You know what I like about Bruce, he stays out of your business. Ha, I actually almost said that with a straight face. No Bruce is so far up in your business that he breaks the meaning of secret, but he does it but stalking you from afar, not asking you like a normal person. Living with them for a week now, I think that I'm starting to get used to Bruce knowing everything about everyone. I just wish he knew everything about me, then I wouldn't have to argue why I should be a bat.

Today was the reincarnation of boredom after I gladly killed it the day before, but that changed. How can you possibly be bored when your fuming, try it it's impossible. No I was currently not bored, but was screaming obscenities into your pillow any better? Yes, yes it was.

I don't even know how the conversation turned argument started, but it ended with me feeling a bit guilty and equal parts angry. I didn't even say that I wanted to be a bat, I might have hinted it though. I also definitely didn't say that I wanted to be in the field, I offered more of a backup watch over type, but he still flipped. I know he didn't mean to insult my worth, but that's what it felt like.

I ended my temper tantrum and stared up at the ceiling, ok now I was bored. I was going the enter REM, but something stopped me, a feeling that something was going to happen.

I stared concerned into the darkening corner of the room, it was if the shadows were being drawn together in a black mass. After a moment of the shadows converging the seemingly imploded and spread out, dissipating. I was confusing for a second, not because of the magic trick, but because of what the shadows left behind.

"That's new" I stated with a shrug. The dark haired child rolled his eyes at me but kept smiling.

"It's one of my powers." He remarked cheerfully. "I call it shadow travel."

"So is that the only reason you came into my room without knocking, to show me your stalker powers?." I questioned with a smirk. "Cause you know that you'll never be a better stalker than me."

"I am not a stalker." Nico stated crossing his arms.

"And that's why you just appeared in my room." I challenged. "No never mind, your not a stalker, your a pedophile. I'm ashamed of you Mr. Di Angelo, appearing in young children's rooms." He rolled his eyes once more.

"Your impossible."

"You realised you just said I'm possible, right." He sighed again, to tired to argue with me and flopped down onto my bed.

"Hey but at least I made it here, I kept going to China." That was the last straw, I doubled over in laughter. "Hey its not funny, the first time I landed in a Chinese restaurant in some ladies won ton soup." He remarked defensively. I doubled over in laughter again.

"I'm sorry, but your really not helping your case." He sighed, defeated and turned his head to look at me.

"So what's up." I shrugged once more with a frown.

"Nothing much I'm just angry at Bruce." He looked at me worried before replying.

"I just don't think that Bruce is good at communication, he's not used to explaining to people why, only ordering them not to." I smiled warmly at the 7 year old.

"Well aren't you a ball of wisdom." I fell backwards into a laying position. "And now your my best friend because you cured my boredom."

"Yes that temper tantrum was a very good show, but boring nonetheless."

"You are a stalker."

"Yes, yes I am." We were quiet for a second before my brilliant mind thought of something that would cure my boredom.

"Can you travel other people with you?" He looked up at me with a devilish smirk.

"Planning and sneaking out are we?" He answered with a question.

"Yes"

"Good" he took my hand and furrowed his eyes in concentration. Shadows began to seep up from everywhere, drawing around us slowly moving into a solidifying form. They began to twirl violently around us before they crashed down like a wave of darkness.

I kept my eyes closed in fear as cold wind ripped around us and my grip tightened on the 7 year old's arm. Through the darkness I could hear screams and the shadows and violent wind tugged at my clothing as if trying to drag my form away.

Despite the feeling I was going to die, in the seconds we were traveling, it was almost fun. He should have probably should put up a warning sign before shadow traveling with people,like.

'Do Not Ride This If
-You have any heart conditions
-Are afraid of the dark
-Are afraid of dying
-Gets nauseous
-Are a Fetus

...........You should probably not ride this at all.'

I have no idea why I thought this was fun, because I am all these things.

We arrived with a downward gust of wind that gave you a lasting chill and a hint of fear etched in your mind. I opened my eyes to find a grinning Nico, which was sort of creepy, and we were in the alleyway where I found him.

"Awesome" I remarked after a moment of silence. "Creepy... but awesome."

He grabbed my hand and pulled me out onto the streets of Gotham. To be honest Gotham wasn't as desolate during the day as it is at night, but still kind of creepy. Shadows danced across the streets as the car streamed by only illuminated by the lowering sun through an overcast sky.

He continued to pull me through the streets until we stopped at an abandoned building. I gave Nico a side glance of curiosity as he pushed me into the alley beside the building and proceeded to climb the fire escape. Hesitantly I followed after the shadow boy as he gestured for me to enter and flung himself through a broken window.

"Nico where are we?" I question after repeating his actions and landing on an metal platform. Inside the building was a large warehouse with concrete flooring and boxes everywhere.

"This is where I have been living for the past month." I eyed him sadly knowing that he had nowhere else to go. Gotham's orphanages were no better than standing in the street for 2 hours waiting to get hit by a car. If he were to get adopted, given it's Gotham, he may not survive.

"I can bring you supplies to make this place more.... livable, if you want."

"Yeah that would be nice." He answered wistfully, before jolting. "Someone's near, be quiet and get down." He warned. I wondered how he always did that, sense someone, I could do it but it intense concentration.

Footsteps rang out through the space just moments later and it was followed by voices.

"See KF not all abandoned warehouses in Gotham are taken over by crime bosses." The familiar voice of Robin AKA my cousin rang out.

"Yeah but it looks like someone was living here." The second person who I assume was Kid Flash concluded suspiciously while pick up an apple core off the floor. He made his way to a collection of boxes that held up a small blanket and furrowed his eyebrows. "Or is living here."

" Oh get traught, if someone lives here there not here now." I just realised. Now that Nico was hiding us both in the shadows. His face was furrowed in concentration and sweat was condensed around his temple.

"I'm hungry." KF remarked after a moment of silence. I could almost see Robin roll his eyes behind his domino mask.

"You're always hungry." He replied exasperated. After sticking his hand in his tool belt he pulled out a protein bar and gave it to the speedster. The Mini Flash dramatically gasped and snatched the bar out of his hands and zipped around excitedly.

"I knew you cared." He cried in a fake relieved voice as he ate the bar in about three bites.

"About you? That's a maybe. What I do care about is my sanity if I have to listen to you talk about food for the rest of the day." The speedster put a hand to his chest in fake hurt.

" I need some ice for my burns, you are a very cruel one." He faked dying and the speedster that was now laying on the ground put a hand to the light, fell limp and lulled his head to the side. The caped crusader just sighed in response.

"Come on KF, Bats needs me for a mission." The speedster, for dramatic purposes of course, used his speed to throw the preteen over his shoulder and zipped out of the warehouse.

I sighed in relief as they left, what would they do if they found us here, more importantly what would Bruce do.

I looked over to Nico and saw him now collapsed in exhaustion from overuse of his powers. Rushing over to his side, I saw that he was unconscious. Great, that's awesome. Did you sense my sarcasm, because if you didn't than you have problems.

"Well that's spifen." Why did I speak in a British accent? Nobody knows. I dramatically collapsed next to the passed out child and thought of a way to get home in the dark. When I thought of none that wouldn't get me grounded for life, I slammed my head quite painfully on to the metal platform. "Well we didn't think this through now did we?" Who was I talking to? Well that would be myself. Of course I talk to myself, sometimes I need awesome advice.

I heard a groan from beside me and the pale child looked at me with half lidded eyes.

"Just sleep, I'll stay here tonight." The exhausted child didn't argue and he fell limp once more. After sending Bruce a text that I would be home in the morning and that he shouldn't worry, which was useless because he would anyways. I retrieved the blanket from the boxes downstairs and draped it over the both of us. I thought about how much trouble I was going to be in as my breaths evened out and I succumbed to the darkness of a dreamless sleep.

The next morning after making sure Nico was ok and buying him breakfast, I reluctantly returned to the manor. Batman being Batman, you would think he would have found me, or put a tracker on me. And your extremely correct, and I totally didn't hack into them to give a false location, and how could he track me to the warehouse if there were no cameras and we basically teleported. So in hindsight that text that I was ok and I would be home in the morning was about as much of a solution as sleeping during a Freddy Krueger rampage.

To say that Bruce was mad would be so much of and understatement that it literally hurts. As I walked into the manor I waited for the barrage of angry questions with my eyes averted to the floor. Sure enough, moments later Bruce came up to me and I tensed, but did something I didn't expect. He rapped me in a strong hug, me flinching reflexively on contact, and sighed in relief.

"Where were you?" He questioned as he pulled away and I scratched the back of my neck awkwardly.

"Do I have to answer that?" I asked trying to avoid his gaze. I couldn't exactly tell him that my friend could control the shadows and teleported me to where he was living but passed out after using to much of his powers. Could I? I mean sure he would believe it because I'm sure he's seen things much wielder, but then he might go after Nico, I couldn't tell him about my friends. But you can't exactly lie to Batman ethier, can you?

"Yes" he replied gruffly and I sighed, realising all the tension in my shoulders.

"Lets just say a friend was in trouble and I had to help him out." He eyed me suspiciously.

"What would this trouble be." He asked slowly but explosively.

"He kind of passed out when I was hanging out with him, I couldn't exactly leave him when he was passed out. What kind of friend would I be?" He sighed and picked the bridge of his nose but just that action made me flinch again.

"Go to your room, your grounded for 2 days." I just shrugged accepting my fate, it's not like I had a life anyways. "And Percy," I spun around slowly. "I'm not Gabe." I looked down as bad memories started to brim the surface.

"I know your not, it's just..... reflex." I shrugged and he eyed me sadly.

"Just... please refrain from sneaking out."

"I can't promise anything." With that I turned away and ran up the stairs into my room. I know you don't have to mean to make someone worry for them to worry, but I still felt a bit guilty. Sure I broke rules all the time with Gabe but that was because he didn't care about me. Bruce actually cares, gets worried if I'm not home, and know I can't separate the rights and wrongs of my actions.

But no amount of guilt can change to past.

And no amount of worrying can change the future.