11》How do I work the Evil Contraption?

                                    

                                          
"DICK GRAYSON!?"
                          
"Sh*t."
                          
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Artemis
                          
"Uuuuuhhhh, hi?" Said Dick with a sheepish smile on his face. He raised his hand meekly in greeting and glanced at the floor.
                          
"What the hell?" Rocket burst out.
                          
"Really?" Questioned Aqualad, a look of confusion blended with disbelief on his face. He eyed Robin up and down comparing him to an image of Dick Grayson in his head. "How could you not tell me?" He demanded, hurt that he didn't trust him with this information.
                          
"Is Bruce Wayne Batman?" Asked Rocket suddenly. "'Cause dayyyymn!"
                          
"Who's Dick Grayson?" Superboy added, confused, Miss Martian as well.
                          
Dick took a deep breath then answered everyone. "Firstly: Yeah. It's a little surprising but yeah. I'm Dick Grayson. Second: I'm sorry Kaldur. I really wanted to tell you. Third: Yes Bruce is Batman and also, come on Rocket! He's my dad...pretty much. Fourth: Dick Grayson is the adopted son of billionaire Bruce Wayne, heir to Wayne Industries."
                          
Superboy and Miss Martian nodded in understanding. Aqualad's eyes softened when he could see the guilt written on Robin's face and he smiled, cheering the poor bird up immensely. Rocket only scoffed in reply. 
                          
By this time, Percy and Nico had grown very agitated. "This us nice and all but we have places do go, people to save, monsters to kill," remarked Percy. He slung his backpack over his shoulder and made himself ready to leave. He marched to the Zeta tubes and stood there for a few moments. Then he marched back. "How do I work the evil contraption over there?" He jabbed his thumb toward the Zeta tubes.
                          
"You don't need those Perc. I can get us there," remarked Nico. He began to stand slowly, wincing and groaning.
                          
"No you can't," corrected Percy. "Even if you want to kill yourself, I don't feel like dying today."
                          
Nico smirked. "Don't think of it as dying. Think of it as becoming one with darkness."
                          
"Don't want to do that either," Percy informed him. Nico only sighed in reply.
                          
"Where are you trying to go?" I asked, wondering what they possibly do to help their friends. They didn't look like much, then again, neither did we out of costume.
                          
"To save our friends, my girlfriend and his b-" Percy was inturrupted by Nico's hand clamping over his mouth. Percy gently removed it then turned to him. "These guys are cool Neeks," Percy reassured him while gesturing at Robin, Kid Flash and myself. "They won't judge. I know it was taboo and all when you were born but most people are pretty accepting these days. That or they really don't care."
                          
Nico glared at him. "I'm not ashamed or embarrassed Jackson. I just don't want strangers to interfere in my personal life," he crouched. He turned away arms crossed and stared at the wall.
                          
Percy looked at Nico thoughtfully for a moment before repeating, "So, how do I work the evil contraption over there?"
                          
"We can get you to where you want to go," said Robin, "but let us come with you. Saving people is what we do. We did save the JL from Savage and the Light at New Years."
                          
Percy and Nico looked very confused at Robin.
                          
"JL? Justice League?"
                          
"Ohhhhhh," Percy breathed when he understood Robin. Then he looked confused again. "You saved them from light?"
                          
"The Light," I corrected him. "A team of villains who used mind control and clones to infiltrate and control the Justice League." 
                          
"Huh. Clones eh? Not dealt with them yet," Percy spoke, mainly to himself and Nico.
                          
"Yet?" Wally enquired, a little in his voice, but Percy ignored him and jabbed his thumb at the machine.
                          
"Contraption? Work?"
                          
"Will you let us come with you?" Asked Robin again.
                          
Percy shook his head. "No it's too dangerous. Plus, your weapons probably won't work on them." Percy paused for a moment, deep in thought. But before anybody had a chance to argue with him, he started speaking again. "Though you're right. If this things took down the entire camp, we might need backup."
                          
"The Romans?" Asked Nico, smiling slightly.
                          
Percy nodded. "How close can you get us to the San Francisco Bay Area?"
                          
"Close," replied Robin. "Why?"
                          
"We need some backup and I know where to get some."
                          
"We could help too Perc," Robin insisted. "If it's as bad as Nico said, you need all the help you can get."
                          
Percy shook his head. "I need you to stay here and...take care of Estelle. If something happened to her I...I don't know what I'd do."
                          
"But-"
                          
"Please Dick. I know I've only known you for a little bit, but there's no else I'd trust to do this. Literally no one else. A lot of people that I care about are in trouble. I can't let Estelle be one of them. Can you please take care of her?" He then turned to me and Kid Flash. "Artemis? Wally?"
                          
Despite my reservations, I knew Percy needed to do this. So I nodded and said, "With my life." Percy nodded gratefully. Then, as soon as the serious mood had appeared, it vanished, replacing itself with the joke-y Percy I knew. He clapped his hands together. "Right then! Let's use this death machine to travel to San Francisco!"
                          
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Yep. This chapter is late, and pretty crap. Next one will be better. I have sort of written through my writers block so...yeah.
                          
Alright then. Stay traught.
                          
~Gingerbreadhalfblood