Dick

After dinner, dad confronted me worriedly. "Should I tell her about being Batman? She's bound to find out eventually, and hates liars, but I might protect her by not revealing my secret," he said.

"Dad, I think that Percy can defend herself, and I don't want you to lose your girlfriend," I replied thoughtfully. Dad blushed. "Also, you might want to have her as a sidekick or maybe even a league member."

"Percy!" dad called nervously. "I have something to show you!" He led her to the Batcave

Percy spotted dad's suit. Realization spread across her face. Then she looked panicked. "Are Diana and Arthur well?" she asked urgently. "Last time I saw them, they were waging war against Gaea's forces."

I saw dad smile. "They seemed to be okay last time we met three days ago."

Percy breathed out a sigh of relief.

"Do you want to spar?" asked dad.

"Sure," she replied. Then her face lit up like a lightbulb. "Do you still have Seawave? And do you still remember the skills I taught you?"

A smile tugged on dad's lips. "Yes."

He took out a regular looking pen and uncapped it. It sprang into a three-and-a-half foot deadly bronze blade. Just looking at it made be shiver. The blade emitted an unsettling aura.

Percy, too, took out a pen and uncapped it. It became a glowing bronze sword slightly smaller than dad's. Though it looked less threatening compared to dad's, the way Percy wielded it made me want to run and hide inside the bat mobile. "Did you work on the skills I taught you?" Percy asked.

"Yes. Diana taught me a few more after you left," answered dad "Do you want to go?"

"Sure," Percy said. The two rushed at each other. Dad lunged, but Percy sidestepped with superhuman speed. With a twist of her blade, she disarmed dad. Seawave clattered to the ground, and Percy held her sword to Bruce's neck.

"Bruce, you used to be better. At least, you used to last more than ten seconds against me," Percy scolded playfully.

"Well, I bet you have increased your skill," dad shot back. "I can probably beat you in hand-to-hand combat."

"We'll see about that. Dick, who do you think will win?"

I studied both. "I think ... actually, I'm not sure," I said. Both seemed equally matched.

"You're going down, Bats," said Percy, turning back to dad. Without warning she charged, seeming to become a blur. She ducked dad's right jab, then punched dad's leg, causing him to buckle. With incredible balance, Percy sent dad three feet into the air with an uppercut, which she followed with a roundhouse kick that sent dad flying into the wall. I inwardly cringed when I saw dad slam into the wall and groan. Percy stuck out her tongue.

"That was awesome!" I nearly yelled. I had never seen anyone fight like that. Percy simply grinned.

"Great. Now even my own son abandons me for Percy," groaned dad, still on the ground

I laughed before walking over to him to help him up. Dad looked at Percy. "Percy, can you teach Dick and reteach me how to fight with a sword?"

"Sure," replied Percy. "Does he have a sword?"

Dad tossed me a pen, which I caught. I uncapped it and it sprang into a two-and-a-half-foot bronze blade. It felt balanced as I gave it an experimental swing. The sword had English words on it that said 'Seacurrent'

"Okay, so let's start with how you hold the sword. Put your right hand below the guard and your left hand below it. Your left had should grip the sword tightly while your right hand is looser..."

One hour later

I stumbled to bed, exhausted. Percy had taught us the first three basics- how to hold the sword, how to stab, and how to slash. Despite these being the easiest maneuvers, my arms sore and my body sweaty. As I drifted off, I thought I heard a scream, but my urge to sleep was too much. I blacked out.