Sea Storms (PJO/YJ Crossover)

You Just Got Burned

You know what I like about Bruce, he stays out of your business. Ha, I actually almost said that with a straight face. No Bruce is so far up in your business that he breaks the meaning of secret, but he does it but stalking you from afar, not asking you like a normal person. Living with them for a week now, I think that I'm starting to get used to Bruce knowing everything about everyone. I just wish he knew everything about me, then I wouldn't have to argue why I should be a bat.

Today was the reincarnation of boredom after I gladly killed it the day before, but that changed. How can you possibly be bored when your fuming, try it it's impossible. No I was currently not bored, but was screaming obscenities into your pillow any better? Yes, yes it was.

I don't even know how the conversation turned argument started, but it ended with me feeling a bit guilty and equal parts angry. I didn't even say that I wanted to be a bat, I might have hinted it though. I also definitely didn't say that I wanted to be in the field, I offered more of a backup watch over type, but he still flipped. I know he didn't mean to insult my worth, but that's what it felt like.

I ended my temper tantrum and stared up at the ceiling, ok now I was bored. I was going the enter REM, but something stopped me, a feeling that something was going to happen.

I stared concerned into the darkening corner of the room, it was if the shadows were being drawn together in a black mass. After a moment of the shadows converging the seemingly imploded and spread out, dissipating. I was confusing for a second, not because of the magic trick, but because of what the shadows left behind.

"That's new" I stated with a shrug. The dark haired child rolled his eyes at me but kept smiling.

"It's one of my powers." He remarked cheerfully. "I call it shadow travel."

"So is that the only reason you came into my room without knocking, to show me your stalker powers?." I questioned with a smirk. "Cause you know that you'll never be a better stalker than me."

"I am not a stalker." Nico stated crossing his arms.

"And that's why you just appeared in my room." I challenged. "No never mind, your not a stalker, your a pedophile. I'm ashamed of you Mr. Di Angelo, appearing in young children's rooms." He rolled his eyes once more.

"Your impossible."

"You realised you just said I'm possible, right." He sighed again, to tired to argue with me and flopped down onto my bed.

"Hey but at least I made it here, I kept going to China." That was the last straw, I doubled over in laughter. "Hey its not funny, the first time I landed in a Chinese restaurant in some ladies won ton soup." He remarked defensively. I doubled over in laughter again.

"I'm sorry, but your really not helping your case." He sighed, defeated and turned his head to look at me.

"So what's up." I shrugged once more with a frown.

"Nothing much I'm just angry at Bruce." He looked at me worried before replying.

"I just don't think that Bruce is good at communication, he's not used to explaining to people why, only ordering them not to." I smiled warmly at the 7 year old.

"Well aren't you a ball of wisdom." I fell backwards into a laying position. "And now your my best friend because you cured my boredom."

"Yes that temper tantrum was a very good show, but boring nonetheless."

"You are a stalker."

"Yes, yes I am." We were quiet for a second before my brilliant mind thought of something that would cure my boredom.