under the spray and concentrated on moving the water. I felt a tug in my gut and I started to get lightheaded as I made a stream of water come to me. My eyes widened and my expressing filled with pure joy. I had powers, awesome powers.
That was one of the more fond memories I had experienced, though most were not so recently. Opening my eyes I brought my hands to my face and looked at them distastefully. Who would want me, I'm way more trouble than i'm worth, Gabe was right. I couldn't help it, a tear slipped down my face and I couldn't stop it, more came with it. I frantically wiped my face trying to recompose myself, I hated this hospital.
I looked around the room that I had already committed to memory once again and tried to clear my head. I had to get out of this dam room and go for a walk or something. My hands started to fidget with the seat remote as I grew restless. Finally I had enough and slowly sat up in the uncomfortable bed, ignoring the burn in my sides. I slowly swung my legs over the sides of the bed and let my feet dangle over the side. Making a split decision and slid down the bed, when I put pressure on my feet and stood up straight I almost fell to my knees as the burn in my ribs worsened and my head started to pound. Using the bedside table and pushing past the pain that was trying to overcome my body, I took a shaky step towards the bathroom. I reached it with a few more steps but by that time I was already panting heavily. Leaning on the wall I walked up to the mirror grabbing on to the sink tightly as I looked at my reflection. I looked horrible, my eyes were a bit sunken in, my skin was too pale and I looked as if I had just ran a marathon and not taken a few steps. I had multiple bruises all over my scrawny form and as I lifted my gown you could see my broken ribs jutting out, even through the wrappings. Searching my form for something not damaged I looked at the reflected eyes and the piercing sea green orbs that shone through my raven black tousled hair were desperate but strong, my stubborn eyes refused to show my brokenness, maybe I wasn't as broken as I thought.
Closing my eyes I took a deep shuddering painful breath and exhaled slowly. I was wasting my thought thinking about if I was worth it, I had to think about how I could get better. I took once last glance at my reflection as I slowly walked through the door and got back into my bed.
I stared out the gloomy window until there was a knock on door and it opened to the social worker, finally I get to leave this horrible prison.She was happier today I noticed as I analyzed her. She was still wearing slacks but today she had on a gray blouse and a black suit coat. She held a genuine smile as she walked up to me, her step no longer forceful, but relaxed.
"Hi Percy," she greeted." Guess where you going today" I had to refrain myself from calling out her annoying tone but resorted to sarcasm.
"Let me guess... Narnia.... no I'm definitely going to Hogwarts." I stated with a bored tone. She laughed dryly and that was enough to lift my spirits a bit.
"Well as much as you might want to go to Hogwarts and be a wizard your uncle Bruce is going to pick you up and bring you to his manor" she stated cheerfully. With that she exited
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