Percy landed at Mr. Chase's house and very slowly crept to the front door. She was dreading telling them about her Wise Girl.

She pulled her Wise Girl's camp necklace from her pocket, along with a ring, that wasn't a camp bead on the necklace, as well. The she finally knocked on the door. Her orange shirt on clear display.

An Asian lady, that Percy knew to be Mrs. Chase answered the door. She gazed at Percy, and recognized the shirt. But was wary when she didn't see her stepdaughter.

"Fredrick, it's for you," Mrs. Chase said.

"Who is it?" Fredrick's voice called back.

"Someone from that camp Annabeth goes to," Mrs. Chase said, moving away from the door, letting her husband take her place.

Fredrick looked at Percy, and his eyes welled with tears when he didn't see his daughter.

"No," Fredrick whispered.

Percy looked down at her shoes, as tears filled her eyes.

"Percy, where is my daughter?" Fredrick asked, his tone blank from all emotions.

"Mr. Chase, I'm sorry to be the one to tell you, but I didn't want anyone else to. But Ann—" Percy couldn't say her name.

Fredrick came outside, and sat on a bench, that was on the patio.

"I'm sorry to tell you that Annabeth died fighting in the Second Giant War," Percy said, as her voice cracked several times, as the tears started to fall from her eyes.

"She's gone?" Fredrick asked, practically begging Percy to take it back. For it to be an extremely cruel joke.

"Yes. She died a hero, she was the last one to die, after that, we managed to win," Percy said, still not looking at him. He had helped them when they had the war with Kronos, he understood, but it was still his daughter.

"She's in Elysium?" Fredrick asked.

"Yes. Everyone who fought on our side is there, including Annie," Percy said, her voice barely above a whisper at this point.

Percy pulled out the necklace that she had in her hand, tucked in her pocket. And handed it to Fredrick.

"That's her necklace. I figured you'd want to keep it. She asked us to give it to you, if she didn't make it out," Percy said, dropping the necklace in his hand, as he took it from her.

"I'd rather have my daughter," Fredrick said.

"Me too," Percy said, "I'm sorry I didn't move fast enough. Mother Earth killed her, in her taunt to get to me. I lost control after, which ended the war," Percy said.

"You were close to Annabeth," Fredrick said, remember how the two were like two peas in a pod.

"She was my anchor," Percy said, finding her shoes interesting again.

"Thank you for coming here, to tell me. It means a lot to me, and to Annabeth," Fredrick said, keeping his emotions hidden from the girl who seemed to be falling apart.

"I had to. I couldn't let anyone else do it. Not that there were many others who could," Percy said.

Fredrick looked at Percy, "go home, Perce. You need time too."

Percy nodded, "I'm sorry I couldn't bring her home alive."

Then she left, not letting Fredrick try to tell her it wasn't her fault. It was, she knew it. If she hadn't gotten the nosebleed, or had been faster, and stronger. They'd be alive.

Percy got back to her balcony, and sent Blackjack back to camp. She showered and laid down on her bed, covering up in blankets, staring at the photos her nightstand.

Percy cried. She was lucky the house was empty. She didn't want to deal with anyone.

Percy hadn't moved a muscle, nor did she fall asleep, when she heard the others getting home.

Alfred opened her door slightly, and sighed. He turned and looked at Bruce and nodded.

Bruce pursed his lips, and nodded. He decided to leaver her alone, making sure to tell the boys the same thing. Bruce decided to have them come down to the cave and check out some things.

"I'll stay up here. I will get you when dinner is ready, Master Wayne," Alfred said, once the boys went to the bat cave.

Bruce nodded, then followed his sons down to the cave. He had caught signs of the Joker being around, so he called Dick and Jason to the cave as well.

He quickly explained the situation to the four boys, wincing slightly, as he saw Jason pale.

"What about Percy?" Jason asked, pretending to not be two shades lighter than normal.

"We will tell her to let us know when she leaves, and to be careful," Bruce said.

"We should tell her to be careful, and why. She'll figure it out either way," Jason said.

"He's right. She's too observant and hyper aware of her surroundings to not figure this out," Damian said, "if anything, she'll probably find out, and then try to help us without us knowing."

"True. At least if she knows, then we can keep her updated on the plan, which will keep her from running off on her own," Tim said.

"Tch, please. She hasn't stayed here for an entire day once. She'll try something if she does find out," Damian said, rolling his eyes.

"Then we don't tell her," Dick said.

Jason rolled his eyes. He knew she'd figure it out. She's too observant not to.

Bruce agreed with Dick, then the four moved to the computer and started their research.

After a few hours, Alfred came down, "Master Wayne, it's time for dinner."

"We're on our way up, Alfred. Thank you," Bruce said, looking over at the butler.

Alfred nodded, and left the cave. He needed to go inform Percy.

Alfred opened her door, and saw her staring at him like a deer caught in headlights.

She was sending a stream of bloody water to her bathroom.

"What is going on, Miss Percy?" Alfred asked.

"I fell asleep," Percy said, as the rest of the bloody water floated into her bathroom and down her bathroom sink.

"Are you injured still?" Alfred asked.

"No, I showered already," Percy said, not sure what to do.

"Does Master Wayne know?" Alfred asked.

"No. And I'd prefer to keep it that way for as long as possible," Percy said.

"I can't not say anything, Miss Percy," Alfred said.

"I'll explain it to you privately, if you don't tell him," Percy said, her voice cracking a little as she pleaded with her uncle's butler.

"If you let me help you when this thing happens as well, whatever it is," Alfred said.

"Fine. But swear it in the River Styx," Percy said, her eyes dimming a little.

Alfred looked at her with wide eyes, "I swear on the River Styx, to not tell Bruce about whatever Percy tells me, until she gives me permission, as long as she is honest with me and lets me help her."

Thunder tumbled in the distance.

Percy frowned, but nodded, "thank you. You seem familiar with this."

"Not my first oath," Alfred said, then shook his head, "dinner is ready, though, Miss Percy."

"I'll be down after I'm finished," Percy said, motioning to her carpet. She actually woke up screaming this time, luckily it seemed no one was around to hear her.

Alfred looked at the carpet and was worried about the amount of blood that was there. But he didn't comment. He wouldn't, until he understood what was going on.

"Of course, Miss Percy," Alfred said, then he walked away.

Percy waited until she felt him leave the hall way, "dam."

She quickly finished cleaning, then went downstairs to the dining room.

The others were already there, and they didn't seem to be in a good mood. She could feel the tension before she even got to the room.

"What happened?" Percy asked, doing a good job at pretending everything was fine with her, at the moment.

"What do you mean?" Dick asked.

"I could practically feel the tension before I walked into the room," Percy said, raising an eyebrow.

She glanced down at Dick's hands and saw his bruises didn't seem to be healing, though, now there were a few cuts on his hands, and one just barely visible by the collar of his shirt.

She decided it was time to look into some things in the town she now lives in. She was aware of the vigilantes that go around at night. She knew about the bad guys, and so on. Maybe she needed to pay a bit more attention to her family, while keeping that information in mind.

"Nothing big. Just a disagreement about how I'm doing my job," Dick said.

Percy pursed her lips, but didn't comment.

Alfred brought the food out to them, and set everything on the table.

"Nothing blue today?" Tim asked, noticing the lack of blue.

"Miss Percy didn't help this time. She was a bit distracted," Alfred said, looking at the demigod, who was very adamant about not looking at him.

Bruce raised an eyebrow at the interaction. But didn't say anything. He trusted that if it was important, Alfred would share it with him.

Percy didn't say anything during the meal, which concerned everyone. They did notice that she kept looking at them individually, like she was evaluating them.

Jason smirked down at his food. He was right, and he knew it. He saw the spark of recognition start to ignite in her eyes, as she ate the last of her food.

"So how was your day, Percy?" Dick asked, not having been around lately to get to know her.

Percy winced, as did Bruce and Damian.

"It was just as exciting as yesterday, though, without the sword fighting with Damian, or the sparring match with Bruce," Percy said, her eyes glistening a bit with tears.

"You spared with both of them?" Dick asked.

Percy smirked, "it was fun."

"You're telling me. I was exhausted," Bruce said, "I'm still not sure how you managed to have the energy to spar with Damian as well."

"I have the video on my computer," Tim said, "I forgot to send you the link."

"What do you mean?" Dick asked.

"Bruce and I got to watch the match as it happened," Jason said, not bothering to hide his grin.

"Don't sweat it, Tim. I was busy yesterday anyway. I wouldn't have been able to watch it. But I'd love to after dinner," Dick said.

Tim smiled, "sure. We can show Alfred too."

Percy chuckled, then grabbed her plate and left to help Alfred clean the kitchen.

"You're a demigod," Alfred said, standing by the sink as he washed dishes.

"You've made an oath on the River Styx before," Percy said.

"Yes, but the person I made it to is long dead. He told me to never tell anyone what I saw, unless it was to another demigod," Alfred said.

"What did you see?" Percy asked, as she dried the dishes he washed

"He was fighting the Minotaur, I think. And he won, but he was gravely injured because of the fight. I offered to help, but he told me it was his time. Something about his string being cut," Alfred said.

Percy gasped, "he saw the fates cut his string."

Alfred hummed, "but he died in my presence. Making me swear the oath."

"Until another demigod made you swear another one," Percy said.

Alfred nodded, "you're good at putting things together," he said.

"You have to be, the life of a demigod is not easy. As I'm sure you've figured," Percy said.

"Yeah. That kid didn't look older than fifteen yet," Alfred said.

"I was supposed to die when I was sixteen, however, that didn't happen. However, the guy who died in my place ended that war," Percy said.
"
"War?" Alfred asked.

Percy only nodded, "I've been the one in charge of leading two different wars."

"The last one just ended. It's why your mother was killed," Alfred asked.

Percy nodded, "the enemy made sure I lost, even if she was defeated."

Alfred sighed, "so you have nightmares, like the others do."

Percy only nodded.

"And the blood I saw you cleaning?" Alfred asked.

Percy stopped and looked at the door.

The others came in and dropped off their dishes before leaving again.

Percy noticed the glance that Dick and Bruce gave Alfred.

"I hope you know, that what I am telling you falls under the oath," Percy said, once she sensed they were all gone.

"I know. And I plan to honor it, as long as you do the same," Alfred said, looking at Percy.

Percy nodded.

"And the blood you were cleaning?" Alfred asked again.

"During the last war, I fell down a hole, in the underworld. I was tortured there for months, even though it was only a week or so outside," Percy said.

Alfred didn't comment, but he looked at her, with pinched eyebrows.

"If you want the name of the place, you can look it up yourself. Names have power," Percy said, answering the unasked question.

"Of course, Miss Percy," Alfred said.

"Anyway, as a result for getting out, I get tortured whenever I fall asleep, those wounds appear on my body in real life," Percy said.

"And if it were to be a fatal wound?" Alfred asked.

"The one you saw was a fatal wound. Stabs wounds to the heart are extremely hard to recover from. However, the deadly wounds I received in the dreams are usually on a lesser scale in real life," Percy said.

"How did you heal?" Alfred asked.

"My godly parent is Posideon. Water energizes me, and heals me," Percy explained.

"Is there anything else that might help?" Alfred asked.

"I need ambrosia and nectar, but I'd need to get in contact with my cousin, and he's grieving just as bad," Percy said.

"Get in touch with him, and invite him over. I think that may help the both of you," Alfred said, looking at the dish he was scrubbing.

Percy sighed, "alright, Alfred."

"Go do that, Miss Percy, I can handle the last few dishes," Alfred said.

Percy sighed, and set the towel down, "alright, Alfred." Then she left the kitchen.