Falling asleep on the couch was not a good idea, I mean it's more comfortable than any bed I have ever been in, but then I could have avoided a very awkward moment.

It wasn't my fault that I got dragged into what I dubbed 'the dream realm'. I mentally sighed, I needed to learn how to control this. Maybe I could control it maybe I couldn't but it wouldn't hurt to try.

I thought hard, thought of every detail I could remember and made a mental picture of myself on the couch sleeping. I felt the nausea that told me something was going to happen to replace the dark abyss of my subconscious and I reflexively closed my eyes. When I opened them I view the current state of the Wayne manor's living room where I was sleeping. Well that answers that I guess i'm not always dragged.

I stared at myself for a second, viewing in distaste. I was still in the way to big red shirt that looked more like a blanket and those basketball shorts that were pants on me. I was still very scrawny and everywhere bone made contact with the skin practically jutted out in sharp angles.

I looked away from my sleeping form for a moment to recompose my thoughts, time is fluid in dreams so I had all the time in the world to myself. Closing my eyes again I thought about one of the happier memories and when my eyes opened I was relieved to find it in front of my eyes.

It was my 6th birthday, I didn't get celebrate them much but when I did my mom made up for it. We were at the park eating ice cream, mine blue of course, and my face was lit up in a childish grin. I watch sadly from aside as my younger form cleaned off the remaining ice cream from his hands and my mom chuckled softly from beside the park bench.

"I have one last surprise for you before we go home, k?" She announced in a radiant tone. He nodded buoyantly with an expression of pure joy and excitement.

He watched transfixed as his mother brought out a small leather box gold cursive engravings. She smiled sweetly as my younger self looked up at her with curiosity. She took the box and held it close to her heart, as if it was the most important thing to exist.

"What is it?" the now 6 year old asked, inquisitiveness lacing his features. The mother observed the box for a moment longer before answering.

"It belonged to your father" she responded despondently but with a hint of happiness."He said if he ever didn't make it.. that he wanted you to have it." The mother closed her eyes as if lost in thought and let her head drop before barley kept in tears shined their way through."Your father was the greatest man I had ever come across, and one heck of a hero complex." She stated smiling softly at her memories." You may not remember him but you were the most important thing in the world to him, I I... just wish he could have seen you grow up" the mom choked on her words and he embraced her with his tiny arms. The young child's features were laced with understanding, even at the young age he was more intelligent than most.

"Can.. can I see it?" He asked pulling away and looking into her eyes. She nodded held it out in her hand. He grabbed the box tenderly, as if it were a bomb that could explode at any moment.

I looked sadly at myself as he opened the worn ring holder, in it was a ring, the only thing I had left of my father and now my mother. I thought that the memory would take my mind off the world, but it only brought me back to reality, she was gone.

My subconscious went dark again as the dream memory faded and I fell to my knees, curling in on myself. Sobs racked my diminutive body as I tried to forget my problems, my mother, my injuries, my powers, all of it. I just wanted to forget about everything but that's not how it works, I needed to face them.

Trying to recompose myself I took several shaky breaths trying not to think about that night. Instead I chose to envision myself on the couch in the Wayne manor, my scrawny form on the expensive leather. I almost sighed in relief as I opened my eyes to the familiar scene, but this time someone I felt was familiar but couldn't place was sitting on the couch next to my sleeping form. This all would have been fine, but he was staring at me, intently.

It was like that for a while, me just watching him watching me. He had a head of pitch black hair that was wild and sticking up in odd directions, he wore a dress shirt and a red tie with slacks. Then I felt really stupid for not figuring out that this was probably Dick. I mean I did just have a mental break down in my subconscious, but is that really an excuse to not put two and two together. I just want to know why he's staring at me.

I watched as Bruce silently strolled down the staircase and came to a position behind Dick and also began a staring contest.

"He looks peaceful when he sleeps" Bruce commented and Dick jumped up at least 2 feet in the air. I laughed silently as Dick gave him an exasperated sigh.

"At least give me some warning before sneak up on me, not whelmed, not whelmed at all" he stressed with a disapproving glance, then his expression softened."His name is Percy right?" He asked looking up to Bruce who nodded."What's his story?"

Bruce glanced at my sleep form with an unreadable expression, turning his vision downcast he spoke."I don't think it's my story to tell." Dick nodded in understanding and looked back to me. Bruce walked around the couch to my other side and lowered his form onto the dark leather."He will come through though, he's a Wayne, we are way too stubborn not to."

With that I let the image fade out, and the dark abyss surrounded me once more. I was partially confused though, why would they care if I was ok? I only met them like 2 hours before. The only person who cared for or even loved me was my mom. I just don't get it, why did she have to die? What did she ever do to deserve such a fate? WHY DID SHE EVEN MARRY THAT PIG OF A MAN?

Grabbing the sides of my head I almost ripped my hair out from my grip. Once More I curled into myself, I was so weak, I didn't have enough strength to keep the memory away. Colors swarmed violently around me as rocked back and forth in the fetal position, as if it was trying to form a hurricane.

"Don't you dare touch him" I closed my eyes trying to block everything out, breathing heavily.

"Let him go" My body racked with sobs as I he plunged the knife in again and I heard myself scream.

"Now it's your turn brat" I screamed in my subconscious, a scream that tore through everything. Wind ripped apart the memory as my face contorted in anguish. The scream shattered my thoughts as if they were a glass. Everything was blown back yet nothing was ever there in the first place, it was my memory.

I fell to my knees as the scream died in my throat, for a second I was confused as of why, then I looked down. There was a sword protruding from my neck as if someone stabbed me. But who could stab me in my mind? I think the only person that's in my subconscious is my friend Mr unicorn, real original name, that was against my will. Even when I got over that phase he still popped up at random times and farted in my face, you know what happens when they fart. Dam it ADHD we don't need to figure out if it was mister unicorn or not, we need to find out why he stabbed me through my throat, and why is he so violent.

Since that train of thought was going nowhere I thought of myself as whole again with no sword imbedded in my neck and after a moment a was no longer on the floor but behind the person who stabbed me, and it was no unicorn.

It was a girl.

She wore a worn black cloak that trailed behind her with the the hood down, so that her wild curly blond hair was blowing in the wind that I created in my anguish. She couldn't have been over 12 though I had a feeling she was much more intelligent than I thought. Then she turned around, she had stormy grey calculating eyes, sharp features, a light grey floor length dress covered in swirling black accents that looked as if they were moving and a glowing silver amulet. She still had the sword that she stabbed me with in her hand, it was made of bronze and was about three feet long, it seemed to be glowing even in the endless void of my mind.

"You know it's rude to stab people" I commented after a moment. She cocked her head to the side, her face wearing an unreadable expression.

"You and I both know that you could have torn your mind apart if you continued" She announced. I avoided her stormy eyes as she walked up to me, silently studying me."Why do you doubt your worth?" She asked after a moment. I looked at her funnily before I came to a conclusion.

"Telepath?" I asked, she gave me a ghost if a smile and nodded.

"Yes Perseus and I'm going to be straightforward with you, your in danger, we don't know why, but it's about your father." She stated elegantly and softly.

"Who is he" I asked my voice quivering slightly. She looked at me in sympathy

"His name was Poseidon, better known as Storm" she answered looking downcast. "He along with my mom Athena or Mindset were super villains but they turned away from that life to do what was right in the end getting killed in the process" she looked back into my eyes with sadness."He was a hero in the end, they both were" her voice was so soft it was almost a whisper."This" she brought up the bronze blade."Was his sword, Anaklusmos or Riptide. He would want you to have it, to be the hero that he was in the end." She took a shaky breath looked away. " when you wake up in will be in you pocket in the form of a pen that you uncap, it will always return there." She looked at me saldy once more."Don't tell anyone of you powers and... and try not to repeat history, watch out for yourself Perseus" with that she turned around and started walking into the darkness.

"Wait" I yelled after her and she turned around giving me a what look." I never got your name."

"I'm Annabeth, we will see each other again don't fret, we are not done with each other." She turned back around, her cloak billowing around her and everything faded to black.

I opened my eyes and bolted upright, my thoughts swirling as if the storm I created was not dissipating. I heaved heavily and clutched my sides in pain, I really miss the no pain factor in my subconscious. Slowly lowering myself back onto the couch I looked at surroundings and found that I had been basically laying on Dick and Bruce who both were still sprawled out on the couch asleep. Awkward

I silently stood up as to not wake the sleeping vigilantes took careful slow steps. I made it to the kitchen and surveyed the contents of the fridge. Picking up an apple and looking at the time, 3am dam it, I sat down at the counter lost in thought. I slipped my hand into my pocket grabbing the pen just to make sure it real.

The talk in the dream realm with Annabeth had answered a lot of questions but created even more. Why was I in danger? What made my dad turn good? Closing my eyes I put my head in my hands. Did things have to always be complicated? I sighed and took a bite of my apple, relishing the sweet taste.

"You must be Pursues" A male british voice rang out. I must have jumped 3 feet in the air and twisted to look at the place that was empty a second ago. There stood an old man with white hair and a black suit. He must have been former military with the stance and hardened face, based off the accent most likely MI6. Sighing I ran my hands over my face and slowly stood up putting out my hand, which he shook.

"You must be Alfred, the ninja butler" I inquired and he chuckled softly.
"MI6?" I asked and he looked at me strangely.

"Yes, may I ask how you could tell?" He questioned, I smiled sheepishly.

"The accent is a dead give away" I answered with a shrug then winced. I put a hand to my stupid ribs and sat back down."So... what's it like living here?" I asked taking another bite of my apple, he smiled.

"If you mean what are the people living here like? I can answer that but only you can answer your own question truthfully" I looked down and asked the unvoiced question with my eye's."Bruce has a good heart, like a son to me and Dick the same. Based on the level of your intelligence I would say you will fit in fine." I looked him in the eyes and smiled.

"Thanks Alfred." He smiled back." Say... do perhaps have a room in this gigantic place" I asked looking around the kitchen.

"Yes I have prepared you a room, perhaps you would like to turn in for the night" I nodded.

"Yes but I doubt that I will sleep anymore" I stated with a shrug.

He led me up the spiral staircase, curse my ribs 100 times over, and opened the third door down a hall. He motioned for me to enter and when I did I stood frozen in the doorway. It was one of the nicest rooms I had ever seen. The bed was black sheets and pillows with a light blue comforter that had accents of white, walls the same color as the comforter with grey swirls, a white roof and carpet. I turned around, breaking out of my stupor, but Alfred was already gone. Shrugging I entered fully and made my way to the balcony. Opening it and stepping out, my eyes gleamed in joy, it was over the ocean.

Breathing in the salty air and watching the waves crash over the shores of Gotham, a tear slipped down my face. This tear it wasn't of anguish or loss, it was of hope. I had hope