IMPOTANT AUTHORS NOTE!!!!

I felt like I was suffocating on my own breath, unable to exhale and the air catching painfully in my throat. My lungs burned in a fiery compression, eyes widening in panic as I realized what was happening.

Golden light was shrouded around me in painstakingly bright flashes, blinding me from the rest of the room. It grew brighter and the ringing in my ear grew louder. I felt myself scream, but I could not hear it. I felt the tears on my cheek, but I couldn't open my eyes enough to let the floodgates open.

The light filled the room, searing past my eyelids like they were only glass. The world was ending and I couldn't catch a single breath. All I wanted to do was breath.

Suffocating.

Can't breathe.

I was shaking as I sat up in bed. My heart beating faster than I thought was humanly possible, pounding painfully against my ribcage. The first thing I felt as my thoughts cleared for the smallest of moments was that I could breathe, but it hurt. It ached to take in the air as if I had actually held my breath.

Cold sweat traced a line down my forehead and pooled around my neck, making my limbs stick to the comforter in an unfitting manner. My head was still reeling, even a dull ache sprouted like a weed in the back of my skull. My breath still came in short pants, eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room as if I had been in light. Everything had felt so real.

It was terrifying, derived of all all the things I used so much, all I could do was feel. Feel the burning light against my skin, and the rearing in the ringing in my ears. I could still feel, feel the vibrations in my chest, the fear from the shaking of my hands. I could still feel the realness as I collapsed back in a heap onto my pillow, the warm fabric attaching uncomfortably to the back of my neck.

My heart never slowed.

I was too focused on counting the beats of my heart that I didn't register the padding feet down the hall. My breath caught again as the door opened slightly, to wear only a sliver of light peeked through the crack. It creaked open further and all I did in response was try to hide my flushed face under my forearm.

"Are you alright?" A soft voice shrouded though the room, and there was plenty of ways I could think of to answer the Wonder Boy. 'Do I look alright?', 'To be honest, I was pretty sure I died there for a second' and my personal favorite 'F*** off!'. None of which were spoken.

"Yeah..." I responded between heavy breaths, my chest rising visibly.

He came in farther and sat on the edge of the bed, dipping it down stiffly. I still didn't look at him.

"I heard screaming." I would have shrugged, but it was like all my muscles had atrophied.

"Yeah..."

Silence.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Was the first thing he said after a moment.

I gnawed on my lip at the thought. That was possibly the last thing I wanted to do, spill all my secrets after one measly nightmare depicting my death. Of course the only reason why it was measly was because it wasn't a nightmare. It was what was to come and it showed itself behind my eyes more often th I would like. So no, he didn't need to know that.

"Just a nightmare, it's not that important." I murmured into my forearm.

"It sounded like it was important."

Something boiled inside my chest, made for even more constricted breaths. I was trying my best to not snap at him, tell him to leave in a manner that would be considered slightly rude.

"I-I I don't think you would be the best person to talk about it with." I regretted the words as soon as they came out of my mouth and cringed. My arm moved away from my face to finally look at him, and even in the dark room, I could see the hurt echo across his face.

"Oh... um, well-."

"I didn't mean it like that, it's just something that doesn't necessarily include you. I don't know if i'd ever want to talk." I stuttered out in a bout of drowsy rambling. Dick moved off the bed and went back over to the door. Looking back over his shoulder before he grabbed the edge of the door.

"We all get nightmares Percy, but I know the ones that hurt the most are always the ones we need to face." I swallowed at that, not wanting to meet his eyes in the slightest degree.

Nothing hurts more than what you know to be the truth.

"Wait!" Dick turned back around from the door to face me. Sporting a look of 'What do you want, make up you mind ignorant child.'

"I-I need to talk to you in the morning, before school. Nows not the time, but I think you should know somethings. About me, I-I just need you to know." His face softens a bit.

"Yeah," He says after a moment. "Yeah, that sounds like a plan."

"Good night." I called out, I got no response.

My head slammed into the soft cotton pillow, having me wish that it was something a little harder than fabric.

The next morning I was true to my word, not running away at the last moment, no inexcusable excuse for ditching out of any sort of social interaction. Nope I was going to face this head on like a man. Like I person of the male gender. Like a normal person within the homo sapien species. Oh who am I kidding, like a 9 year old with semi-crippling social anxiety and some other deep issues that shall not be named.

I twisted the faucet until a steady stream of water was rushing through it and I splashed the cold liquid unceremoniously onto my face. I ran my hand through my knotted hair and stared at my face with only three thoughts. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was a part of him and I didn't know how dominant that part might be that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.

Four thoughts, there were four. Last one being I was so screwed.

And then I was in front of him, standing in the doorway of my room simple observing as he sat on the bed-like the night before- with crossed arms and a scowl. I didn't say anything, didn't do, not moving a muscle or blinking. I didn't owe him anything, owed noone anything, but he needed to know. It was hard though, to finally move from the doorway of the room and sit across from him in the black computer desk chair. I couldn't help that the movements were despondent.

My hands settled in my lap and I blew out a breath of stale air. Dick remained the same, only raising his eyebrows.

"What do you know?" I asked him first. I had no idea what Bruce had told him, what he knew about who I was.

"I feel like that's the question I should be asking you." He murmured under his breath, still visibly peeved.

"Just answer the question." It came out harsher than I had meant it to. He glared at me through the tops of his eyes.

"You want to know what I know?" He nearly shouted, I made a vague noise of conformation. " Well heres what I know. I know that your name is Perseus Achilles Jackson. You are nine years old and currently living in a guest room at the Wayne manor because you mother was tragically killed by your Stepfather."

He got up off the bed and I wheeled back in the chair.

"I know that you had discovered our secrets before you even came to live here, in the hospital. I know that you know everything about us, what we do and what we have gone through. I know that you have some sort of power that allows you to see the actions and the past of others."

I glared up at hm with just as much intensity as he glared down.

"And last of all, I know nothing about you." He spat the words out like they were poison. "I don't know what you are like other than your file on the computer screen. We ride together to school and then you lock yourself inside this room shutting everything else out, everyone out."

He backed away from me and gripped the sides of his head.

"You're just a stranger to me that lives down the hall."

I felt like that I had been stabbed in the chest. My lip quivered as I stared up at him, not letting my eyes reach his face. If I looked him in the eyes he would see how weak I was. As I felt the tear sting behind my eyes, I stood abruptly from my seat and marched with thunderous stomps to the balcony.

I threw the door open and stepped outside, feeling the cold morning air whisk over me as I leaned over the railing to view the steep drop and misty Atlantic waters. I knew that Dick had followed behind me slowly, anger most likely turning to curiosity. That was until I pulled myself on top of it, and viewed the panic in his features. I stood up slowly and he started running towards me.

It was too late, I had already fell backwards into the water, looking to him as I fell and he tried to reach for me over the edge. The balcony was quite a ways away from the water, falling into it straight would hurt like hell, but it would never hurt for me.

I let go of all the air in my chest and breath in the cold currents, watching as Dick didn't hesitate to dive head first into the cold water. I sunk to the bottom, my back against the sand below, seeing the water break surface from something other than a wave, and the then Dick kicking down furiously towards me.

I made the currents pull him down to the bottom, right above me and he was thrashing furiously trying to get out of the waters hold. I touched him lightly on the shoulder and he calmed enough to open his eyes, a vibrant blue lace with fear. They met with my calm sea green.

A large pocket of air surrounded us and he fell to the ground breathing hard. He then looked around him and, realizing I was keeping the water at bay, made a sound indignation in the back his throat. My face was stoic and my voice lacked all emotion except spite.

"It's funny what we do for total strangers."

He clenched his jaw and I watched some of the anger drain from his limbs, falling the waterless ocean floor like he had no energy left. It was a moment before I spoke again.

"I know that i've been distant, I don't talk to you as much as I should have, and you only know what I've been through and not who I am." I curled my legs into my chest. "But if you knew who I really am along with what i'm going to do-."

I looked him in the eyes from his place on the shore.

"I would be no better than the scum you cleaned off the streets at night."

I brought him back to the balcony and he followed me into the room in a state of bewilderment and vexation.

"What was that?" He hissed. I sat back down on the computer chair and spun around to the deck, not willing to face him.

"You wanted to talk, we talked." I grunted.

"That was not a talk, that was a one sided argument of you denying me answers." He raised his voice.

"I owe you nothing." Was the venomous reply.

"I deserve to know." He shot back after a moment of silence and I tried my hardest to not lose it there.

"You do, or at least you did. I was going to tell you too," I cocked my head upward to him. "But you can't get it through your thick head that maybe it's hard for me, hard for me to tell you. Not because it's my life and my secrets, but because it's painful and i'm scared of what I am you pompous asshat."

"We all get nightmares Percy, your no different." He forced out darkly.

"Get out." I muttered

"What-"

"Just get out!" I screamed. We were silent for a moment before I took a breath and continued with more controlled anger.

"Just, just leave. We have school in half and hour and i'm not even dressed." I deflated into my chair as he slammed the door shut behind him, wondering why the world had to be such a fumbling mess.

I smoothed out the dress shirt that hung loosely on my chest, if it was tighter, you would see the outline of ribs. My hands clenched as I observed myself in the mirror, pointing out every single thing wrong. I knew that as we lived our lives we tended to dehumanize ourselves-thinking of our own bodies as a thing and not as a part of you-but staring at myself now, that notion didn't help one bit.

I was already jittery from the conversation with Dick, if the pounding in my chest had any recollection, and the only thing I wanted to o today was sit and mope at the unfairness of life. To be honest though, that was all I ever wanted to do, today was no different.

So the car ride on the way to the academy was took in silence, neither of us even staring at each other. The only thing I was capable of at the moment was staring-with brooding fashion- out the window. On some deeply buried level, I knew that Dock words had rang true. He had been distant, holed up in his room worrying about what he saw in his dreams and only wondering what anything could have meant. He had no right to judge him though, he didn't know what he was facing and what he was going though. Then again, the only way he could understand was if I told him.

I clutched my books closer to my chest at that thought, he couldn't know, he would only get in my way. Looking back at him for the first time in the entire car ride, I knew that no matter how much his name suited him, he didn't deserve to get mixed up in all of my mistakes. No, Robin had his own future in front of him. Not a very nice one, but at least h had a future.

And then the cycle repeats, like any other weekday. Only this time, no actual classwork was getting done, my thought were to distracted. Then I had the strangest feeling, not a good one in any sense of the term. Just, unease. Paranoia. It had me looking over my shoulder, planning different escape routes instead of listening to my teacher rant about how love wasn't real, for no reason other than it didn't feel right.

So when the unmistakable sound of the fire alarm sounded, I flinched violently in my seat as the entire class jumped up. The crude ringing was near deafening, raking in my ear not incomparable to nails on a chalkboard.

We were ushered outside in a panic, forming large groups more than 50 yards away from the school, waiting for the announcement to return instead of prancing about in the winter chill. The announcement never came, 20 minuets outside and not a single person knew what was happening. There was no fire, and if it was just a drill then they would have already resumed the classes.

So why the hell were we out here?

I got my answer as something straight out of a Tom Cruise movie made it's way into my life. Men clad in black appear around the other side of the building, and the outline of guns were unmistakable. At this point it seemed that everyone in the student filled crowd broke out into panicked whispers, coming closer together. A few people even screamed, but what else did they expect in one of the most dangerous cities in the world?

I forced the lumped down in my throat, searching the crowd for Dick, for anyone that looked even slightly familiar. I seemed to be hidden by the mass of students, the tall bodies all around me swallowing me whole. I felt my heart flutter, quickening as the people around me pushed me to a point where I couldn't even see.

Then there was a pain, in the back of my head, like a constant pounding that seemed to bloom from the depths of hell. A dull ring began in the canal of my ears, and I clutched my head in pain shutting my eyes tight. It could be happening now, it just couldn't.

My breath caught in my chest as I hunched over, nearly falling to the concrete and only catching myself with a single hand. My head swarmed with images akin to channel surfing, flashing in and out of my view to fast to comprehend. That is until it ceased on a scene, a face, a smile.

"...Joker's escape from Arkham..."  

A man strutted across the floor, holding himself like he owned the world. A wide grin plastered on his face as he curled his long, spider-like finger, in what nothing but an innocent agenda. His face pale white, unnatural, FREAK.

He threw his head back and croaked out a something that resembled a laugh. It sounded forced, unenjoyable, unnerving.

Yes unnerving, everything about it was unnerving.

"I only need the children." He assured in something like a taunt. Grinning brightly as his tone fell to aggressive. " Everyone loves those little twerps."

I gasped for breath holding on o anything I could reach, held it tightly as the light invaded my eyes. Someone was holding my shoulders, shaking me. I blinked hard, my vision coming in spurts. He was yelling but I couldn't hear him, Dick. He was yelling, everyone was yelling.

I clutched my wishing the ringing would stop. Wishing it would all just go away.

".....WHAT DID YOU SEE......" I heard the words, his blue eyes blown wide and staring intently, shaking me.

My head flung around as screams erupted into my ears, scream that sounded like pain. I breathed once before my eyes reconnected once more with his, I saw fear. I was terrified, but I sad the words with perfect clarity.

"Run."

HEY PEOPLE!

You know I'm trying not to be one of those authors, you know the one who you enjoy but they don't update for like...months....

Sorry I haven't been updating my books that frequently, it's not even the writers block, I've just been to tired. I work for my family over the summer, for the forth of July and New Years. I might be able to get a little more done after that but....I might continue the laziness.

AKA the, I do way to much research to get my characters right and create little hidden references that no one ever gets or just points out. And I might be going insane, like I went on a full three hour rant to my dog Daisy about the interactions I want with the Joker and Percy and I can't remember half of it!   

And yeah...... anyway!

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