Lost Hero

Superhero Shenanigans

Here is an extra chapter for Easter. Happy Easter everyone and if you don't celebrate it, Have a great day anyways!

Work that day was tough for Percy, she couldn't help but see all the campers she lost and all the campers that held that same, sad look in their eyes, the one Dick has in his. Roy could tell something was wrong with her, but he blissfully let her be, rightly assuming that she didn't want to talk about it. She was itchy and antsy all day long, jumping at the slightest sounds. When Roy gave her a ride back home that night, she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep, and not even wandering the mansion would keep her busy enough.

Standing in front of her mirror, she looked at the pearl that was resting on her chest, strung on the cord she had around her neck. She closes her eyes and imagines armor, the tough leather kind she wore at camp. She felt a cool-mist cover her body and then she felt a heavyweight settle onto her chest, a tight, cool feeling covering her entire body. She opens her eyes and stares at herself in the mirror.

Her entire body was in a skin-tight bodysuit, more accurately, she had on a pair of tight black pants and a tight, dark blue shirt. Tugging at it, she feels the strength the fabric of the suit has. On top of the bodysuit is leather, Greek armor. She wills away the greek armor so she can get a better look at the bodysuit underneath.

On the thighs and calves of the pants, three slashes of blue were running parallel, down towards the ground. The shirt was a little more complex. On the forearms were four slashes of a light teal color, breaking up the dark blue. There were three black lines on the torso of the suit, coming forward to mirror each other but not touching. The shirt had a high collar and around it is a thin stripe of the same shade of teal. On the outside of that are evenly spaced dots of teal with there being a larger dot in the center.

(Pic at the top of chapter I made, kinda)

It looked good on her, although it showed off how painfully thin she was. Being thin was all the rage today, wasn't it? Looking at her face, she looked like she normally did. Except for one glaringly obvious thing. On the top of her head was a small crown, nestled in her hair. It was tiny, all things considered, just a little too much to be considered a headband. It was incredibly intricate. Tiny pearls nestled in silver seagrass with shells and starfish all around. It was gorgeous and if Percy was forced to have a crown, something she would have picked herself. But still, Percy didn't want a crown, she didn't even understand why there was one. You didn't need one to stop bad guys.

Frowning, she focuses on her reflection, trying to will the crown away. It doesn't budge. She sighs, accepting it for the time being. She still looked exactly like herself, minus the change in clothes. As she watched, her face started morphing in front of her very eyes. She couldn't quite describe what she was seeing, it was herself, but not. A domino mask forms over her eyes, a deep-sea green. Suddenly, her hair started to change, silver and white hair starting at her scalp and moving down to the very tips. Looking in the mirror, she raised her eyebrows, instead of the crown sticking out like a sore thumb on her black hair, it seemed to melt into her new silver and white. It was still noticeable so it had to go. Reaching up, she removed it and flung it on the bed, smiling at it resting on her covers. Thanks but no thanks, dad.

Looking back to the mirror to assess herself again, she was startled. The crown was back on her head, glinting in the light. Looking to the bed, it was once again empty.

"Fine," She pouts, glaring at the mirror as if it was Posideon. So that's what he meant.

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She knew she made the right decision hours later, winding her way throughout Gotham. She felt alive again like she was back where she needed to be. She was still getting used to her new travel method, she found that she needed to know exactly where she was going or she would only end up moving a foot or two. At least for now.

At first, when she reentered the mortal world, she thought it was idiotic for people in spandex to be out fighting crime. That was the job for the police. But as she went through the night, as she stopped more and more crime, as she stopped a woman from being assaulted, she realized that the police didn't do jack shit. So she would be there. But she was rusty. Ture, she had sparred with Dick, but that was with a single person who decided to use proper sparring rules and with a weapon. But now she was street fighting with people who didn't mind hitting below the belt, and she was doing hand-to-hand combat, something she never really did. She could hardly use riptide on mortals and didn't quite feel like using her powers. Besides the fact that she was constantly keeping herself in check, not wanting to actually kill someone. So she was struggling, not to mention the fact that vapor travel took a lot out of her.

So in all honesty, she wasn't too surprised when a thick cable wrapped around her in a dark alley and she didn't notice until it was too late.

She looked around wildly, trying to spot whoever had captured her. Finally, she spotted the two culprits for her capture. It took her a moment, peering in the dark at them for their costumes to finally click, and she only recognized them because of a paper Bruce was reading at the kitchen table.

"Ah, Batsy and Birdie. How nice of you, do you treat everyone this way or am I special?" She says, falling back on her favorite tactic, stall.

"What are you doing?" Batman says, his voice gravelly, changed by electrics, Percy notes.

"Oh, don't mind me, I'm just taking a little midnight stroll," Percy says, trying to rile them up. If they were focused on her words, they wouldn't be focused on her actions which were currently condensing the water in the air into a knife.

"It's two am," Nightwing points out, tone flat and unamused.

"Oh, well that's good to know," She says, sawing the rope faster.

"Again, what are you doing and who are you?" Batman asks, not seeming amused by her response.

"Again, taking a mid-well two am stroll," She says, correcting herself with the useful information Nightwing gave her.

"Look, I don't really care what time of the night you're taking a stroll. What I want to know is what the hell you think you're doing here? You can't just go around the city beating people up," Batman says, pulling the rope tighter.

"Criminals," She corrects, frowning,- "And I'm doing what the police should be doing. And you have no room to judge, Mr. Caped crusader," Percy taunts, feeling the rope about to break.

"I have restraint. You've landed everyone you've come into contact with in the emergency room," Batman chastises and Percy rolls her eyes.

"Look, I'd like to continue our chat, but if it really is two am, I've gotta run, I've got a job to get to," And with that, the rope around her snapped and she was free.

Before the duo could do anything, she was already dissolving into mist, slipping away without a trace. She would have vaporated earlier, but she didn't know if she would end up bringing them with her, or at least Batman who still had hold of a now-empty rope.

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Percy reforms in her room, breathing hard. While she might have held her composer around those two, she did not do well once she was alone. If they were monsters, she would have been dead long ago. She was foolish to be so unaware of her surroundings to get herself caught like that. Looking at herself in the mirror she glares.

She would have to get better, or die.