Percy
I took a deep breath. I hadn't seen Bruce for many years. Would he be angry? I thought. Then, I knocked on the door. Alfred, the old butler, opened it. He grinned when he saw me. "Master Bruce is in his room,"
I rushed up the stairs, relieved that Bruce was still alive. I had no one else left. After a bit of hesitation, I knocked on the door.
"Come in," said Bruce. He sounded weary and tired, like when I had first met him.
I entered the familiar bedroom. It hadn't changed much. Bruce was looking at a picture with sadness. I realized that it was a picture of me and him. He probably thought I had died.
"Bruce," I said hesitantly. How would he react? "It's me, Percy. I didn't die."
Slowly, he looked at me. "Percy?" he said disbelievingly.
"It's me, Bruce," I reassured him.
"How?... "He whispered.
"The hero was Luke. He stabbed himself to kill Kronos. I would have visited you earlier, but I was kidnapped by Hera," I explained patiently.
He looked at me. "I still can't believe you're here,"
I smiled. "I can,"
Dick
I ran downstairs, late for dinner. I took a seat and frowned. Dad was never late for dinner.
"Master Bruce is having a reunion," Alfred helpfully explained, seeing my confused face.
Suddenly, I heard pounding footsteps. I looked to see a girl about Bruce's age running down, apparently racing Bruce. She immaturely stuck out her tongue at Bruce, who, in turn rolled his eyes.
Now that the girl had slowed down, I could see who she was- Percy, the girl that Bruce had fallen in love with, and supposedly died.
"How?... "I whispered.
"The hero was Luke. He stabbed himself to kill Kronos. I would have visited you earlier, but I was kidnapped by Hera," Percy explained patiently. Then she laughed slightly. "Like father, like son," she muttered.
As we ate dinner, Percy explained what had happened. Her voice faltered a few times when she described Tartarus and the death of her friends.