Surprise My Uncle Is Batman

Chapter Two

After sitting in the police station for almost four hours my ADHD started to act up. My leg was bouncing up and down and my hands were fiddling with a pen I found on the officer's desk( riptide was buried in my pocket and I did not want to get it out) that was looking for people or a family member I could stay with. 

"No freaking way kid!" The officer said looking at me with his eyes bugged out. He was not the slimmest officer and a little bit of a pot belly with a kind face but looked like he could pretty scary if needed be. 

"What?" I looked up surprised by the look on his face and the tone of his voice. 

"Your uncle is Bruce Wayne." He said like he was trying to insure himself.

Bruce Wayne. I had to ransack my brain for a thought about or even an image. But than it hit me. Bruce Wayne the multi-million air who has all the fancy cars and lives in the big mansion. He just recently adopted a kid who's parents died in a circus accident or something like that. 

"You are not serious are you? You are just messing with me right." I asked hoping he was just messing with me. I had just gotten done with a war and did not need the attention. Though most monsters are in hiding since after the war do to low numbers, I don't want the Gods on my tail or other Demigods.

"Sorry kid I'm not, apparently he is your moms brother and she was just adopted by the people you thought was her real parents.  Excuse me for a moment I have to go do something." And with that he got up and left.

He left me alone to sit in my thoughts while he went to do what ever he was going to do. My mom had a brother. The people that had died in a plane crash when she was little were not even her real parents. Wait... does that mean her last name is Wayne and not Jackson? Does that mean my last name is not Jackson? I sat there for a couple more minutes going over that in my head, when the police officer came back.

"I called your uncle he said he is on his way, and would be happy to take you in till you can live on your own." He said in a kind voice.

I looked up at him and wanted to say something but all I could say was, "Cool, Thanks."

He looked down at me with eyes full of pity. How I hate those eyes! "No problem kid or Perry wasn't it?" He looked unsure.

"Percy." I said "Jackson." I finished quietly.

"Okay well a couple of officers went over and got some clothes out of your apartment and grabbed what looked special to you like pictures and books, but if you need anything else from your apartment you will have to call or come back down here and take an officer with you to grab the things you might want from there. We normally  would let you just go but it is still an active crime scene." And with that he dropped a duffel bag which a recongnized as my own at my feet.

But once again I just looked up at him and said, "Cool, thanks."

He was turning around and going the other direction when he paused and turned back around and looked at me, " I have had to work with a lot of teens in the past, not many who have just lost their parents, but you are doing a great job of staying strong and levelheaded." And with that he got up and left once again. Probably to go do some more police work.

After he left I unzipped the duffel bag and looked inside. He was right when he said they just grabbed clothes just a bunch of shirts, pants, socks, sweatshirts, and more. But there was something else at the very bottom of the bag was a collection of pictures of my mom and I, her with Paul and I, and some with just me and Paul, and some others. There was also a couple scrap books which I did not want to look through at the moment. But than I noticed something taped to the back of a scrap book. I gently took the tape off careful not to rip what I had identified as a card or letter of some sort. I slowly opened and started to read what was inside.

Dear my dearest Percy,

If you are reading this note something probably happened to me. I don't want you to be sad or depressed of what has happened to me. And you have also probably found out that your uncle is Bruce Wayne. Bruce and I were siblings growing up, but when are parents were murdered I was in such utter shock I ran away and was put into foster care where the Jackson couple found me and took me in. I decided to use their last name so nobody would be able to find me. I regret what I did. After they died in a plane crash I went to live with my uncle and a couple of years after high had you and well you know the rest. I want you to be successful and prosper in life. I will always love you. Be nice to your uncle.

                                                                    Love Mom.

I was practically in tears when I was done reading the letter. I carefully folded it and put it back in the duffel bag so it would not get crinkled or crushed. I looked up and noticed the police officer was walking back this way so I wiped my eyes with the back of the wrist and stood up and looked at him.

"Come on and grab your duffel bag, your uncle is here." And just as he got done saying that a tall well built man with sunglasses on, walked in the door and walked over towards me. Once he reached me, he took his sunglasses off put them in his pocket and looked me in the eyes and stuck out his hand and said, "Hello Perseus, I am your uncle Bruce Wayne."