Hello!
Again, we find ourselves in a dark cavern. How can anyone see in this light?
A chilling voice (how do they do that?) echoed in the cavern, with a dire message.
"Why isn't the TV working?"
"Sorry m'lady!" Called a crisp voice, clear as the afternoon sky.
A screen flicked on in the corner, blindingly bright. Both beings winced, and cringed when that gods-awful buzzing started at full volume.
"Wrong input m'lady!" The clear voice yelled, and the infernal buzzing stopped, replaced by live footage and new voices.
"No! We've missed something! Did you record it, servant?" The voice wasn't so chilling now, it sounded more like a whiny toddler. A demonic whiny toddler, but a toddler all the same.
"No but-" the servant started to say, but then something happened on the screen and both turned their attention to it.
Lazy line break
"You're not mad, right bro?"
"Wally, don't start that again."
"Sorry bro, it just happens."
Dick face palmed.
"Well, you're carrying me back." He said tiredly.
"Yeah bro, no problem!" Came an excited speedster voice.
Dick jumped on Wally's back piggyback style, zooming off in the wrong direction before an exasperated acrobat corrected him.
Hehe
"Do you ship them, or is that just me?" Asked the servant.
"No way." The master replied.
"They're bros all the way. Brotp, for sure." She continued.
"Of course, of course." The servant replied quickly.
"Channel switch!"
"Alfred, my man. Wouldn't happen to have an cookies lying around, would you?" Was called down the stairs.
There was an exasperated sigh, and Jason whipped around to see Alfred standing behind him.
"Hello Master Jason. We have not had supper yet, if memory serves me right." Alfred said with a small frown.
Jason groaned and fell to his knees. "Come on Alfred, just one," he pleaded, trying to use those puppy dog eyes Dick was famous for.
Alfred stared him down, and Jason bowed his head in defeat, and slunk off in the direction of the media room.
Chuckling softly, Alfred headed in the direction of Bruce's office.
Opening the great doors didn't reveal a vigilante billionaire, so the master butler swiftly walked in, turned the hands of the clock, and entered the Batcave.
(See? World building. Now you know how to get into the Batcave.)
"Hello Master Bruce. I am sorry to pull you away from your work, but you do have a meeting in one hour," Alfred reminded.
Bruce sighed. "Fine. But can you please tell Jason to train while I'm gone?"
Alfred smiled wryly. "Of course Master Bruce. I'm sure he will be delighted to train without his mentor, in a dark cave."
The terrifying vigilante of Gotham couldn't help but smile at that. "If I didn't know you better, I'd say Dick taught you sarcasm."
"But we both know better than that, don't we sir," Alfred deadpanned.
Bruce laughed, before he stood up and stretched. "What would I do without you."
"Master Bruce, there is a limitless number of answers to that question, most of which do not involve you surviving."
The old butler and the bat shared a smile that only a lifetime of friendship could produce.
Then, Bruce was off, probably to go convince some businessman that Wayne was not spelled Wane. It had happened.
Not the last one
"Well, that was boring," said the Great Mistress of whatever.
"Apologies m'lady. We're getting to the good stuff next channel. I swear it on the grave of my third dog. Rest in peace, Deathbringer."
"Oh my gods, just change the channel already!" Yelled a new voice from the back.
"It hasn't even been that long," the servant of whateverness grumbled, before changing the channel.
WHAT IS EVEN HAPPENING ANYMORE?! Flashed across the screen, before the real action started.
What is even happening anymore? This is why you don't abandon your story forever, you idiot
Percy had no idea where he was. Unless, the middle of wherever counted as knowing where he was. Then, he was spot on, not lost at all!
Reason number nine hundred ninety-nine why being a demigod sucks: if you are in the middle of wherever, you can't call for a friendly rescue helicopter. Percy thought.
Okay, he didn't need a helicopter. What he did need was directions.
Now you're probably thinking, Percy! You are a citizen of New York! You should be able to find your way around!
Well, he was like, ninety percent sure this wasn't New York.
You'd think stepping into an old telephone booth in a dark alley and hitting some buttons, then hearing a weird voice, then being surrounded by white light, and then being in a new place with... No telephone thingy? And... Wow, this was bad.
Assessing his surroundings, Percy was able to deduct that he was in a forest.
You know, cause the trees, and stuff.
Percy's first instinct was to not yell 'Hello!' as loud as he could. Why did they always do that in movies?
Percy glanced at the tree closest to him. It wasn't that big, just a pretty average tree. No bloodstains, no creepy faces or spooky branches.
This place wasn't even that unsettling. It just felt like a forest. The kind you went on hikes in. Or went in with your friends to study.
Percy walked around, until he saw some carvings on a tree. He approached it slowly, with a scary pen in his hand.
When he was close enough to read, he realized that it was some kind of name. Or... Lots of names.
Percy stepped right up to the tree, and peered at the names. They were roughly carved in, and they were not normal names.
Suddenly Percy realized what this was, and he sighed in exasperation.
Apparently, a bunch of kids had decided to carve their names into a tree. And judging by how strange the names were, Percy was not in America. Which was great, just great.
Percy saw a path, leading, hopefully, out of the forest.
Percy walked along the path, but he fell into a sort of daze. If he was paying attention, he would have noticed the eerie lack of life.
No birds sang, no squirrels chittered at him for walking under their trees.
As the daze stricken Percy walked through the lifeless forest, the light slowly faded away.
But, somehow, Percy's feet stayed on the dark path. He didn't trip over anything, which was a new record for him.
Now, this seems pretty bad and mysterious for poor Percy. And you know what? For once, this bad situation wasn't Percy's fault.
It was that stupid portal box thingies fault.
And suddenly, Percy collapsed, just as the light was so out of there that it seemed like darkness was coming from the sky.
And that's all.
Suckers.

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