Percy's POV
Kate and I were walking along the beach alone. Rachel and Chloe went to some party and Max was at the movies with her friend Warren. That, obviously, left me alone with peaceful, quiet Kate. We were holding hands and just enjoying the lack of noise.
"How's your faith?" I asked randomly. I winced at her pending gaze. "It's still strong. I figure if the Greek gods are real, mine should be too. Just means that I need to believe and pray harder." She said. I nodded. "That's good." I said and kissed her cheek. She smiled at me. We then continued our walk in silence. It was around ten at night when we got back to her dorm. Of course, I didn't go in the building. I just dropped her off and decided to head home.
I appeared in my room with a pink and blue streak of neon light trailing behind me. I stretched and took a shower before changing into something more comfortable. As I was pulling my shirt off, the lights were flicked on. Spinning around, I saw one of the last women I wanted to see.
Bayonetta sat in the chair in the corner of my with her smooth, creamy, long legs crossed delicately. Her glasses sat low on her small, pretty nose. To any normal person, she was definitely giving me bedroom eyes. Those were 'I'm going to shove my long, Amazonian leg up your ass' eyes.
"Hey, Bayonetta. How was your mission?" I asked politely. "As exciting as any other." She said. "Where have you been?" She asked. "Uh, ya know. Fighting Greek monsters and gods. Finding all powerful, universe shaking weapons and making friends and enemies out of said gods." I said with a shrug. Bayonetta blinked at me.
"You need a more indepth explanation, don't you?" She gave me a look and I knew that mean 'yes or I'm getting the strap on'. I very quickly explained everything that happened. When I was done, Bayonetta nodded and stood up. You see, Bayonetta is actually fairly short. Only around 5'9 to 5'10. With her heels though, she stands at about 6'1 to 6'2. What I'm saying is, at the moment I'm eye level with her tits and while I'd love to motorboat them, I don't think she'd appreciate the action.
"Since you were trapped, I'll give you a break dear." She said. I sighed in relief. "I'll only be using Alruna for your punishment." Oh fuck, dad. Help me.
I woke up the next morning with a sore dick, blue balls and still healing whip marks. That barbed rope is no fucking joke. Bayonetta was still asleep, which was odd for her, but I'm sure she's still exhausted from worrying about Jeanne. I walked into the kitchen to see my mom sitting at the island drinking coffee and going over papers. She even had glasses on.
"Oh, good morning. How'd you sleep?" I asked. "Don't worry. Bayonetta warned me she'd likely be 'punishing' you. I took some gummies and slept wonderfully." I nodded. "Great. Condemn your son to torture." I rolled my eyes. "I didn't condemn you to anything. I simply didn't stop it." I gave her a deadpan stare. "Totally not the same thing." I muttered. "It is not. So, whats on the 'to-do' list?" I shrugged.
"Likely taking Bayonetta and Jeanne on a shopping trip to 'apologize' for being forced into a quest for the gods." I replied. "Maybe I'll go to Gotham." I shrugged. "Speaking of Gotham, someone called the house looking for you." I raised an eyebrow. "Was it one of the girls?" She shook her head. "No. It was someone named Jay." He said. I nodded. Likely Jason. "Ok. Did he leave a message?" Mom nodded and handed me a piece of paper. It said to meet them at Grant Park in Gotham. "Thanks." I said and kissed her on the cheek. "Want anything for breakfast?"
Later that day, I was in Gotham, sitting on a bench in Grant Park.
I was playing subway surfers to ward off my boredom when I heard someone trying to sneak up on me. I didn't do anything to stop them though. My spider-sense wasn't going off so they weren't a danger. The person stood right behind me now and suddenly I heard a familiar rush of wind.
Crack
My head snapped to the side after someone tried to bash my skull in with a metal bar. The person groaned in pain, no doubt from the vibrations that shot through their arms from my head being so damn hard. They dropped the bar and stumbled back. I turned to see some idiot with a clown mask on. Not like an actual clown mask, but a plastic mask that was supposed to resemble a scary clown.
"Damn. You good bro?" I asked him. "No! What the hell us your head made of!?" He yelled in pain and annoyance. "Bone and skin mostly. There's also some muscle, tissue and other shit." I shrugged and got up. "So, why are you trying to kill a kid?" I asked. "Heh, I ain't telling you shit lil girlie." I frowned. "I stopped cross dressing when I was eleven so that insult doesn't make much sense. If it's the hair, don't be jealous just because you're balding." He growled at me. "Welp, good night." I sighed. "What? It's the middle of the d-." My foot didn't think it was necessary for him to finish that word.
"Huh. So, what do I do now?" I asked myself. "Welp, I'm already in Gotham. Might as well go see the girls." I shrugged and ran off. Unfortunately, I couldn't find any of them. I could call them, but that wouldn't be very fun. Is none of the bat family around during the day? Sheesh.
My ears picked up a loud ringing coming from about a city away. Assuming it was a store's alarm, I ran in that direction. At least one of them has to show up, right?
