Percy woke up the next morning around seven and found that Dick was gone.

He began to panic, isn't this exactly what Chiron was worried about? There was a reason guards were posted outside the cabin to keep watch. But now knowing that Dick was also Robin, partner to the Batman, a hero who was known for blending in with the night, it was possible that he might have escaped without being detected!

Percy rushed to throw his clothes on, a pair of jeans and a navy blue shirt. He slipped on his shoes and bolted out the door.

He left the cabin, expecting to find one of the guards still on their watch, but instead found that no one was there.

Anger clouded Percy's mind as he stormed towards the big house to go tell Chiron. However as he walked passed the training ring he heard eery laughter followed by the sound of clashing swords.

Percy followed the noise until he found his brother engaged in one on one combat with none other than Nico Di Angelo.

He stormed over ready to scold Dick for running off so early in the morning but ended up stopping at the fence surrounding the arena when he realized how good of a swordsman his brother seemed to be.

He was incredible! Blocking all of Nico's swipes and managing to hit him with the dull end of his blade every once in a while.

Percy's look of astonishment turned to one of confusion when he remembered something Chiron had said.

When sparring, Dick had always favoured his acrobatic moves, preferring hand to hand combat. 'Probably from his time as Robin.' He thought. So how was he so good with a sword now if he refused to learn how to use one when he'd first arrived?

Percy looked up when Nico's sword was forced out of his hand, by a move similar to the one he'd used on Luke during his first week at camp. Nico smiled at him good naturedly, and patted him on the back.

"You're pretty good kid! I thought you said you've never used a sword before." He shoved him playfully.

Dick was staring at his sword in bewildered. "I haven't."

Percy noticed that Dick's hair looked somewhat damp, as if he'd just taken a shower.

"You know, if you practice a bit more, you might end up as good as Percy!" He said with a mischievous gleam in his eye. "Maybe better."

"Really?" Dick asked, still looking bewildered.

Nico laughed a bit. "Okay, maybe not as good as Percy. They say he's the best swordsman anyone's seen in hundreds of years, but you know. You could be a close second."

Suddenly out of his trance, Dick elbowed Nico playfully. "Thanks for training with me by the way. I didn't realize anyone woke up as early as I usually do."

"Well, I am always up by 5:00 anyway, but any earlier than that and you're gonna have to spar alone." Nico ruffled his hair.

As they began putting back their equipment Percy took the chance to call out to his brother. "Hey Dick! You gave me a bit of a scare when I found that you weren't in your cabin this morning."

Dick glanced over from what he had been doing and blushed. "Uh, yeah, sorry. I guess I'm just used to getting an early start to the day, and I didn't think anyone would mind." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I mean, I didn't run away, so there's that." He shrugged, and sent Percy a mischievous grin.

Percy sighed. "Yeah, I guess so." They shared a smile, before finishing with the cleanup and heading down to breakfast.

Throughout the day, Percy kept a close eye on Dick, searching for any hint that he remembered the events of the night before. He wasn't sure if Dick was either a really good actor or whether he had actually not been aware of what had happened. One thing was for certain, Dick seemed perfectly content not talking about the events leading up to Percy sleeping with his arms wrapped protectively around him.

Throughout the week, Dick became acquainted with the rest of the camp. He participated in camp events, made friends with more of the campers and trained daily. His swordsmanship was improving quickly, and Percy was amazed to find that not only was he a natural at almost every form of martial arts, he was also proficient in archery and throwing daggers. 'Probably from training with the bat and Princess Diana.' He thought.

Although Dick seemed to be a people person and got along easily with the other campers, he preferred to spend his time with Percy's smaller group of friends.

He enjoyed learning about the history of Olympus with Annabeth. Percy held back a laugh when Dick admitted that he preferred when Annabeth would tell it compared to Diana. Apparently she skipped parts and generally talked more about Amazonian history than the history of Olympus as a whole.

Dick also loved spending time with Grover in the woods looking for 'exotic plants' according to Dick. Percy had a hunch that he just wanted to see how much of the wood Grover considered food (seeing him chew on cans was an initial shock). This hunch was solidified when Grover complained that Dick had tried to make him eat a dirt pie.

Dick especially enjoyed sparring with Nico early in the mornings and Thalia late in the afternoon.

Apparently Nico reminded him of Bruce. Nico had been insulted at first, apparently he had read about Bruce Wayne in a magazine. However after Dick assured him that the ignorant airhead he saw in the magazines was quite the opposite of Bruce's real personality, and Nico relaxed, even seeming pleased.

Thalia brought back memories of his cousin, Johnny. Percy had nearly teared up as Dick recalled the memories he shared with his cousin. Their past time used to consist of unrelenting teasing and excessive one upping on the trapeze. Thalia had rested a hand on his shoulder and told him how honoured she felt to be compared with such an important person in his life. Dick had hugged her fiercely after that and didn't let go for a long time.

Despite the close relationships Dick had gained with Percy's friends, he was far from Jealous. Percy and Dick spent hours on the beach talking. As they were usually pretty busy in the morning they would meet up by the shore at night, when the reflection of the moon and stars caused the water to glow.

Percy recounted all the adventures he had been on, from his first quest when he was twelve to his last that had ended only around a year ago. Dick had listened eagerly, clutching Percy's arm tightly whenever he would describe a battle he'd had with a monster or another demigod.

He had laughed when he recounted his battle with Aries, Dicks eyes had grown the size of saucers and he smiled like mad. He was impressed that Percy had won a battle against the god at the young age of twelve. He also excitedly recounted the story of the battle Diana had had with Aries in which she also won.

Every night they would talk about a new adventure. Percy silently hoped Dick would reveal his secret, that he was Robin, the partner of the Dark knight! After all, considering how passionate he'd been when talking about them in the car, he'd assumed he would have mentioned something about the heroes of Gotham.

However, Dicks stories mostly consisted of his time with the circus, his favourite elephant, Zitka, the ringmaster, who he considered a grandfather, Jack Haley, and the pranks he'd play on the rest of the crew, who he also considered family. Not that Percy minded, he loved hearing Dicks stories, but he couldn't wait for Dick to became comfortable enough to share his secret.

After around a week since Dick had first arrived, Percy was pacing back and forth on the beach. His father had said he'd meet them at camp, so where was he. Maybe, something had happened, maybe he got nervous and didn't come. Did gods get nervous?

Although he couldn't sense Dick in Gotham he must have been able to hear what he was saying when he'd first arrived at the big house. Percy remembered sadly the angry tears that had rolled down Dicks face as he confessed his mother had been afraid of Poseidon.

Finally Percy decided he would simply go talk to Dick. Maybe if he convinced him to ask Poseidon to appear himself, his father would be less hesitant about meeting him.

After asking around camp Percy found out that Dick was reading alone in their cabin. Upon entering their room Percy found Dick sitting tensely on his bed staring down at something. When he got closer he could see that tears were running down Dicks face and his breathing sounded shallow.

He ran over to Dick and kneeled beside the bed. "Dick? Hey, it's me, it's Percy."

When he didn't receive a response he began rubbing soothing circles along his brother's back. He looked down at whatever Dick was reading and his face scrunched up in confusion. It was a Gotham newspaper, he tried to read what it said but words began swimming in front of his face and he shook his head in defeat, he couldn't read this, it was in English. His brain was hardwired for Ancient Greek.

He grabbed the newspaper and set it on the night table beside the bed. He held Dicks face in his hands and brushed away his tears. "Hey, it's okay." He said softly. "What did the newspaper say? What happened?"

Dick stared blankly at Percy's shirt before looking up at him with a horrified expression. "That's just it." He whispered, his breathing began to quicken and his eyes went wide. "I-I can't read it!" Suddenly Dick began to sob uncontrollably, he clutched Percy's shirt tightly like a lifeline. "I can't read it! Why can't I read it?"