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Percy: age 17

Annabeth: age 17

Grover: age 18

Thalia: age 15

Dick: age 9

Percy slowly sat down on the bench, a relief to his aching muscles. His visit to Gotham city was turning out to be less than pleasant. Looking around at the others he could tell everyone felt the same.

Annabeth was slouching in her seat, a stark difference to her usually perfect posture. Grover was nibbling on a can weakly and was sweating heavily as if he'd just run a marathon. He wouldn't have been able to tell that anything was wrong with Thalia if not for the large scowl on her face. This quest was proving to be extremely difficult.

When he'd first heard he'd be going to Gotham city Percy was ecstatic! Rumour had it that no monster dared to enter that city, so they should have had a smooth trip.

Unfortunately that was not the case. Before leaving they were warned that there was a chaotic energy surrounding Gotham, meaning neither monsters nor gods could enter, and demigods who entered would be stripped of their powers. Although it was unclear what the city would do to creatures like fauns and centaurs it was clear by the look on Grover's face that he was suffering the worst.

"So any idea what we're looking for?" Thalia asked. Percy winced, her voice sounded weaker than usual. Is this what it was like to be completely human? If so, humans deserved a lot more credit than he'd thought before.

"Find the bird who lived in the city of death, a broken family reunited in the end, a secret revealed from a good mans final breath, a cruel betrayal from the one you call friend." Annabeth recited the prophesy gloomily. "Gotham must be the city of death. It has the highest crime rate in the whole world, but what bird are we supposed to be looking for?"

"Not just any bird, the bird who lived." Grover said before taking another bite out of his can.

Percy looked around as his friends continued to discuss the hidden meaning. They were in a small park in the nicer area of Gotham. Children ran around playing while parents chatted and laughed. Percy narrowed his eyes.

He didn't like this city

Although people seemed to be enjoying their time everyone seemed just a little off.

Percy noticed the way the kids would run around playing tag but every few minutes they'd freeze to look at their parents as if they expected to be called back at any moment. The adults talking kept a careful eye on their kids, and every laugh they'd share sounded more like a nervous giggle.

It was unsettling, people acted as if they expected an attack at any moment. Besides monsters and demons Percy had no idea what could scare someone enough to act like this.

Suddenly Percy caught the eye of a young boy, who couldn't have been older than seven, he was staring at him intently. There was something familiar about him, but Percy couldn't put his finger on what. He then noticed the boys piercing blue eyes, he had never seen eyes that colour before.

Percy turned his head towards his friends then back to the boy. He was still staring at them as if there was something he couldn't figure out.

The boy turned his head up towards his father, who was talking animatedly with another man around his age, he said something to him then began walking towards him.

Percy noticed that the discussion in his group had quieted down as everyone noticed the approaching boy.

He stopped directly in front of Grover, looked him up and down, eyes lingering on his hooves. Percy's heart gave a jump, could he see through the mist?

"I've never seen a Satyr in Gotham before." He stated bluntly.

Everyone sat in awkward silence looking at each other and not quite knowing what to say.

"What are you doing here? I thought demi-gods hated Gotham, you know with the whole no powers thing."

"We could ask you the same thing." Thalia said, finding her voice.

"I live here, what's your excuse." The boy huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Wait, you live here!" Grover exclaimed in shock. "How did a demi-god survive, what seven, eight years in Gotham city? We've been here a day and I already feel sick!"

The boys face scrunched up in anger. "For your information I'm nine!" He looked at each of Percy's friends in turn then sighed. "And I've only lived here for a year." He mumbled sadly.

"Where did you live before than?" Annabeth asked curiously.

"Everywhere and nowhere." He crossed his arms and gave a cheeky grin.

"Well thats vague, I'm guessing son of Hermes." Thalia smiled.

"No, and I don't feel like revealing personal information with strangers." He scowled.

"Here, I'm Thalia Grace, that's Annabeth Chase, this is Grover Underwood and that's Percy Jackson. There, we're not strangers anymore. Besides we're all basically cousins anyway."

The boys scowl deepened. "I'm Richard Grayson, but my friends call me Dick."

Thalia chuckled at this. Dick glared. "I know another Thalia..." He narrowed his eyes and stared at the ground. "Meanest lady I've ever met." He shivered.

Thalia's smile disappeared. "Sorry." She muttered.

"Listen, this is really important. Can you tell us who your father or mother is? It might help us with our quest." Annabeth pleaded.

Dick looked down uncertainly. "I-I can't."

Percy sighed. "Here we'll tell you who our parents are. Thalia's father is Zeus."

Dick looked up at this, interestedly. "Cool, one of the big three."

"Annabeth's mother is Athena." Dick smiled and nodded.

"Both my parents were also Satyr's." Grover said. Dick giggled, a nice contrast from his previous scowl. "And my father is Poseidon."

Suddenly the boys smile completely disappeared. He took a small step closer towards Percy and searched his face. Annabeth looked at Percy quizzically, he just shrugged.

When Percy looked back at Dick he could see hope flickering in his eyes. "Your my brother?" He whispered.