Percy looked into the mirror as she ran her eyes over the spandex suit she was wearing, one pretty similar to Nightwings to show their partnerships. At first she was surprised at how well it fit her, but then she thought it was probably because it was spandex.

Percy stepped away from the mirror and turned to Nightwing who was standing in front of some holographic screen.

He turned around and asked, "You ready?"

Percy smirked, one of her iconic trouble-maker smirks which everyone who knew her had gotten used to. "You bet I am!"

Nightwing smiled slightly and off they were, grappling their way across the crime filled city of Bludhaven.

Percy loved grappling, it was kinda like flying but she wasn't far enough in the air for her very grumpy uncle to strike her down.

She'd trained for two months, and now was her time to show the city what she was made of.

A few minutes into the patrol Percy encountered the first bad guy of the evening - or night.

A man with brown hair and dark eyes wearing all black. He wore a black hat and a black scarf trying to cover as most of his mouth as possible as he threatened a younger man with a gun.

Percy knew this was a common sight in this city, and that broke her bruised heart. She wanted to get them all together, and scream at them. Why? Why do this? But she knew why.

Nightwing motioned for her to go ahead. This was her fight. She jumped down and landed with a soft thud. The thud would have been much louder if it weren't for Nightwings training.

Percy could tell that the mans grip on the gun wasn't as steady anymore. His entire arm was shaking. "Nightwing?"

Percy laughed. "No."

The man turned around. "Wha- Who are you?!"

Percy rolled her eyes, but a smirk was once again upon her face. Well, the man couldn't tell she was rolling her eyes, the mask hid that. It was a unique feeling, one that only a mask can bring. Being masked. Knowing that no one knows who you truly are, and no matter how many enemies you defeat they'll never know why you are. You would be safer, your family was way safer.

As a demigod she wasn't masked, she was open. This was the reason her family no longer lived.

"Ey, woman! Didn't you hear what I said? Who are you!?" The man growled, and it reminded her way to much of a certain ex-step-father.

Her smile curled into a scowl, which seemed to scare the man more.

She didn't answer his question, he didn't deserve an answer. No, he was scum. Instead she knocked him out. Then she did just as Nightwing had taught her. She tied him up while Nighwing called the Blüdhaven Police Department. According to Hanna, they weren't really helpful. The vigilantes did most of the work, which was something she truly learnt on her first patrol. One down, many to go.

So Percy and Nightwing continued. They swung over the city, and Percy had to try her best not to be mesmerized by the city and its lights. She knew the city wasn't like that. It was filled with scum threatening, killing, robbing and what not.

Percy has grown up in New York, but it had nothing  - crime wise, compared to Blüdhaven. Or Gotham for that matter. She wondered if she'd ever get used to the levels of crime here. Maybe. Maybe not.

The night sky was filled with dark clouds, the stars and moon hidden behind them. Just like the true grime of Blüdhaven was hidden behind the bright lights.

She and Nightwing worked as a team, they had for a while. Well, only in training. But their work was... well, it wasn't flawless but it sure was close.

By the end of the patrol, around three in the morning Percy felt pride. She was proud of herself, something she hadn't felt in a while. She didn't feel alone. She didn't like a disappointment. She felt like she was worth something! She was doing the right thing! This was going to be her redemption. It was her fault that they died. Her friends, her family, her fellow demigods. She finally had a chance to redeem herself. A chance to take this darkness and guilt off her shoulders. A weight which was growing everyday, every second.

She looked over at Nightwing, who was smiling at her.

"How was your first patrol?" He asked.

"Excellent," Percy said. "I don't blow anything up. I wasn't suspected for terrorism."

Nightwing laughed. Percy had told him about some parts of her adventures, but not the complete truth. He didn't need to know about the gods, or about her parentage. Maybe, one day, he would learn. But that would be then, and not know. It could also be possible sooner than expected. Percy wasn't very patient after all. But she was a rather skilled liar, but that she enjoyed lying. She only did it when necessary. Like if her mother asked her is she ate all the cookies, when she totally, absolutely didn't.

Percy returned the smile and they grappled back to Nightwing small base. Well, it was hers too. They were a team, and a good one at that.

That fact she held close to heart.