Chapter 14

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❝Baby, you're like lightning in a bottleI can't let you go now that I got itAnd all I need is to be struck by your electric loveBaby, your electric love ❞

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Baby, you're like lightning in a bottle
I can't let you go now that I got it
And all I need is to be struck by your electric love
Baby, your electric love 

❝Baby, you're like lightning in a bottleI can't let you go now that I got itAnd all I need is to be struck by your electric loveBaby, your electric love ❞

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When I woke up, I bumped my head into someone else's.  "Hi." I muttered. My ribs hurt, I had a headache, and I was generally not feeling well.

"Percy!" Jason exclaimed, still rubbing his forehead. "Are you ok?"

He hugged me, squeezing tightly. "Ow, my ribs."

Jason let go of me as soon as I said that. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine."

"Fine?"

"Fine."

"How can you be 'fine' after you get kidnapped and tortured?"

"Eh, not the first time."

"What?!" he said, eyes almost bulging out of his skull. "Give me names, now!"

I chuckled. "I already took care of them, don't worry."

He raised his eyebrows. "As in... six feet under?"

"Don't tell the police."

Jason chuckled slightly. "I won't."

"Where am I, anyways?" I asked, looking around. I was in a stark white room with four beds. An infirmary. I moved to remove the IV drip, but Jason stopped me.

"Don't do that." He said, furrowing his brows. Cute. "As for where we are, well, we're in the Batcave." I gave him a look.  "It's under the manor."

"Oh, cool." I paused. "Wait, didn't I have a bomb in my head? Oh gods, am I going to explode?!"

"Calm down, Percy, you're ok." He grabbed my hand, seemingly trying to reassure me. "When we took you out of there, Tim disabled the bomb. Plus, they took it out of you when you were unconscious." 

"Can I leave?"

"No, you can't, Hurricane." someone said. A girl was standing next to the door, blending in with the shadows. She kind of reminded me of Nico, honestly. But a cheerier version, I could tell from her posture.

𝑻𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 ° Jason Todd (DISCONTINUED) Where stories live. Discover now