make sure to read the sequel "Flawless, Isn't Our Thing."
DISCLAIMER : I do not own these characters, only Elina and Luce.
I ran far, as much as my feet could carry me, my strength forming into pain spreading through my muscles, stamina coming to an end as it began to burn my lungs reaching for air. I had no choice but to stop myself, hide behind an old looking tree and cross my fingers luck had my side today.Sliding down to the ground, my pounding heart kept inself in beat with the upcoming footsteps. Suddenly the sun was long gone from my skin, a tall man giving me shade standing in front of me. He gave of no expression, almost resembling a statue of long lost heroes. Yet, he was no hero, the craving look and mellow laugh he gave off.. no, no here here.In a blink his bloody sword kissed itself up to my neck, pinning me against my "hidy hole" tree. Words along with angered spit were exchanged, becoming one of his Jury Of Nine puppets was all that could save me from death's swing.
[A year later]
"I know you're not what you portray to your people," I turn myself to him, "There is good in you, and I will show it to everyone."
"I would like to see you try, it would be... quite amusing," he scoffed, giving my words, my quest, nothing giving off that he believed me.
"And I would be honored to show you," saying loudly I hit my sword against the floor, trying for his attention, "Sir."
Not saying anything, he turned around to see me walk out his study. I can feel his eye roll from here, I'm just another drop in the ocean of the people trying to help and bring the truth to justice, aren't I?
Will he let me show him, let me meet the person he's hiding; or will he kill me and this game?
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Book 2 of the 'Demigod in Gotham' Series
When Nico moved to Gotham, all he wanted was to do good. He never asked to be adopted by Bruce Wayne. He never asked for Slade to come after him. He never asked to die. And more than anything else, he never asked to be revived.
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"I excused what you did with Slade, but you cannot continue to break rules and put yourself at risk-"
Nico laughed. "Excused? You excused it?"
Nightwing approached the table, probably knowing where this was going. "Demo-"
The demigod ignored his brother. "Slade wanted to sell my people as slaves. Not only did he deserve to die, but he needed to."
Bruce stood up, his hands on the table. "Slade's death was not your call and I respected that-"
"No, you were forced to accept it because you couldn't stop me. You wanted me to spare him, just like every single one of your sons have up until that point, but how did that work out? When did Slade ever face justice for all the things he had done after they spared him? He deserved to die for everything he had done!"
"It is not our place-"
"Then thank f*ck that it actually was my place to do what you never could!"
Bruce clenched his jaw. They stared at each other for a long moment before Bruce finally said, "We fight for justice, not vengeance. If you allow yourself to sink down to that place, you may never come back. It will kill you if you keep on fighting to avenge things that have not even happened yet"
Nico stared at his father, the rage that had been boiling underneath his skin every second since he had woken up back in November began to break through the surface. He took off his domino mask and tossed it onto the table, making sure that Bruce had to look at his eyes-- the ones that no longer resembled the fourteen year old that Bruce had once asked to join his family. "Good thing I already died then."
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