The lives I've written (percy Jackson Batfam cossover)

Chapter eleven: A lead to the action, stones set in place.

~Percys POV~

As the News Lady trails on, the camera switches toward a Live video showing Red Hood, and Red Robin fighting the Minotaur. As expected they where quickly discovering that their artillery had no effect on the monster.

I looked at Mr.Wayne who had set down the tv remote and was heading toward the grandfather clock. The entrance way opened up as it had before. I watched him start to walk inside, then he looks back at me "Percy I need you to stay here with Alfred where its safe"

Hi face cleared pf emotion as I watched him descend down the stairs the very second after I returned a firm nod. "Master Perseus, if you would please follow me to your chambers, so I could monitor the boys in case of injury and insure your safety?"

Alfred laid a hand on my shoulder and ushered me out following him down the dangly halls.

We reached the room I had woken up in that morning. I entered as he opened the door to let me in before sitting down on the absolutely humongus bed.

"Master Perseus, For your safety do not leave this room untill instructed , I will return to you when the situation has been handled"

Alfred then left the room, closing the old fashioned entrance way. Quickly slipping on a hoody, some shoes, and ignoring my head that started to throub, I opened up the far window, knowing that even if the bats were as trained as everyone said they where, that no way am I missing out on the fun.

-Bruces Pov-

I went down the way to the cave, enjoying the feeling of falling in to totall darkness. The faint sound of dripping water from far bellow, the rushing waterfall that could be heard as a buzz if one concentraded enough. The way the stairs lighted up as your foot hit each step, in a light almost unocitable but with the smallest shine that brings back memorys of stepping down from years passed.

The years that had passed with the fast steps and laughter of Dick, the first Robin who would never leave a quiet second, often skiping several steps at a time with ease. Then the second Robin Jason Todd, the months that had passed with distruftfull glares, often walking behind me to make sure he could see me at all times.

Tim Drake, I wasnt fair to him when he had first started out, nowhere near fair to the little brilliant boy, who had spent the days of his child hood alone in an empty home, and his nights filled with adrenaline and the yearning of a family he had never known. When Tim Drake had started to walk these stairs I had been angry, Batman mightve finished his grievings outwardly of Robin, but Bruce Wayne hadnt finished or hit the tip of the iceberg on his own. So Bruce would let Tim go to the lockers, change, have Batman watch him leave up the stairs, it would be along time untill Bruce Wayne would walk with him or even see him without the cowl.

The fourth of my sons, Damian Wayne, had walked the stairs with a different Batman, Dick Grayson, while Bruce himself was presumed dead. I imagine that the encounter between the two was much like the one of him and Dick when Dick was younger, except the role of batman and Robin as it had been back then, Reversed.

Now just a few second ago, he had been followed by Percy, too young to be Robin, but a son to me nonetheless. Most might think that im rushing it but adopting a child isnt just a simple

I WANT THAT ONE, no, its a feeling of when you lay your eyes on them you know that you will protect them with all your will, and everything you have. The feeling I have is knowing that all of my kids deserve so much more than I can give them, but there are so few who are even willing to give.

Finnally reaching the end of the stairs, I realease a small sigh, before hearing the Zetabeam in the cave go off.

Robin Z11

Nightwing Bo1

The robotic voice was then shushed by footsteps, as Nightwing and Robin came into view. Robin was carrying a sword, which wouldnt be unusual, except for the metal the sword seemed to represnt seemed to be some kind of bronze, and the structure looked Greek.

"Father, I and Nightwing spoke with Prince, she said this metal would vanquish the mythical beast" Robin said as he presented the sword.

"Just in time, Altho a report has shown that there are more cases, Nightwing, you and Robin need to go find Hood and Red Robin, Report as much as you can, I will join you with aerial assitance" I finished nodding at them as they headed toward their bikes.

I then hurried to change quickly, hoping that even with one sword we would be able to hold them back enough to divise a plan, and figure out the how and why animals that dangerous are back in the plain of existance.

OK OK THAT WASNT ALOt BUT I NEED MORE FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER< AND ONLY NOW DECIDED TO UPDATE SO SHHHH.

I know each and every one of you deserve more than this, so im sorry. Also the beginning is a little choppy because this was writen during different time frames.

heres a blooper for an idea for a diferent story that isnt related to the plot to make up for it. :)

Elleven year old Timothy Jackson Drake had never liked Galas much, they always seemed to bore him. Thats why like most times he found himself wandering the mansion that hosted the events he was dragged along to by his parents, time after time again. Even if this particular time it was hosted at the Wayne Manor, home to Bruce Wayne Gothams famous Billionare Playboy a real Tony Stark one would say, but if you asked Tim, he would tell you Bruce Wayne was no Iron Man, because Tim Drake knew Bruce Waynes secret he knew something that many did not, and that was, that Bruce Wayne was The Batman.

How Tim had known was a long story, and even though he didnt have straight answers he did have one cold hard evidence, that there were only three people to have performed the quadruple flip, and only one was alive. When the first Robin flew through the air like a Grayson, Tim Drake at thr ripe age of nine then knew one of the the most well secret to have ever been hidden.

Scroll forward two years since he was nine and here he is having suscessfully fled the ball room of chatter, now roaming the angelic halls of Wayne Manor. Tim looked at the paintings that dressed the hallways, majestically hung almost as if they did not cost a fortune. The rug that seemed to stretch on forever down the hallway to no end, so apealing to chase as if he where Dorthy and it the yellow brick road.

Eventually he reached a door at the end, and with the knowledge that the residents of Wayne Manor were most likely at the Gala, he turned the nob and went right in. He entered the room and imediately knew by the structure that it was the Wayne Manors kitchen, but being as giant as it was, it didnt hide the thing he saw. The thing, no, the person who was staring at him from across the room. Not just any person, Jason Todd siting on the counter with his hand reached deep inside a cookie jar. Jason Peter Todd who was in his Domino, and Full Robin gear.

Tim was about to say somehing when Jason. no. Robin beat him to it, with one simple vulger word.

"Fuck"

Fuck is right, fuck indeed.

So what do yall think would you guys be interested?

comment down below if so, or if you hav any ideas for that or this story that I have been procrastinating!