Sea Storms (PJO/YJ Crossover)

Above All Else

The day began like toilet seat.

To say that it was frigid, shockingly cold and not only counting the temperature. It felt as though everyone held they're breath and bit their tongue.

That particular analogy also worked with how it was simmilar to fecal matter, given that all anyone could muster up was a scowl or a vacant look. No one was particularly expressive anyway, but at this amount, the usually busy city was erie and unnerving.

They, above all else looked scared. The news anchor on the downstairs TV that Alfred had turned on was reporting news with wide eyes, heart vacant from the already fake smile that graced her lips. The people on the street I glanced at through the car window scurried around like rats. Solemn faces was all I saw as I passed kids in halls, it was quiet, like they were mourning.

But they were, because out of hundreds of high class children that roamed the halls, 24 had died less than two weeks ago.

I didn't feel up to much smiling either.

So yeah, the world felt quite like a toilet seat at the moment, vacant and empty. Though, the difference was that toilet seats tended to warm up as you sit on them, the longer I sat on the feeling that I wished was apathy, it only got more bitter and raw.

On the car ride home, I looked over at Dick sitting across from me and staring out the window with a fist propping up his chin up. I wanted to ask him if he was alright, if it felt cold to him too. I knew the answer already though, we all felt the tense disquietude and foreboding recreancy in the air around us, as suffocating and revolting as breathing into a paper bag for too long. It made me lightheaded, having a clouded mind like looking through the thick fog in your life and trying to decide if the object a foot away was a car or a tree.

I opened my mouth to speak to him, tell him that I was sorry that I never really spoke to him, sorry that I still haven't spoke to him. To be honest, in light of it all, the shear amount of things that have happened just over the past few months, I had no earthly clue where to start.

But I had to start somewhere. So I looked to him and opened my mouth, letting the the world's bullshit fall out.

"What do you know about time travel?"

His head snapped sideways to look at me, mouth slack and eyes wide. I internally cringed. It had been so quiet today, my hoarse voice sounded deafening in contrast. Also, why the hell did I chose time travel?

"Um...well I've read some theories about it, honestly if you want to know about time travel, Flash is an expert there with how many times he's changed it." He squirmed then before staring back out the window.

"What do you believe? I mean I know there are alot of differnt theories." I questioned, not letting the optertunity of easing the tension slip out of my hands.

He just shrugged, opening his mouth to reply but closing it again and shaking his head to himself.

"Some people think of time like a river." His eyes flicked back toward me as I spoke. "That no matter how much you through rocks into the river the stream will always go in the the same direction and the current will always pull the water back on course. The theory that the universe always self corrects and you may change some events but it will always end the same way."

He bit his lip before seemingly deciding something a d turning towards me.

"It's an okay anology, but honestly, I chose to believe that things can be changed. If something happenes that you have the power to fix but end up not changing anything, than that's depressing." He spoke lightly, part inhibited, part suspicious.