"I will not stand for this clear abuse of power!" I protested strongly as I was practically forced out of the door. It was totally unfair and cruel for me to be forced into this. The thought of what I could suffer made my stomach twist into knots. Sure it would be less dangerous than some of the other stuff I had experienced, but it wasn't the physical effect it was the mental damages that would build.

"It won't be that bad." Dick rolled his eyes at my supposedly over dramatic reaction to the situation. I was doomed, if Dick didn't defend me against going into this hell i was doomed, gone, done for. He grabbed me by the arm, hand clenched around unnecessary expensive fabric, and dragged me to the waiting car.

I was pushed inside still clearly struggling uselessly and he slid in beside me giving me a look like i was a clear infidel. Well I was an infidel, but that didn't matter in this argument, it was that I was being put through an unnecessary evil. What was the point of it, developing skills to have copious amounts of interactions with homo-sapiens and potentially non-human beings? Gaining useless intellect on the correlation between two subjects that are totally unused in the average cantankerous 80 years of life? Oh wait maybe it was punishment for the excessive amount of running away and or getting injured.

If Bruce wanted me to learn about my wrong doings and the mistakes I had made, well this was perfect punishment. This demon infested intellect sewer that would put unnecessary amounts of stress into my conscious would obviously end in the flames made by the pits of hell. So yes, I held my 20 pound books tight to my chest and glared at the seat in front of me like it had just murdered my mother..and nope we're backing away, let's not have a mental breakdown in the middle of the car.

"I'm just saying that this is completely unnecessary to any cerebral development. The prospect of a system that judges a person's amount of intellect and potential based off a symmetrical plan and not based off a growth scale is insufferable and I will not stand for such actions. The actions of some uncaring corporate figures and educators that have been corrupted by the influence of a dangerous city will make this experience unreasonable and completely-" Dick glared at me from the other side of the car and cut me off with an annoyed tone.

"It's school Percy, the world's not going to end because you'll get bored in 4th period Algebra!"

"That you know of." He sighed and leaned back against the seat releasing the tension from his bones. Either he knew he had hopelessly lost that argument or he just didn't want to continue arguing with his 9 year old cousin. I'll go with the latter.

The car grew silent and I felt my head thump back against the seat's headrest with as must frustration as I could muster. I didn't need to do this, there was so much more important things I could do instead of going to school, like stalking people, or watching Sherlock on Netflix. I squeezed my eyes shut trying to block out all of my thoughts, it was something that I had to do, my opinion on the matter was worth about as much as Aibileen's from 'The Help', so little that my shits did not go into my boss's toilet. That is if Bruce was a woman and I was a female african american Alfred. Where was I even going with this thought?

I sighed again and opened my eyes slowly, letting the invading light fill my pupils. Let's not even get started on the suit that is required for the school, we don't want to go back to using food in such negative connotations. A pain had begun in the back of my skull, throbbing like a controlled pulse making my head spin and drawing in my focus. It was most likely the thought of school that had begun it, just the thought of what it was going to be like made me nauseous. let's also not forget that i skipped the entire middle school experience. Fun.

The pain got a tad heavier making me scrunch my eyebrows together in a wince every few seconds. The pounding got louder and my head swung to my chest, eyes blinking with wetness visible inside the. Why couldn't I breath? My chest seemed tighter and I swallowed down a groan of pain. My eyelids shut tightly together again and open dazed, the opened white. If you hadn't figured it out by now, i'm having a freaking vision, because life doesn't seem to want to give me a break in having a decent existence.

I panicked as my vision of the world faded into my subconscious. The view of a leather seat and a confused cousin turned to black as I was pulled in. Add that to the list of reasons my life sucks. Was it also to much to ask that I have a nice calm trip into REM? But no, as soon as my eyes opened into the dream world I was attacked with violent flashes of faces I vaguely recognised and scenes of places I had never seen. It was almost overwhelming, the intensity of the of each image seemed to hold some sort of scorn andor anger.

The images slowed to a stop on the familiar face of Batman. His signature scowl was in place onto his face, not letting any emotion show in his heavily guarded features. There was a sense of amusement hidden in annoyance as he spoke, but I couldn't perceive any words. His movements seemed to be jittery and non consistent, as if I was looking at him from under a strobe light and I only saw him in blinking periods. The normal flashes of images continued and some caught my eye, faces I had recognized as some of the other sidekicks, explosions, it all seemed to revolve around Superboy though. I saw a series of images showing him speaking, mouthing a word over and over, it was like the images earlier with Batman.

More weird things flashed in front of my eyes before I heard it, a silent whisper that seemed to grow in intensity as it was spoke over and over by different voices. Cadmus. It sounded like they were saying Cadmus, the facility for genetic research, but that didn't make any sense. Why would this be about Cadmus?

Then the images showed the facility, it was up in flames. Smoke billowed out of the windows in dark plumes as people waved to rescue workers frantically from their places on the third and fourth stories. The images then showed a figure grabbing the workers and bringing them up to the roof as two others joined him. From the use of a cape and the slightly smaller figure I could immediately tell that it was Robin. The other hero leaped with incredible speeds onto the building and Robin pulled him up, the only logical choice would be KId Flash based off the size. Then there was the other hero, buffer than both of the other two, then there was the give away of the use of water powers, oh I wonder who that is.

I had know slight indication other than the fire of why these three were together. Where was their mentors? All of it was happening so quickly, my thoughts were racing to analyze it all at speeds I didnt think were possible for a human brain. I felt my breathing become uneven and quickened in pace as I saw random scenes that I could barely make sense of. Flashes of faces in pain, scorn, faces plastered with grins, I didn't know what I was being shown. My eyes danced across my subconscious as a watched in a trance before it ended, and I didnt exactly approve of how it ceased. It was a face, a face upturned and gasping, features contorted with pain. The face was surrounded in gold light and it looked slightly panicked as the head came to looking straight. A second later he was enveloped completely and it disappeared from sight. It was my face.

I gasped for breath as I realised from the hold of my mind, my eyes changing back from their white glow to strong sea green irises. My eyes were wide as they snapped up to my cousin in front of me shaking me, trying to get me to respond from my trance. My vision finally cleared and I blinked up at him owlishly, swallowing back the urge to let out a groan of pain with the return of the pounding in my head that made it hard to even think. For some reason as soon as I stared up to him like a non coma patient he threw his arm around me in a hug. Was that really necessary?

"What the heck Percy? You weren't answering." I just continued to blink quickly, rolling his words around in my mind as if I could actually lucidly respond. "What was that?"

"Nothing." Was my automatic, shutting off all conversation response, yet wonder boy didn't seem to get the memo.

"That was obviously something! Your eyes were white." I glared at him warningly, if I said it was nothing, it was nothing. He actually seemed to back off a bit as he analyzed the intensity of my repugnant gaze and it's obvious repellent nature. My hands clenched and my arms crossed to purposely show my anger and disagreement, I didn't feel like explaining the whole deal of who killed who and why I had a horrible existence in the middle of a car ride to school.

"It was nothing!" Came the growled out reply. "It happens sometimes, nothing you need to worry about Wonder Boy." I squeezed my books closer to my chest, avoiding his gaze in the place right beside me. I felt him grip my shoulder and my eyes finally connected with his, mine filled with the confusion laced with bounds of unused anger, his only showing concern and curiosity. I wanted to blurt out all my problems right there, tell him all of what I had gone through, but my stomach clenched in the thought of conversing with him, telling him everything. I didn't know why I felt like this, so hesitant to ask him for help, to ask anyone for help, lie it was my curse and only I should deal with it.

So as my eyes met his briefly and fluttered back to the floor, my heart seemed to lower and my harmful gaze softened. I cursed under my breath as I sighed, my eye lids shut tight still trying to get enough clarity to think. Finally I looked to the set in front of me, not able to gain the strength to look back to the gaze of my cousin.

"Just not right now, it's not the time." I tucked my chin into my chest almost as if i was making myself microscopically smaller. I could see the school appearing into view from the thick fog as I stared out the window, my gaze anywhere but where it should be.

"When is the time?" Was the soft demand mumbled under his breath and I glanced to him out of my peripheral vision.

"When it matters." He opened his mouth to respond but promptly closed it after a moment of figuring out that he had nothing to say. Eventually we pulled up to the schools drivers drop off and as soon as the car stopped I jumped out still holding the books against my chest tightly. No one likes a fish, and thats wat I was, a 4 Ft 9 year in a sea of high schoolers that towered over me. I scowled as I realized this fact, oh how fun this was going to be.

The car door slammed shut behind me and my jaw clenched in what was some sort of morbid anticipation. Metaphorically, you could say I was about to be fed to the wolves. Without the Imagery, I was already dead inside waiting to be ripped apart by social standards and mid terms. Dick just followed me causally, he was tasked with showing me around the school but I had already seen the architectural plans for the building, analysing every detail and route. I had only missed a week, which was a good pace for getting stabbed if I do say myself. It's not like I would be totally lost in all my classes, I didn't even know my schedule...

I readjusted my tie with senile movements and walked to the office, not really hard to find even if I didn't already know where everything was, it had the large font of 'Office' in front of the door. So I just walked in like I wasn't a socially awkward 9 year old and smiled to the best of my ability, which I found out wasn't much ability. There was two woman behind a counter that was as tall as me and I had to wave to get their attention, as if I weren't reminded everyday about how short I was in comparison to the rest of the human race.

One woman with curly blonde hair leaned down over the counter and smiled at me sweetly, oh the interaction I was about to have was going to get awkward very quickly. This time it would not be my fault.

"Hello, are you lost young man?" My smile dropped a little at the tone of her voice, god I hate being right.

"I'm a new student, my name is Percy Jackson." I responded already dead inside, this was not going to be fun at all. I couldn't even come up with an excuse to use sarcasm.

Awkward silence filled the office as she closed her mouth and pursed her lips analyzing me, no doubt noticing the fact that I was miniscule and inside of a high school office meant for people who who were an older part of the human race. After a moment she hummed a disbelieving tune in the back of her throat and typed something into her computer. I stood there in front of the desk with my arms crossed as her eyes ran over the screen and I could see teeth clenching in thought.

"I kind of need my schedule," My voice cut into the intense look the woman was giving the screen. She glanced up at me and smiled again as if she was actually sorry for the wait.

"Of course," She pressed a button and a printer started up behind her. In the next moment she handed me a sheet of paper and I walked out of there so quickly that it may have been interpreted as rude. It was really a shame that I couldn't care.

The school was laid out as a four story torture device. One floor for each grade and I was silently adoring the fact that I was only in ninth. No stairs for me people, I don't do the stairs. My eyes grazed over the document, forcefully examining the information and committing it to memory. My scowl deepened.

"Who the fuck gave me PE?!" I whisper screamed trying not to crumble the paper.

Blowing a stray piece of hair out of my eyes, because I drew the line at gelling it back, I found myself in first period Mathematics sitting all the in the back corner avoiding all eye contact.

The teacher, whose name sounded like an insult for British people, pointed at the white board in the front of the room displaying one of the easiest equation I had ever seen. Patchy white hair framed his face and he wa dressed black slacks and a blue dress shirt and he was only around 50 but years of high school drama packed up to the roof showed in the sharp creased lines of his face. My thoughts ran off not even paying attention to my surroundings, everything in the entire book was already sketched into my brain. Somewhere in that process I had went to ranting internally about the unfairness of school to how it felt to love cake so much and then get beheaded by the French citizens.

"Mr. Jackson, maybe you can answer the question." The calling of my name brought me out of my oh so important thoughts. Apparently the teacher was doing that cliche action of calling out the kid in the class that is obviously not paying attention to embarrass him into submission. Fun time.

"Can you repeat the question again Mr. Muggles?" I asked acting slightly embarrassed. A chorus of snickers sounded out through the class and I just stared innocently at the teacher whose lip quirked slightly.

"What is Y in the Equation x squared times 5x equals 3y plus 9?"

"Y equals 5/3x squared plus 3 in linear form, 1/3 x squared plus 5/3 squared plus 3 in standard quadratic form." I replied instantly and went back to staring off into space letting my mind drift off to random topics.

The teacher, Mr. Muggles, lost his composer for a moment at my response but just blinked and continued to teach the class something completely useless. The cycle continued for another 20 minutes before the bell rang throughout the school and everyone jumped up from their seats. I instantly picked up my books and walked out not looking at anyone.

The other classes were almost as infuriating as the Algebra 1. Language arts was after that and all we did was read a Shakespearean sonnet. PE was third period and I silently screamed as the coach made us walk outside in 20° weather. I'm calling the child abuse card. 4th was lunch, probably the best class so far. 5th was Physical Science, 6th Spanish, also silently hiding the fact that I knew Spanish.

In conclusion, as 7th period came around I was ready to kill every single student and staff in the godforsaken building. I had to refrain my self from glaring at people to avoid becoming a murder suspect. The last class of the day was history and I blended into the back of the classroom. The teach smiled at me and called my name out. I mean did you have to?

"Yes?" I responded, mentally prepared to make a case of why I shouldn't have to answer any questions or introduce myself as a human right of the right to not self incriminate. Therefore I don't have to speak because you are government.

"Why don't you introduce yourself to the class." She responded with a slight smile, it was soft, almost like my mom's...i mentally stabbed myself, no mental breakdowns in public areas. I swallowed thickly and gaze at the rest of the classroom which was strangely silent in order to prolong my suffering.

All eyes were focused on me. I mean I was so close to being almost completely invisible. No other teacher had asked me to introduce myself, guess they could really care. This teacher, Mrs. Smithe, looked like she should be teaching at a preschool in Florida, not is stuck up prestigious high school in the worst city in the world. I mean she wore normal clothes, not the dress code blouse and skirt for girls, but actual jeans and a AC/DC T-shirt.

I stared at her for a moment longer, just contemplating more of my human rights, before I actually started to stand up. As a stood, the chair made a loud screech making me cringe slightly. She gestured with her hands to the spot beside her as I shuffled to the front of the classroom awkwardly. My eyes were to the floor and I almost flinched as she grabbed my shoulder lightly. Finally my eyes lifted off the ground and I light scanned the classroom almost forming a word with my mouth.

"I-I I'm P-percy." I stuttered out and the rest of the classroom rang out in snickers. I swallowed down the urge to run and stared back to the ground hoping the teacher would let go of my shoulder and end my torment. That did not happen.

"Why don't you tell us something about yourself Percy." I shut my eyes and silently cursed the world. Of course she wants me to speak, they always want you to speak. I closed my eyes tight and opened them glaring the ground.

What could I say about myself? There was nothing special about me that was worth mentioning that I could mention. Everything that made me the slightest bit important was my powers. It's not like I could just scream out that I was a secret superhero that could probably kill you. Well actually that would be good way to get people to leave me alone...

"I-I l-li l-like pie." Was the words that tumbled out if my mouth after 5 more seconds of awkward silence. The whole room burst out in laughter and I quickly made my way to my seat, hiding my head in the desk. I can't comprehend why I would say something so idiotic, it is just impractical. I just couldn't think, with everyone staring at me like I was just another piece of meat for them to tear up limb from limb.

I flinch this time as I felt another hand on my shoulder, the snickering resounding through the room were just beginning to quiet down. I felt my head lifting up to stare with wide eyes and burning cheeks at the apologetic history teacher. She was weird. Why would she embarrass me and then seem so apologetic. Isn't that like taboo in this city, being nice?

She gave me a twitch of her lips upward and I mirrored the action slightly. I put my head back into my hands after she turned away and bit my lip to keep from telling everyone to shut up. They were still laughing at my antisocial tendencies. Was the liking of pie really that hilarious?

"So this week we will be learning about the ancient Greek Empire." My head shot up and a large grin graced my face. Maybe school wasn't as bad as I thought.

A few hours after that thought I was referring everything I had ever said that was nice about that hellhole as I stared down at a pile of messy papers sprawled out on my blue comforter. I had practically shut myself in my room for the remainder of the night in defiance for the total unfairness I had to endure.

Life seemed so much simpler in my old life, a ram of memories hit my thoughts of a young hopeful child and not so hopeful conditions. The fact of the matter was that, until I was 7, I was alone. Don't get me wrong, she-my mom was the best woman in the world, she took triple shifts at the tiny candy store and hardly ever even slept. She thought that if she would get married, have a stable income, then she would be able to give me a better life, too bad her plan didn't work out the way she had planned.

She had married Gabe when I was 6, even then I didn't like him, there was something off. He actually seemed like a good guy at first, I have memories of him always smiling and playing with me like he just another child, surely that only lasted a few months. Three years ago I couldn't comprehend what Gabe was doing to my mom, all I knew was that there was a new person in my life who I would call dad. I don't think I started to grow up until he did the same thing to me.

I gripped my hair hard trying to get rid of the thoughts sprouting around like little poisonous weeds that wouldn't ever die. I didn't need to think about how everything that has ever gone wrong in my life was all my fault, I mean she married the man to mask my scent, to keep me alive. How was that not my fault? I groaned as I started to obsess over the very thing I didn't want to think about.

Then there was Chiron...I hadn't thought about the man in a long time.

That was when I wasn't alone anymore.

---FLASHBACK---

It was a cold night. The beginnings of spring had just begun to show and the air was brisk and fresh. The streets of Manhattan were lined with toxin filled coagulations of water but that didn't matter to the hundreds of cars lighting up 5th avenue, mixtures of bright headlights and red flashes were almost blinding. If you stared at them long enough they almost seemed hypnotising. I tried to focus on the cars, I really did, but as I walked along the sidewalk in an oversized black hoodie with my head positioned to the ground at 2am, all I could focus on was that maybe what I was doing wasn't the best option.

I wouldn't put it in the view that I was running away, merely taking a hopefully permanent vacation from my problems. If no one noticed a 7 year old walking into downtown Manhattan, I doubt many would care about the absence of one. It may have been my own twisted logic, but I couldn't stay in that house any longer, each word was like a bite of venom and it felt so inviting to just walk away from there.

My hand subconsciously rubbed a patchwork of bruises, colored in purple and black like some sort of messed up form of art. As I touched it I felt the ache, not like that of piercing pain that would occur as he touched a knife to the skin on my back, but a dull ache in memory of who was in control. A reminder of why I would amount to nothing like he yelled at me repeatedly. My hand brushed a scar too, a thin white line, a permanent reminder.

I shivered and shoved my hands into the pockets of the hoodie, I wouldn't need that reminder, not ever again because I was never going back. I took a shaky breath and released it, watching the condensed air transform into white mist, I was never going back. I was never going back.

Maybe I was free now, maybe I didn't have to suffer anymore, maybe I was selfish. If that was the case, what now? I was walking down a New York street and I knew where everything was and yet I had nowhere to go. Greatest escape the past plan ever right?

By some chance somewhere, somehow, I ended up sitting on a bench in the middle of central park. The trees had just began to grow their leaves, but most were still completely barren, but it was darker here, and quite. My knees were drawn into my chest as I watched the swingset sway carelessly in the wind, making creaking noises every turn. I don't know why my feet had chosen this place, it was the place that my mom had always taken me when I was younger. She would push me high up into the air on the piece of plastic held up on a metal chain, we would always smile when she came here. In front of the evil we had to endure her smile was always more forced. We didn't come here anymore.

I felt a warm drop of water run down my flushed face and it took me a moment to realize that it was a tear, not that surprising. I furiously wiped it away trying not to show to myself that I was, in fact, a weak child. Apparently I didn't get the memo because my many more followed that. Soon I was enacted in quiet sobs.

The bench squeaked beside me as another weight was added and I jumped and visibly seemed like a deer in headlights. Why might you ask why I look like a wild animal about t do major vandalism to someone's car? Well next to me was a man that was not there previously staring at me like I was some interesting specimen that he could dissect. He purposefully moved me out of his line of vision and looked back to where I was previously looking, the swingset. I was still frozen in fear, a random person sits next to you on a bench in the middle of a vacant park at 3am, I think my fear is rational.

"Uh-wha-why-do y-you n-need something?" That's another thing, who in the whole entire 21 century wears tweed jackets? The man turned his head to me and I was fully expecting for him to tell me off or flip me the bird and leave casual New Yorker style but apparently I never expect the unexpected.

"What makes us cry?" That caught me way off guard.

"What?" I responded slightly confused.

"What in the human nature makes tears fall?" He made a general gesture to the redness of my eyes and I took a moment before responding.

"Many things make us cry." I muttered under my breath with absolutely no effervescence. "When things get out of control, when things are too controlled. We cry when when we are sad but we also cry when we are happy. You break down when things are stressful yet you can't seem to control all of those thoughts when things are too vapid either. People take blades to their wrists when feel alone and yet they seem to do the same when someone's there." I stared at him in the eyes. "Some people are sad over death, some are sad because someone has lived too long."

"So why are you out here crying at this time?" He eyed me curiously.

"Because out of the two people I have left, one smiles to hide the pain, and one causes the pain. One has lived too long and one hasn't gotten to live yet." I pulled my knees closer to my chest.

"You're awfully smart for a kid" He responded with a side smile.

"If Innocence isn't ignorance then age is only a number." I reached a hand out to him.

"Percy"

"Chiron."

---FLASHBACK OVER---

I hadn't thought about that man in a while, after I met him he found out about me running away and offered to let me stay with him. So going against every guide of how to avoid a child rapist, I accepted the offer. I ended up returning home 2 days later but he made me meet up with him once a week at the same place in the park to help me. Apparently he was a history professor, the things he talked about were like golden rays of light that I would soak up hoping it would transform that deep darkness I was in.

He died 2 months later and things returned to their normal hell with no end in sight.

I sighed and shook it all out of my head, nothing good would come from me dwelling on the past instead I thought about what really confused me, what had been filling my dam mind all day threatening to burst over. The vision.

"Leo. Show me Cadmus." I commanded to my AI. And he brought up the blueprints and the news.

"Cadmus is genetics lab under watch by the Justice League." The AI responded.

"This will either be very stupid or insanely necessary." I responded as I pulled looked at the electrical wire system leading in the building. An overload of energy may be due.

"I'll hope on the Latter sir."

I hope your happy! That may it may not have even a Wicked reference...

But look I updated in less than a month! Are you proud birdies?

And for some reason this was extremely wanted by you people. I have no idea why you want the sarcastic little shit to go to school but now I have PLOT with school and tragic back story fluff is yep. It's better than Percy goes to school, it's Percy dreams if fire than slowly burns in the flames if he'll followed by unwanted thoughts and potentially stupid decisions.

Well somewhere along those lines are a plot...