Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck.

The cause of my current situation is my stupid god damn impatience, I just had to pull my tiny arse car out on the main road despite me spotting a van approaching, and that was that, no fan fair, no lingering in pain, no unrealistic explosion, a quick straight to black before I was now a baby being handled by a large and by large I mean freakin huge 'unique' looking man.

"Thank the Fates he takes after you." The man turns his glowing smile away from me to a beautiful woman with inky black hair and bronzed skin.

"Well, he does have you amber eyes." The woman nods while having a small smile on her face.

I guess my 'dad' sent a worried look towards my 'mum' as he tentatively passed me towards her, "Ambrosia as you sure… are you sure you want him?"

Wait, what?

She was quick to glare at my dad, "I'm may have just given birth just now Hephaestus, but that doesn't mean I won't kick your arse." I look at her in confusion, she looks as if she had just awoken from a bad nap rather than birthing a child.

He reacted to her weak threat with a genuine laugh, "You been amongst humans for a good time."

"What do you mean?" She arches a perfect eyebrow in a questioning manner.

"An Amazon Warrior willing to raise her son."

"Hush now." She playfully swats him before her face quickly became sombre, "I wasn't willing to forsake my identity as an Amazonian even when I left willing with Princess Diana, but now…" She sighs while staring down at me with a loving smile replacing her drab mood, "I would forsake it all for him."

She gently caresses my face while facing him, but I was too preoccupied with my thoughts to focus on their conversation.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck.

I'm the son of Hephaestus the Olympian God of Smithing, and an Amazon. Whelp but on the plus side, I won't be weak because being weak and powerless in the fucking DC universe will ultimately end in my death… well second death, and to be perfectly honest being strong will also make me a target which will end also end in my death. Fuck my new existence.

"So what's his name?"

My mum… I guess, looked genuinely looked stumped before she quickly glared at my old man, "Wipe that smile from your face."

"I'm sorry." He guffawed while he gently sat beside her on her bed which creaked under his sheer size, "Just Amazon coming up with a male name is quite the entertaining sight." She passes me back to him before swatting him on top of his head.

"I'll show you." She literally huffs before pausing, "Alcibiades."

That is the worst god-damn name I've ever heard, thankfully dad agreed, "The name of a traitor of Athens."

She looks sheepish, "I was more focused on the strength aspect of the name."

Dad grunts in amusement, "How about Pyrrhos?"

"Flame like. I suppose that fits giving he's your son." Was she pouting, I couldn't help but laugh despite the situation.

"It seems he likes it."

Mum just looks at me with such love it's kind of overwhelming, in my old life… damn, I'm already accepting the reality of my situation… anyway, my old parents were kind of distant, they weren't abusive or anything but it's more like they were both career driven people who had one child to fit in with social norms of young couples.

Mum and dad just sat there with me in their arms with content smiles on their faces, but all good things come to an end, "Why did you rush our marriage? How are we married? I mean you are married to the Love Goddess."

Dad chuckles a hollow laugh, "I'm surprised it took you this long to ask me of this."

She simply shrugs her shoulder, "More things were urgent." What? Did they get married recently? Did he find out she was pregnant recently?

He sighs heavily, "All of my demi-god children have been hunted down and killed by three gods."

My first two guesses go Arse and Aphrodite, the former being a gigantic piece shit, and the latter being married to my dad which I'm guessing she doesn't like the tables being turned on her, not that I condone cheating for whatever reason, but instead of getting even with the cheater any Olympians Gods in any and every myth they appear in are merciless anger a-holes who target the weaker and most of the time innocent party.

Getting back on track I'm still trying to figure out who the third one dad's talking about.

"I figured if I married you in my mortal form, which by the way was single that's how we got married." He quickly let out in a short breath, "I figured if his identity is revealed, The Goddess of Marriage wouldn't attack him as he's not a bastard but a legitimate son of mine… maybe we don't fully love each other." Well, that's great to hear.

"Aye." Mum nods in agreement, fucking fantastic.

"But I'll do anything to protect him…"

"Plus it helps at least we care about each other."

This time he nods in agreement, "Who knows what the future holds?" He asks rhetorically.

I see them joining hands one last time before he gets up, "I must leave, I am repairing the Idiot Twins bows, and they'll be bound to return to my forge anytime now."

She rolls her eyes, "Must you call Lady Hunt that."

"What about Sunshine?" Dad spoke in a mocking tone, I'm guessing their names have power here with the odd nicknames.

She nods and shrugs her shoulders, "Accurate."

Dad kneels down to kiss me on my forehead, great, I'm going to have to deal with them being affectionate, nothing wrong with parents hugging and kissing their kids on the forehead or cheek, it just I'm not one for unnecessary touching evening with family, hell I was like that with a lot of my girlfriends, all two of them, unless it was foreplay or sex, I really didn't care for touching.

As he makes a move towards the door he suddenly stops, "Ambrosia why did you pick a city like this."

"A Demi-god can hide in a city like this."

Dad looks at her in worry, "A Demi-god can die in a city like Gotham."

Did he just say, Gotham… Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck.

"Hephaestus we will be fine."

No, we won't it's Gotham City, do I even need to say more?

Dad just sighs heavily as he leaves the room, oh you arsehole get back here and take us away from this hell hole.

I suddenly felt my new mum gently rock me, "Do not worry my Love, you're father will be back."

Eight Years Later

"Pyrrhos stop thinking so hard, and allow your body to react on its own."

I send a glare at the slave driver known as my mum, "Last time I did that…"

I was interrupted with a tap on my forehead, "You didn't do 'that' last time, in fact, you failed spectacularly." She grinned down at me as she reached for the training blade in my hands.

I reluctantly let out a smile, despite the completely batshit craziness of my new life I enjoy most of it, having a loving Amazon warrior as a mother was something else but not unwanted. She had insisted on training me in her ways of warfare, be it with a blade of fist she committed me to a strict training program the moment I could voice my opinion of living in Gotham City, instead of listening to my concerns she just laughed on patted my head in a patronizing way stating that an Amazon warrior should have no fear of humans, thus began the torture I mean training.

My relationship with my dad was good, not great as my with my mum but it was mostly due to the fact me and my mum were his secret family, so he would have to months in his palace on Mount Olympus, though that did have it benefits as when could manage time away from his forge he would overcompensate and try to spend all of his time with me.

The time we spent together was him teaching me everything he knew about smithing, forging, a bit magic as apparently every Olympian God knew some form of magic, and surprisingly enough engineering, didn't see that coming, but when I questioned it he looked to me as if I grew a second head and expressed his confusion of why would I think he an immortal god wouldn't move with the times, shrugging my shoulders I just accepted it and his bonding attempts.

"Alright, my Love shower up, and change into your new uniform. It's your first day at your new school."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as mum transferred me to a Gotham Privet School after she got wind of some kids going out of their to bullying me as I was a bit loner never interacting with anyone.

She kind of flip her lid… at me, she furious that I would allow anyone to push me around and practically demanded that I got even, but I flat refused as they were just stupid children, don't get me wrong in old life I never walked away from a bully as that would only show them that they could just walk all over me, not that I won any fights but they at least knew I was willing to scrap with the best of them.

This time though I'm mentally older with a powerful body that could kill if I didn't hold myself back, while also knowing they're just troubled kids, I mean come on this is Gotham, of course they have troubled home lives, so I decide to do the simple thing and ignore them a sentiment my mum hated, she didn't want me to kill anyone but she defiantly wanted to stand up for myself so when I refused to do so she decided to punish me by forcing me to change school for my 'safety', ordinarily I wouldn't have cared but that was before I made a friend in the form of a young Pamela Isley.

With my self proclaimed loner streak, and Pamela medical aversion to the sun were both outcasts to most of the school, while I preferred it Pamela was still just a lonely child vying for any sort of attention, I don't know if I felt some pity for her or I had some delusional thoughts that I could possibly stop her from going down her dark path, but I strike a conversation monetarily distracting her from her botany book and before I knew we became the best of friends.

To say she was upset that I was being forced to go another school was an underestimate, it took a lot of hugging mostly on her part and the promise of cake on mine that I got her to accept we won't be going to school together any more, well more like acknowledge than accept.

"Well don't you look handsome in your uniform." Mum snapped a picture of me as I strode out of my room with a blank look on my face.

"Let's get this over with." I spoke with a perfectly bland voice.

"You know if you just dealt with those little thugs I wouldn't have to punish you."

I sigh, "Mum they're just dumbass kids." I try my hardest to keep a smile off my face, "A warrior should never look for a fight."

"And a warrior who should never back down from any conflict that finds them." She suddenly claps a hand on my shoulder, "We can probably fight about this all day."

Mostly true as dad loves to point out I got my stubborn nature from her, "Yeah you're right." I let out a smile which she matches due to our unspoken thoughts.

"Come on, you're running late as it is."

"I just hope Pam is okay."

"Already my boy is running after girls."

I choose to roll my eyes this time, "Push off mum." I receive a small tap on the back of my head.

A Couple Of Hours Later

I'm so bored, in my old life I study mechanical engineering and got to the top of class not because I wasn't some sort of genius or anything but I did work my arse off, it involved a lot of maths, and I now here I am sitting at this desk doing maths for an eight year old.

I let out a relieved a sigh when I heard the teacher dismiss us not wanting to be caught up in the same new kid crap I grabbed my bag headed straight for an isolated area, though luck didn't seem to be on my side as the area was anything but isolated.

There stood a group of boys, some older, some my age, they all seemed to be cheering at something, something that I knew I was going to regret if I got involved, and yet like a dumbass I did just that.

As I got shoved my way through the group I bit my tongue to stop myself from swearing out loud, cliché as they come, a larger beefier boy was swinging for a much smaller and boy, when the larger boy's fist smack the younger, he sneered, "What's wrong? Going to go cry home your mummy?"

The smaller one looks enraged and rushes forward with a sloppy right hook but larger one side steps and knees him in the stomach he looks towards the group, "Can you believe we used to be best friends?"

The group started to cheer him on, "Yeah right Elliot."

"Don't admit to that Thomas."

Thomas Elliot… best friend… FUCK!

I should just walk away. I do not want to get involved with any of this shit. I got involved with Pamela because I felt bad for her I wanted to see if a small influence could help her, but if that smaller kid is actually who I think he is… like I said I should just walk away, become a small little cliff note in his life, a classmate who never spoke to him… and yet I walked forward.

I grabbed the smaller kid and moved to walk away with him in tow, "Hey I'm not done with him."

I don't bother to stop or even face him, "Yes you are."

I could hear large footsteps rush towards my back acting out of instincts I pushed the smaller kid out of the way and reached for the arm that was about to grab my shoulder and gave it a forceful push.

"Ommphh." Once again I roll my eyes, I didn't even push him that hard, "Look New Kid. That's Bruce Wayne you're protecting the kid who has everything, and yet that punk thinks he has the right to feel all sorry for himself."

Wait what is he talking… is he, "Are you talking about the Wayne being murderers?" I was genuinely asking, I didn't even realise the Wayne's were murdered recently, I would've glanced back at the now confirmed Bruce to give a sympathetic look only if I didn't hear the voice of my mum scolding to keep an eye on my opponent.

"Of course I am. That brat who has everything, and now…"

"Expect for his parents. Money can buy a lot of things, but not parents, not the love they feel for you."

"Boo hoo. You sound like such a wimp, just like him." Elliot throws a finger towards Bruce.

"Look I get it you were dropped on your face when you were a baby and now no one will love that train wreck." I heard laughter suddenly overcome the group as Elliot suddenly became red-faced, "But you don't need to such a giant dick…"

Elliot rushes forward with a right hook followed by a jab, but unless he had years of martial arts experience he had no chance of landing a hit, I dodged to the left and then to right with a bored expression of my face, "Just stop."

"RWURG. Stay still." In the corner of my eye, I spot something and with great reluctance, I move towards, once I get into position I once again dodge and wince as I hear Elliot curse in pain, as his meaty fist came into contact with a pole.

Wince turns into conflict despite him being a jaded arse who'll become Hush, right now he's just a stupid kid who I caused pain.

Before I could do anything I felt someone grab me and dragged me away.

Bruce dragged me towards an empty classroom, in the quiet moment of it all I finally got a proper look at one of the biggest badasses in comic book history, and it's kind of odd seeing him smaller than me, but that might have something to do with my dad influence, but jeez this is or will the freaking Batman, the guy who makes the scum and villains of Gotham quake in their boots and right now he's just a pissed off kid who just lost his parents.

I suddenly blink as I realised he was speaking to me, "Umm sorry what was that?"

"I said thanks." He spoke in a hollow tone.

"Umm don't sweat it." I rubbed the back of my neck.

There's an awkward tension in the air which even he notices, "I'm Bruce Wayne."

He sticks out his hand, "Pyrrhos Herod." He arches an eyebrow, I really hate my dumbass name, Flame Like Hero.

"My parents are really into Ancient Greek, enough that they want me to be bullied for the rest of my life." I let out a weak chuckle, which he matches.

I know I really going to regret this, "Hey listen as you know I'm new to this school, you mind if I hang out with you?"

"Sure I'd be happy to Pry." He seemed to be happy with the distraction.

My turn to arch an eyebrow, "Pry?"

"Oh sorry…"

"Nah it's cool, I like it."

A/N

I don't own anything but my OC

So OC in the terms of power will be under Wonder Woman- (Child of Zeus trumps child Hephaestus by a lot)

Definitely won't be OC/Diana pairing.