Son of Poseidon (PercyJackson x Batfam)

Sidekick? No Way in Hades!

(Skip, Red Hood's POV)

"Race you to that rooftop, Red," Percy ran off at top speed, bounding from roof to roof like a gazelle.

Being a demigod was pretty cool, getting to train, going on quests, but the dying part didn't sound fun. I have experience in that, so take my word for it. It hurts like crap.

Soon enough, I ran after him, before finally reaching the "finish line".

My boots smacked onto the tar, "No fair," I panted, "you had a head start, you little schist."

"Resorting to name-calling, are we?" His laugh was cut off, as he grabbed my arm. Pointing across the street, Percy seemed concerned, not like a monster or bad guy concerned, but something different.

"What is it?"

"Look at what's on the T. V's at that store's front."

Glancing over across the street, I took in the storefront. Inside, past the polished glass, were around 10 TVs.

And on the screen was a picture of me and Seahawk.

We crept a little closer, listening in on the reporter who was speaking, "...more of Seahawk and Red Hood! Is Seahawk a protégée of the Red Hood, an ally? Is he Red Hood's sidekick? And if so, is Seahawk really a hero? We'll look into it more today at 8! Mariette Lowe, Gotham News."

I could feel Seahawk shaking, as he growled "Sidekick my butt! I'm nobodies' god's dam sidekick!"

I couldn't help but laugh at him, "Why don't you let off some steam, fight a little bit."

He nodded his head with a glint to his eyes under the whites of his mask.

He looked ready to murder somebody, I know he does the whole "no killing" thing, but that look was scaring the crap out of me.

"And please, don't kill anybody, we'd be in a heck of a lot of trouble. And when I mean we, I mean you, and that would mess with your angelic rep."

He glared at me, before sighing, "I'm not going to kill anyone," then proceeded to mutter, "at least not on purpose."

I couldn't mask my chuckle as I yelled at him, "Really?!"

He shrugged in return, "Eh."

(Percy's POV)

It felt good to get my hands dirty again, as I punched a thug in the face.

Red Hood and I were teaming up to kick some butt, to let off steam after hearing the press think I could be his sidekick.

I mean, no way! What in Hades makes them think that? Sure, I go out on patrol with him sometimes, but that doesn't mean I'm a sidekick!

I hope no one else thinks I'm his protegee or whatever. That would suck.

"' Hawk," Red Hood pistol-whipped another thug, before turning to me, "Batman's getting on my last nerves. He keeps pressing me to talk about you, but I can't tell him anything, and he's getting restless."

Go figures, the Dark Knight has been hounding me for a while now, "Well, we've only been on 4 patrols at the most, so he shouldn't associate you too much with me. Did you tell him we kept crossing paths, not on purpose, as we planned?"

"Yeah," He broke a thug's nose with a meaty smack, "well that blood's gonna stain my suit, great. It's the third time this month!"

I couldn't help but chuckle, "I'm sure Agent A can get it out," I paused, "Wait, you didn't tell Batman I was your sidekick, did you? Please tell me you didn't!"

I could hear his laugh coming from the shadows, as we came upon some more thugs, "Nope. I used the word "acquaintance"."

"Well," I snorted, "that was very professional."

"You bet your ass it was," He laughed maniacally as he knocked the last thug out, "so do you want to tie them up, or should I?"

I re-adjusted Riptide, as she hung at my waist, "How about you tie up who you took out and I'll do the same. We'll see who took out more. And I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm going to win, I might as well tell you this now before you get your hopes up."

He snorted, "In your dreams, you donkey."

(Skip)

Once I got finished tying up my last thug, a hard force knocked me over, and we crashed to the ground.

It didn't come close to being tackled by monsters, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt!

"Ow," I wheezed.

I could feel my tackler twist my arm, pinning it between my shoulder blades, locking me in place.

Or so he thought.

Breaking free and flipping away, I could hear Red Hood sigh, as I finally got a look at my attackers.