Batman's Legacy

Part 3

Alright, confession time...I started writing this before I released the second part. I'm sorry! Just this was too good to just pass on and let it go into the back of my story creating mind, but I think this idea is awesome. Let me know what you think in the comments. Remember to vote and all that jazz, blah blah, onto the story.

Percy ventured into the rubble that was the Batcave. He made his way over to the smashed contents of what was once the costume holders. He picked up the smooth, black mask that was part of Tim's Robin costume and clutched the unharmed mask. He slipped it in his hoodie and continued moving, picking up bits and pieces here and there, placing them into a box he had dragged out from an untouched part of the cave. He packed everything up, and slid back into the water, creating an air bubble around it as he pushed it through the water. He emerged, and Blackjack was hovering in the sky. He wasn't sure what the mortals saw through the mist, but they didn't pay him any attention. When Percy came out, face streaked with tears, Blackjack landed on the dock and waited for Percy, who pushed the box up on the dock without a word.

Find anything, boss? Blackjack asked nervously, almost as if he was scared to ask.

"They're gone," Percy replied, his voice shaking. Blackjack didn't respond. "I need you to find somewhere for me to stay, it's just temporary. You can go back to Camp Half Blood. In the chaos, Gotham's villains will be running wild. I don't want you in the middle of it."

Boss, I can stay- Blackjack started.

"After this, Blackjack, I need you to go. Just trust me on this."

Alright, boss.

"Please don't call me boss."

Whatever you say, boss. Percy almost smiled at his pegasus's silliness. He would have, but at the moment, he was still full of pain.

Percy mounted Blackjack, holding the box in front of him. Getting up into the air, they scoured Gotham, looking for somewhere Percy could stay. They found a deserted apartment complex, which is where Percy set up camp. Before Blackjack left, Percy offered him a few sugarcubes, which had been in a bag in his pocket.

"Thanks Blackjack," he said. "For everything."

You don't need to thank me, boss. You're the best boss I could have hoped for.

"But I do," Percy said. "I never would have made it through all of this without you. Tell Chiron hi for me."

Will do boss.

Blackjack took the sugar and flew off. Percy hopped in through the window, conveniently next to the fire escape, and settled in, nibbling on an ambrosia square. The taste of his mom's blue cookies filled his mouth, which pained him. He pulled out the black mask, then turned to the box next to him.

He had some work to do.

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A week later, he heads back into the apartment, tired after a long days work. He had been trying to round up some of Gotham's villains, for the first day out of his camp. He picked up the phone that Bruce had given him, and looked up the latest news. A reporter was reporting in front of several police officers, pushing Scarecrow and Poison Ivy, handcuffed, Ivy with power restrainers, into police cars, to take them back to Arkham. He grinned as he listened to the news, nibbling on some ambrosia, for his ribs still hurt from last night when they were broken.

"A new hero seems to have joined the streets of Gotham, so short after the tragic demise of Batman, now revealed to be Bruce Wayne. He possesses a sword and water wielding powers. His abilities seem to far render beyond that, as in an altercation with Penguin, the ground split open beneath his feet. Not much is known about the hero, with a black suit with green waves across the chest. His mask is green, matching his bright green eyes, which can be described as glowing. Though he has not yet revealed himself, he is believed to be working alone-"

Percy reached up and pulled the green mask off of his face, the one that used to be Robin's. Without realizing it, his fingers traced over a scar on his cheekbone, but it was normal. It's not like it didn't happen every few days.

His suit is a version of Batman's, with a few unneeded pieces of technology and an earpiece. He didn't use it for now, but he planned on it. His sword rested on his knees, the blade half forged of steel, half of Celestial Bronze. Like Backbiter, Luke's old weapon. Percy had to admit, that blade was effective. Riptide remained in his pocket, but he had no need to fight monsters at the moment.

He switched to another live report.

"...in other news, billionaire Bruce Wayne's nephew, Percy Jackson, is still missing after his Uncle's demise. We encourage anyone with information to step forward and give the police anything that could aid them in their search."

Over the next few weeks, several Justice League members checked in on the city, but he disappeared before they could get too close. He took down threats such as Two-Face, but as he couldn't show who he was, he had to handle him just as any other supervillain. Hey, he was no Batman, but he got the job done right.

Now for the second part of his plan: get into the Justice League. He knew they used teleporter pods, he had seen Batman use one, but the one in the cave was now destroyed, so he had to find a new route.

Finally, after defeating Bane without even breaking a sweat, another hero caught up to him. And it was one that he was not entirely sure he wanted to see, for fear of them recognizing him.

Aquaman.

"Stop, in the name of Poseidon!" he yelled. Percy sighed. He had to mention my dad?  Percy thought.

Percy turned to face him, his sea green eyes scanning him. Aquaman didn't seem to want to fight, but his face had a shocked expression as he stared at Percy.

"What is it?" Percy asked gruffly, slightly miffed.

"You have the look of someone I know," he said. "But it can't be..."

"What is it you heroes want with me?" Percy asked.

Aquaman regained his composure. "A few of our numbers have expressed that they wish you to join our ranks."

"English please?"

"People want you in the League," he said simply.

Percy showed no emotion, but inside he was all giddy. He had done it!

"If I were to join the League," he started," would I gain lodging in the Watchtower?"

"You would," Aquaman said.

"I'll think about it," Percy said. "How should I contact you?"

"Meet me at the docks in two days. I take it you are comfortable in water?"

"Probably more than you," Percy admitted.

"I doubt it," Aquaman smiled. "What shall I call you?"

Luckily, Percy had given this some thought. "Call me the Mariner."

Percy raced off. Aquaman radioed in.

"I think he accepted, Dianna," he said into his earpiece. Unknown to him, Percy was nearby, ready to follow him to the teleportation pads.

"I don't know where he's from either, Dianna, but we will find out soon enough. I'll be back at headquarters in a bit."

He slipped through some alleys, and came across a wooden fence. He marched up, and the illusion vanished, teleporting him as soon as he stepped on the pad. Percy followed suit, stepping into the machine and emerging into Justice League headquarters.

Thanks for reading guys! 

Yours in demigodishness and all that.

Peace out.