Dick POV

"Catwoman sighting reported by GCPD. She has a hostage situation at the bank. Police have a perimeter set up in a two-block radius around the bank and all civilians have been evacuated other then the hostage and any left in the bank," said Jason.

"Understood. En route, ETA of 5 minutes," I replied, swiftly turning to the right to continue leaping on the buildings.

A dark shadow passed me on the road, swiftly moving out of view.

On the ground up ahead, I notice a broken window with a suspicious pile next to it. "I'm seeing a broken window and a lump by it on 16th. Detouring to check it out," I say over our radios.

"I'm seeing the same on 10th. Detouring. Continue on Hood," Bruce says.

I jump off of the building and run towards the storefront, which is smashed to pieces. A body is laying at the edge of the glass, and upon further inspection, it was a grunt with clown paint on.

"I've got a broken window with one of Joker's lackeys hog-tied at the edge of it. Looks like he tried to break into the storefront but was stopped. He seems to be secure, so I'll just log it for later. I'll resume travel in a minute," I reported.

I quickly inspected the grunt, and noticed that on his fingernail, he had a small tattoo, almost too detailed to see properly. I pulled a magnifying glass off of my belt and looked, noticing that the picture was a detailed skull, with a tilted crown on top.

Snapping a picture, I kept back onto the rooftops, continuing my run towards the bank.

"I just arrived at the bank. Wait. Who is tha-" I heard over the coms.

"What? Hood? What's going on?!?" I yelled.

"The hostage. It's Will."

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I exited the room and back the backing up as the closet wall again, because I wanted to get some form of sleep. So, I went and crashed on the bed. Surprisingly, I actually stayed asleep for a solid four hours before I woke up screaming. That was a whole lot longer than my normal hour. Anyways, it seemed like this room was soundproof, which was perfect. Since it was noon, I decided to go downstairs and find something to snack on. When I got to the dining room, which we had passed earlier this morning on the way to my room, I entered, just to find that everyone started staring at me. Jason asked "How are you even functioning right now? It's only been five hours since you got to your room, and you were up all of last night, and carrying some serious weights around".

I replied "I usually only get about an hour of sleep a day, due to what has been diagnosed as severe PTSD, as in I have multiple types. So, I usually have eating disorders, nightmares, and some other issues like panic attacks while placed in certain situations. Also, I am claustrophobic, cannot swim due to a fear of large bodies of water, and I hate flying with every inch of my being. Not to mention that plants hate me. Oh, and that 50 pounds was nothing. I could carry about three times my body weight quite far if I needed too".

The room fell into an awkward silence, until Dick said "How about we play Questions? It's a game where we ask questions back and forth. If there are questions that you don't want to answer, or if there are questions that we don't want to answer. We play it with every new family member". I replied "Sure", so Dick asked me the first question.

"Which gang did you use to be in?". I replied "The gang was called the Half-Breeds, and I cannot tell you of the members, except for the fact that I had a boyfriend in that gang. Still with him actually. Now, how did you two end up here?".

Dick said "I used to be a part of the circus, the Flying Graysons. The mafia killed my parents, and Bruce adopted me. Jason's past is sensitive at best, so we don't talk about it".

Jason interrupted, and asked "Are you gay? You said you are dating a guy. Also, who is your boyfriend?".

I replied "Actually, I am technically pan, but also I could be considered bi? My boyfriend Will is a transgender, but he had the surgery for it. Do you have a favorite fighting style?".

"I have a lot of fancy jumps and such incorporated into my favorite fighting style," said Dick, "Jason has a very blunt style. Both of us spar for fun, as dad taught us martial arts. What about you? Do you have a favored fighting style?".

I replied "I was taught to fight in a ancient Greek style, mixed with some Roman moves in there. In our gang, we would always have sparring matches to practice, in case we ran into someone from a unfriendly gang. By sparring, I mean swordfighting or dagger fighting, or whatever else".

We kept answering and asking questions like this, until Bruce, who had come in a while earlier, asked "So why are you wearing a long sleeved shirt and jeans during the middle of summer?".

When he said that, I started thinking about my scars, which led me to think about the wars, and... that place. Something that many don't actually realize is the fact that children of Hades excel in the shadows, except for a certain part of this world. Places like... that place actually are manipulated by how much any demigods can comprehend. If they have other people, the conditions improve even more. Children of Hades have a certain immunity to this aspect of the Pit. So, when I was in there, I was alone in the true heart of that demon.

I stood up, after having gone completely silent, and ran out of the room, and then I ran to my room. I looked around, and realized that I had not unpacked anything yet, so I took most of my clothes out of my bag, and I stuck them into the closet. I put the rest of my supplies, the tent, three other sets of clothes, and various other things into my special bag. Once I was done, I decided to go out for a bit, so I wrote a note that said "I'm going out for a bit. Don't worry about me- Nico". I left it on the table, and then opened the window, and jumped out through it.

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Have a good week!

-Kat