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We could be Heroes (Just for one day)

Summary:

Percy Jackson has turned 17. The age stirs up memories of his family, of the manor that Percy had run away from, and especially of his (dead) older brother, Jason. Jason who had made promises to Percy, and who ultimately could not keep them.

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an angsty-ish batfam fic except Percy Jackson is part of said batfamily.

(idrk how to write summaries so... hope this was good enough :)

Notes:

Hey Everyone! I've found myself reading like any and all fics with Percy as part of the batfam or even just interacting with them, and i have pretty much run out of material. So this is me facing my insecurities and trying to write about it.

This is my first fanfic so please have some grace while reading. Also I would love to continue this story and like show Percy coming back to Gotham and finding out Jason is alive etc... but I really don't know if I would have to motivation. So if you would be interested in that please comment and give kudos bc it would increase the likelihood by like 100%

Side note: If you didn't read the tag, I do not have a beta reader and I would really appreciate any and all CONSTRUCTIVE criticism, or grammatical corrections. Any hate will not be accepted.

Oh and ik that the tone might seem kind of off because the thoughts of the characters compared to what they say seem to be at kind of different levels, I'm sorry abt that but like that's just how it happened not rlly sure how to change it.

With that all I have to say is, I really, really hope you enjoy this :)
- Sky

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Percy Jackson is 17 years old. As he sits on his bed the thought continues to return to him, he is 17 years old. He tries and fails to ignore the memories that thoughts of his age bring up – The pledge Jason had made with him.

The thoughts bring him to that moment.

He is nine years old sitting on the roof with his cool, new, older brother, Jason. Just a few days prior, his life had drastically changed. He had snuck out of the shelter in hopes of escaping his fate of another neglectful, abusive, or manipulative family. The streets of Gotham didn’t exactly seem safer, but he couldn’t do it anymore, couldn’t feel hope at the thought of a new foster family, only for that hope to be crushed as soon as he realized they definitely did not want to be his ‘family’. His plans of living next to the water were soon crushed though, because Batman had found him.

Robin had seen him laying down next to the harbor in the midst of an altercation with Penguin, which was when he pointed Percy out to Batman. Though Percy tried to convince them he was fine, their promises of a home and care from Bruce Wayne were impossible to ignore and that he felt the familiar spark of hope in his chest. In the end he gave in and after a few days of living at the manor that spark was yet to be crushed. Earlier on the roof Jason had been telling him about his new status as Percy’s older brother.

“I’m your older brother now, Percy!” He’d said grinning at Percy," Even if it’s only by a year and Bruce might not have adopted you yet but just wait a few more days and he’ll have the papers I bet you. Do you know what that means, Percy?” Percy had looked at him, a little starstruck at Jason’s exclamations, then shook his head. “It means that as your older brother it is my most important duty to protect you. It also means that we can do everything together! Dick is also our older brother but he doesn’t hang out with me too much because he’s angry with Bruce. That’s ok though because now I have you and we can stay up all night;. and watch movies, and annoy Dick, and prank Bruce. Don’t worry cause you have me by your side and you’re my little brother so I won’t ever abandon or hurt you like the others did." Jason’s voice had sounded so firm, like he wanted Percy to be sure that he was telling the truth.

Now, just a few moments later, Percy stares at the sky, the blank, starless sky and hates himself for not being able to hold back the tears welling in his eyes. He couldn’t cry if Jason sees him crying now would he really still want to hang out with him and be his brother. The thought only causes the tears to come out faster and though he tries to be silent and muffle the sounds of his cries there was only so much he could do from stopping Jason, who was sitting right beside him, from noticing.

It was then that Jason turned to him and asked what was wrong.
“Do you not want to be my brother?” Jason asked worriedly. Percy rushed to tell him that that wasn’t it all, that it was almost the opposite.

“Then what is it? You can tell me.”

Percy didn’t know how to answer him, didn’t know how to say that dreams haunted him, that for some reason he was sure that he would never make it to the age of 16.

“I don’t think I’m going to live very long,” He whispered the words, scared to finally tell someone the thoughts that had been plaguing him.

“You want to die?” Jason exclaimed, shocked at his answer.

“No.”

“ I don't understand, are you sick or something? Alfred can help, he's the best healer in the world, we won’t let you die!”

Percy didn’t want to tell him, he knew it sounded silly.
“It’s not that,” he stated, then paused to ask a question,” Can you promise not to laugh at me, and not to tell anyone?”

Jason scanned his face, seeming both intrigued and worried, then he smiled and held out his pinky,” Don’t worry I won't laugh, and I pinky promise I won’t tell anyone else – it's a big deal when you don’t keep those.”

Percy turned to face him and then started explaining, not everything, not about the terrifying monsters that seemed to follow him, that creeped in shadows, and whispered horrifying plans of their hunger, hunger for him. He knew from experience that no one would ever believe that, that telling someone about the monsters always made everything worse.
Instead he looked down and spoke about the fear, the thoughts,” Jason, I’ve had this feeling for as long as I can remember telling me that I am destined to die, that I'll never make it to my 16th birthday. It doesn’t feel like anxiety, it feels so certain like there’s no room for doubt, that it’s just what’s going to happen.”

He lifted his head and turned to look into Jason’s eyes, tears still pouring out of Percy’s eyes, “It didn’t use to bother me, I didn’t have too much to live for anyways, but I don’t want to die now, not when I finally have a family, a brother.” Percy’s shoulders began to shake,” I don’t ever want to leave you guys, I don’t want to lose you, Jason.”

“Percy, listen to me, as part of duty to protect you I’ll make sure that nothing ever happens to you, and besides I’m Robin so I’m basically extra strong, which means I can extra protect you,” Jason said all this with conviction and a self-assured smile, and despite his doubts Percy just wanted to believe it: believe him, his words, and his smile. It was then that Jason continued on,” And then when you make it all the way to 16 years old we’ll have a big party but just the two of us! We could convince Alfred to let us use the basically abandoned ball room upstairs and light a cake. And even more than that we could have an extra huge celebration when you get to be 17, that’s when you’ll really be able to tell those thoughts to suck it! Think about it not only did you get past 16 but you even made it a whole year further. Imagine it, 17 is basically an adult, and I’ll be 18 so I’ll really be an adult! You better believe me because this is exactly what’s going to happen, I swear it!”

The sobs were coming out even faster now; Percy couldn’t even attempt to hold them back. Though now they were more happy tears than sad tears. He didn’t think the thoughts would go away, not completely, not yet. Now though, Percy had something to say to them, I will make it to 16, I’ll even make it to 17, just see. Percy leaned into his brother’s shoulders, relieved when Jason hugged him in return. “Thank you, Jase,” he whispered into Jason’s shoulder blades. He just squeezed Percy a little tighter in response, and said,” Well, if you get to call me Jase, then I get to call you Perse, it's only fair.” They spent a fair share of that night like that; with Percy wrapped in Jason’s arms, silently staring at the blank sky and the smoggy skyline, while Jason told Percy all the things they would do for his 17th birthday. In that moment Percy really felt like everything was going to be okay. He could almost picture it, growing up happily in the manor with Jason, celebrating turning 16 and then 17. They would be okay, both of them.

17 year old Percy knew the truth, could see how incredibly untrue his statements turned out to be. 17 year old Percy had grown up with more and more arguments with Bruce, brief feelings of connection to Dick before he acted like Percy didn’t exist, and a slow chasm that felt like it was growing between Jason and Percy. This Percy had seen the final cataclysm that tore the family apart, maybe tore him from the family he couldn’t be sure. This Percy found out about Jason’s death in boarding school from receiving an impersonal invitation to his funeral. Had celebrated his 16th birthday without Jason by his side. This Percy had spent weeks in Tartarus, and just wanted his older brother back. This Percy is definitely not okay.

Notes:

If you are here, I assume you made it to the end and in that case, I have to say thank you so so much for reading this fic and giving me a chance.

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This rlly is my first time putting my work out there so I'd love to know how you guys see this.

Hope you guys are having a fantastic day and don't forget to drink some water <33
- Sky

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