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Nico di Angelo is a very unlucky demigod. This bar is extremely high, seeing as all demigods have no luck whatsoever. However, when the Son of Hades wound up in Gotham of all places, he was (understandably) pissed off.
Don’t misunderstand him, he was not upset that he ended up in Gotham; Gotham is actually a remarkably safe place for demigods; monsters are less likely to show up. No, Nico was annoyed because his shadow travel should have worked properly. He was relatively healthy and energized. So his thought was, What the Hades happened this time? I swear to the fucking gods if Hera pulled another switch I am going to charge Olympus myself and- a fucking hellhound interrupted him.
“Di immortales! Why can’t I even get a break in Gotham???” Nico had no trouble dispatching the hellhound, but by the gods, he was done. Grunting, he dusted the monster dust off of his body, and started walking. The most dangerous thing for a demigod in Gotham would be the Justice League finding out about their powers and being permanently put on the radar, not to mention that whatever had pulled him off course had drained his reserves, and becoming a shadow permanently seemed unwise. Will would bring him back just to kill him.
Nico walked, his instinct alone pulling him through the winding alleys of the crime-filled metropolis. It did not surprise him when he ended up at the Gotham Cemetery. He looked for a mausoleum to stay in for the night, one well made so that it would hold if the weather picked up. Eventually, Nico found the jackpot. A well maintained, simple, unlocked mausoleum. One labeled Wayne.
No one disturbed Nico that night, why would they? He’s the Son of Hades in a graveyard. What Nico did not expect however, people to enter his mausoleum just before dawn.
“Jason! Are you sure we should be doing this? Isn’t it technically illegal?” Cloaked in shadows, Nico’s breath caught.
“Oh come on Timmy, it’s not really desecrating a grave if it’s your own.”
“Fine, just hurry up, the others are waiting outside.” As one of the two guys left, Nico snuck a look at the other. He was busy writing on one of the shutters that entombed a body, his white tuft of hair falling in his face. If Nico didn’t know any better, he’d have thought that this boy had held the sky. Besides his hair, and his name, he found one more thing intriguing about this Jason fellow. Nico had known immediately when they had entered the mausoleum. Nico knew that Jason had died.
“Who are you and what are you doing here?” In a blur, Jason turned to face Nico, one hand gripping the red spray paint, the other pointing a cocked pistol in his face.
“I don’t want any trouble,” Nico said, slowly raising his hands above his head, his silver skull ring glinting in the low light. He banished the rest of the extra shadows he had summoned, and resisted the urge to summon his sword.
“Look kid,” Jason put his own hands up in a gesture of peace once he saw the age and state of the trespasser. “I’m sorry I pulled out the gun. But what are you doing here? There are better places to sleep.”
“Not for me there aren’t.” Nico scoffed. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go find another mausoleum.”
“Hey wait! Why don’t I take you to a shelter or something? Unless you’ve got family nearby?” His eyebrow raised, Jason holstered his gun and held his hand out to the peculiar boy. Nico just grinned, winked, and whispered,
“Ghosts don’t give the best advice.”
Jason froze. Nico gave him a small salute and sauntered to the door. As he came to his senses, Jason ran out of the mausoleum, only to be greeted by his brothers, all of whom were quite frustrated at his lack of timeliness.
“But did none of you see a kid, about this tall, black hair, pale as a ghost, walk out of the crypt?”
“Only Baby Bird and then you, Little Wing.”
“Oh fuck off with your nicknames Dick.”
“Todd, I think we would have noticed another child exiting the family mausoleum.”
“I kinda hoped you would have, you Demon-Spawn.”
“Can we please just go home now? B is gonna get suspicious soon.”
“For once, I agree with Drake.”
“It’s a miracle.”
The batboys all started to head home; Jason’s message, I’m back bitc-, forgotten, half written.
Nico, now in the next crypt over, slid to the ground. His eyes drooped, heavy with exhaustion and pain. Finally, he just let himself scream.
He didn’t care if someone thought the cemetery was haunted; it’s true enough anyway. He screamed for all of the demigods lost during the wars. All of the children. He screamed for the pain and suffering done to those who survived. He screamed at the unfairness of the gods. He screamed for Jason Grace.
He screamed until his voice was raw. Nico’s wails rapidly devolved into sobs, as he just sat there, surrounded by death.
Notes:
Phew! That’s chapter 1. I know it’s short, but it’s setting the scene.
I also plan on trying to post weekly at LEAST (hopefully).
Let me know what you think/any requests you have in the comments!
Chapter 2: Investigation and Communication
Summary:
Bats plan and we get a taste of Solangelo
Solangelo is NOT the main focus BTW (though I do love them)
Notes:
Now I know I said weekly, but I’ve got a few already written and I cannot sleep, so here you go. Hope you enjoy!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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No one believed Jason about the boy in the mausoleum. There was no way that someone could sneak by the 3 different Robins. But then again, this was Gotham, and none of them had ever seen Jason so sure of something. So, they humored him.
“No Dami, he’s younger. Think Timbo but… not.” Jason’s exasperation was leaking in through his tone.
“Well Todd, that is so informative. Just list the traits you remember.” The batboys were all sitting around Damian as he attempted to sketch the mystery boy. Jason’s brow furrowed as he attempted to recollect that night.
“He’s the same height and build as Tim. If possible, even more sleep deprived. He’s got messy black hair, wearing all black and an old, and I mean old aviator jacket. And a ring. A big ass silver skull ring.” The bats all turned their attention from the older brother to the younger as his pencil made its first strokes. The sketch was definitely a rough draft, but Damian’s talent and Jason’s observation skills worked well when combined. The etching was the spitting image of one Nico di Angelo. Not that any of them knew that. They just called him Jason’s ghost boy.
“Do we want to search for him ourselves, or should I send out a BOLO?” Ever since their resident acrobat has started at the GCPD, he’d been slowly pushing them all (including the big bat himself) to give a few more cases over to the cops.
“Our crypt, our problem. Plus, we don’t want to scare him off with the police.”
“Drake, do you truly think that we are less intimidating than the police?” Jason snorted at Damian’s remark.
“To a street rat, yeah. Also, in case you’ve all forgotten: this is the GCPD we’re talking about. They’ve got quite a few crooked ones. Obviously not you or the commish, Dickhead.” Jason shut Dick up before he could leap to the defense of his day job.
Instead, he stated, “It’s settled then. We search for Jason’s Ghost Boy as bats. Tim, run the sketch through any and all of your facial recognition algorithms and match it with the city security cameras. Find anything we can on him. Damian, be on the look out at school, we don’t know if he’ll be there, but I doubt it.” Damian opened his mouth in protest, but Dick was faster.
“I know that the age range isn’t ideal, but you’re the only one in school anymore Dami, since Tim decided he was ‘too cool for school.’” Dick grinned, either oblivious or just dismissive of his brothers who were extreme cringing at too cool for school. He resumed his assignments.
“Jason and I will ask around our teams and territories, as should both of you. We’ve got to figure this out; it’s very likely that this kid’s a meta.”
*****
Nico’s rage and grief had not disappeared. They had focused. For the first time in months, he finally had clarity. So, naturally, he called Will Solace. Taking out a Drachma, and the mist-maker that most demigods had taken to carrying everywhere, he created a rainbow, and tossed the gold coin in.
“O Fleecy, do me a solid, show me Will Solace at Camp Half-Blood.” Within moments, a smiling, freckled face appeared. Nico watched his boyfriend lecture a camper about the utter stupidity of challenging an Ares camper to a duel with or without dull weapons, before he cleared his throat. Will’s head whipped around, the lecture forgotten.
“Nico? Nico! You’re okay! You hurried off so quickly after-”
“Yeah. I’m okay. I’m sorry for running off like that, Will. I didn’t mean to, I just was so upset, and I didn’t want to accidentally…” Nico trailed off as he met Will’s eyes.
The clearly new camper muttered “I’ll just leave now I guess.” Before shuffling off, happy to avoid a continuation of the lecture from Will. The two boys couldn’t care less, they were happy for the privacy.
“Where have you been? Where did you go?”
“The underworld mostly. Visited Italy for a bit, traveled around doing errands for my father.” Will searched Nico’s face for any emotion. All he saw was a carefully preserved passive mask.
“Did you see him? When you were down there?” Nico’s dark eyes burned with rage.
“I did. Guess what his fuckface of a father did? He tried to keep Jason from getting Elysium. Jason Grace. In fucking Asphodel. All because he stood up to the damned king of the gods on behalf of Apollo. The absolute-” Nico was cut off by thunder, warning him to be careful with his words. Having no self preservation at all, he just flipped off the sky.
“Be careful. It’s still Zeus we are talking about here. But wait, is Jason actually in Asphodel? That is seriously fucked up.”
“No, my father is not that easy to push around, and he absolutely hates when his brothers try to push in on his domain. Even if Jason was a serial killer, the moment Zeus tried to keep him from Elysium, he got an express ticket.” Nico grinned at that, and the weight that had been on Will’s heart since Nico’s departure lifted. He’s okay.
“Wait, if you aren’t in the Underworld right now, where are you?”
Nico grimaced. “Well… I kind of ended up in Gotham by mistake.”
Will just sighed. “Be careful. Stay away from killer clowns and heroic bats. When are you coming back to camp? We miss you here.”
“You miss me there. I think I’ll stay for a while. It’s nice to be removed from our daily crazy life, even if I’ve been put in another. Also there are a few things I’d like to investigate.” Nico thought back to Dead Jason Number Two, as well as the hellhound. “We can keep in touch though, and once I settle in, we can visit each other.”
“This sounds kinda permanent.” Will’s comment was tentative, and met with silence. They both realized the gravity of this decision. Nico di Angelo, the boy who always ran, choosing to stay somewhere. Without a real reason as to why.
“Yeah, well, we’ll see.” Nico looked around the mausoleum that he had yet to leave, and said, “I’ve actually got to go now, sorry. I need to actually leave the crypt I’ve been in all night.”
Will snorted and told him, “Yeah, you should do that. Good luck in Gotham, Nico. Talk to you soon?”
Nico nodded, and slashed his hand through the Iris Message rather hesitantly. Time to explore Gotham. What could possibly go wrong?
Notes:
As usual, I appreciate and would love to read comments from y’all :)
Chapter 3: Cass and Ivy
Summary:
Nico meets Cass, and Ivy causes mass destruction
Notes:
Hi! This is some of the last stuff I’ve got prewritten, so the next part might actually take a week lmao. Hopefully not.
I have semi transcribed Cass’ ASL properly (not fully because it’s too time consuming to do that formatting), but the grammar is ASL grammar, not English.
I am also learning ASL, so if I screwed it up, sorry.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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I guess this is one of the few perks of having the god of riches as your father, Nico mused as he settled into his quaint apartment. Allowance isn’t really an issue. Could he have afforded a bigger house in a better location? Sure, but the little complex at the top of its building in Old Gotham suited him, and his needs. He immediately walked over to the window, and opened it out onto the roof. Stepping outside, he grinned, listening to the soundscape, and inhaling the city’s stench. He’d fit in just fine here.
One perk of Gotham is that it did lessen his nightmares, and their intensity. They still occurred, but it meant that Nico felt well enough the next morning to go look for a job. His father’s money always felt dirty to use, plus he was bored, and wanted a life. So he began roaming the streets of Gotham. Stupid, he knows. Miraculously, he is not assaulted or even harassed as he made his way through the city. He stopped when he reached the Gotham Metropolitan Ballet. In a fancy script that took Nico a while to decipher, posted on their doors, there was a sign that read Lighting Techs Needed. Minimal Experience Required. Nico’s mouth curled, amused. Oh the irony. He entered the building.
The first thing he notices is the receptionist, behind his desk, clacking away on his computer. Computer. Oh boy. Here’s hoping that the monster barrier works even when demigods use technology. At least until he can ask Leo for some of the dampeners he’s been working on. Just as he approached the desk, the receptionist looked up, and said, “How can I help you?”
“Um… are you still accepting applications for the lighting tech?” Nico’s fingers twisted themselves as he forced the words out of his mouth in a jumble. Luckily, the receptionist just smiled and confirmed, “Yeah! We haven’t got that many applications anyway. I’ll let the boss know. For now, you can take a seat next to Cass, over there.” Nico was directed to a waiting area, with a few black chairs, and a small woman, named Cass apparently, sitting and smiling at him. While the smile did reach her eyes, there was something else in there as well. It was almost like she was sizing him up. Stop it. You’re just paranoid. I’m sure she’s a perfectly fine, kind, cheerful lady. Nico forced a semi-convincing smile onto his face and he sat down across from her.
Clearing his throat, he initiated a conversation. “Hi, I’m Nico. Are you Cass?”
She nodded.
“What are you here for?”
Cass blushed, and signaled to her throat and shook her head. Nico instantly understood.
“Oh, okay. Do you know ASL?” Her jaw dropped. She grinned and nodded vigorously. Nico let a small smile grace his face. “I do too. Do you want to use sign?”
Thank you. Here, I dance. Cass’ hands moved rapidly but her signs were steady.
“No problem! That’s cool that you dance here. I’m too clumsy for that.” Nico spoke as he signed. “Also sorry if I mess up. I haven’t used ASL in a while.”
I care not. I’m happy you ASL understand.
The two chatted about random things until Nico had to go meet with “the boss” to interview for the job. Before he left, Cass tugged on his sleeve.
Good luck. You have a heart good. Soon I see you again.
Nico, smiled, thanked her, and entered the theatre.
*****
Cassandra Cain had received a message from Jason earlier that week, describing a boy. No one had known his name, just what he looked like and that he had escaped not one, not two, but four Robins. Now, Cass knew his name. Nico Di Angelo. Cass knew quite a bit, even if he shared barely any information. The question now was how much would she share with her family?
After her rehearsal, she made her way to Wayne Manor. After Alfred let her in, she made her way to the Basement. Almost everyone* was already assembled in the Batcave when she got there (Tim was off doing CEO things). Siblings were bickering, Bruce was trying to work, it made Cass feel fuzzy; she loved her family. Amidst the chaos, she slinked over to the rendering that Damian had drawn of Jason’s Ghost Boy, and labeled it Nico Di Angelo in shaky handwriting. And then there was quiet.
“You met him?” Jason’s eyes bore into her, imploring her to corroborate his story. She nodded. His eyes lit up.
“What else did you find?” Dick had opened his laptop as he inquired about Cass’ findings.
Cass frowned, and shook her head. Right now I will tell you more no. I his name gave. You the rest find. He has a heart good. He is young and hurt. Hurt him more I want not.
They all reassured her that they only wanted to help. Even Bruce added a few words to the conversation about how while Nico was clearly talented and possibly dangerous, he was still a kid in a rough situation, so they’d take it slow. As she dissected his every mannerism, her eyes softened. He meant it. Now she was worried about gaining a sibling. Would that honestly be the worst thing to happen?
Early Today JGB enter GMB. He want job. He well ASL understand. Now you want else what?
As Dick recorded the new information, and before any more questions could be asked of Cass, a transmission from Tim popped up on the Batcomputer.
“There’s a situation near WE. Ivy’s shown up, tearing down our oil-selling neighbors. Quite literally. We need civilian evacuation ASAP. I can’t go out and help; I’m stuck in my civies and in a safe room, but I can help with comms if needed.”
“No need, stay put and we’ll get you out. ETA is in around 20 minutes.” As Bruce replied, the Batcave sprung into action. Tim acknowledged the information and signed off. Bruce started to delegate.
“I’ll take Duke, Dick and Cass to WE. The rest of you stay here. Someone go to the Watchtower and assist Barbara however she needs. I’ll have her contact you if we need more help.” While most of the bats grumbled at being left behind, those who were leaving suited up, and stepped through the Zeta Tube.
Notes:
Dun dun duuuun!
Also I know mass destruction hasn’t happened YET, but felt dramatic to say, so… sorry for the misnomer. I swear it’ll happen next chapter.
Question for y’all (please your opinion in the comments): Should I have a Batfam perspective or a Nico perspective next?
Chapter 4: Just a Normal Tuesday
Summary:
The Bats deal with a simple Gotham incident. Honestly could be worse.
Nico di Angelo struggles.
Notes:
Hey y’all! I decided to write a dual perspective. Lmk if you like it.
On a different note, there will be mental health struggles in this chapter (Nico PTSD).
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Batman arrived at the scene 15 minutes later thanks to the Zeta Tube that connected Wayne Manor to Wayne Tower, with Signal, Nightwing and Orphan in tow.
“Orphan, secure the CEO of Wayne Enterprises. Get him to safety,” All three of his children raised their eyebrows. He sighed. “You know what I mean.”
Cass nodded, and slinked up the building, as the rest made their way out to the street.
*****
After his interview at the Ballet, Nico had gone home after his interview. He’d been assured that they’d contact him if he got the job, though they were shocked that he preferred snail mail over an email. He had only just started forming a “murder” board with all he knew about Gotham Jason: Deceased?, when the screams started. Screams of the living, not the dead.
*****
When the Bats made it out to the street, the scene was grim. Skyscrapers cut in half by giant trees, while vines draped over streetlamps, secreting some sort of pollen. Orphan had rejoined them, and Red Robin had mysteriously appeared, so the Bats mobilized. Evacuate the street, evacuate the buildings, save the wounded, count the dead. Just the usual Tuesday.
*****
Nico hoped this would never be a normal Tuesday ever again. The war was over. What in Hades was going on? The Earth was toppling buildings. People everywhere. Somehow, Nico’s body had carried itself out onto his roof, staring, unseeing onto the scene below. He knew he should go down and help; he had the capacity to do so. But he couldn’t move. He felt his mind plunge back down, down, down.
*****
As Nightwing grappled out of a skyscraper with civilians clinging to him, and as Signal was seeing to those under the effect of the hypnotic pollen, Red Robin, Batman and Orphan had met up to assess the lasting damage.
“Honestly not as bad as expected, B. If we can find a way to stabilize the parts of the skyscraper that need stability, or just remove them, there’s not much of an issue. It also takes out a competitor as a bonus.”
“Red Robin, what about the jobless people?”
Now you hire them.
“A decent proposal, thank you Orphan.”
*****
Nico was gone. He could still see the sky, but it was blue, not gray. Not Gotham. No, he was back on the rigging of the Argo. Vines wrapped around the warship, twisting and pulling it off course and down, towards the ground. Down, down, down.
Down, through the crust on the Earth. His friends, screaming. Down, through the Underworld. Through his father’s throne room, an impassive look on his face as he sat on the throne. Nico felt a pomegranate in his hand. Juice dripping in his hand, his fingers clenched, gripping the fruit for dear life. Down, down, down.
Nico needed to escape. He ran.
*****
Oh shit. Dick had just dropped off his last load of civilians with Duke when he spotted the kid on the roof. The boy had been standing stalk still. Wide stance, confrontational. But his eyes were empty. Open, but unfocused. Scary, but not dangerous. But then he lurched. So Dick moved. As the boy fell off the roof, Dick deployed his grapple, and caught the kid midair. Nico di Angelo. Oh SHIT.
*****
Nico was falling. Why was he falling? Had he run the wrong way? No, he saw the Pit and went the other direction! No, no, no, no! Wait- he wasn’t falling anymore. He was soaring. But the only one who can fly was… Jason. That’s… not possible. Right? No more screams. Muffled words. The wind in his ears. Tall buildings. Metal under his body. Gotham. Who’s the flying man in black?
*****
Dick had swung them to the closest fire escape. Nico had begun to blink rapidly as Dick tried to reach him.
“Hey. Hey, can you hear me? Focus on my voice, okay? Are you alright? Can you tell me your name?” He tried all the tricks that worked with his brothers. Watch out for violence. Use grounding techniques. Act normal, don’t freak out.
“Um. Yeah. Yeah I hear you. M’fine. M’Nico. What’s your’s?” Dick grinned as Nico finally responded.
“Nightwing, at your service. Is there anything I can do for you?” He saw the boy survey his surroundings.
“Could you give me a lift to street level, and… maybe don’t mention this to any of your… colleagues.” Dick raised his eyebrow (yes, under the domino. You can tell), and Nico hurried to tack on, “I swear I’m fine. This just… triggered something. It’s not that normal. And I have a therapist. I’m fine.” Dick didn’t believe him. But he did empathize. So he’d keep an eye out, but not tell a soul. For now.
“Sure, I can do that. Anything else?” He blushed as he shyly shook his head.
“No, thank you. For… saving me. I guess.” Nico’s fingers tore up his nail beds as he conceded the fact that he had been saved. Dick gave him a mock salute and went to grab him around the waist in order to grapple them both down. Sensing Nico’s hesitation, Dick decided to ask for confirmation.
“Hey, are you ready for the grapple down? It’ll be quick, I promise.” Nico gave him an odd look, but nodded. And with that, they parted ways as soon as they his asphalt. Nico had nodded in appreciation before darting down a dark alley. Dick rejoined his dad and siblings.
*****
“We’re done here, Oracle. Please speed up the police. They can take it from here. We’ll be back in around 10.”
“You’ve got it, B. We’ll be there when you get home. Good job guys.”
Tim cleared his throat. “I’ll see you guys in an hour or two. I’ve got to go be a terrified teen CEO.”
“See you soon RR.” Signal gave him a pat as they all nodded and went on their way.
*****
After playing his role for a decent amount of time, Tim grabbed his electric scooter, and started his commute (sure, he’s a rich kid with access to teleportation, but he’s preferred to grapple around the city, so he needed to get a decent amount away from the workplace via scooter, collapse it, change, and terrorize criminals on the way home). But before Tim could get more than a block on his electric scooter, he heard an odd conversation down a side street.
“- That’s the thing! Here, plants are taking over buildings, swallowing them whole. That cannot be normal, Mr. D.” To Tim, this sounded like a newbie had experienced the aftermath of the Ivy attack and had called a resident Gothamite to freak out.
“My boy, what am I to know about this?”
“Well, you have the city protected, so I figured you’d have an inkling of what is going on. You also have ties to the family so I thought you may know if she is rising again. Forgive me for overestimating you.” Sarcasm dripped off of this boy’s comment, masking intense fear. But Tim barely noticed. You have the city protected. Ties to the family. She is rising again. This all was sketchy. Who is this mysterious Mr. D? Tim risked a glance and almost let a sound of surprise escape his mouth as he set eyes on one Nico di Angelo.
Tim quickly snapped a photo of JGB talking “on the phone” to be analyzed later, and sped off on his scooter before he could be seen. Nico, however, was just getting started.
*****
“Nico, is that what this is about? Gai-”
“Don’t say her name!”
“She won’t come back. We won. It’s over.” Nico truly wished that he could believe that.
“Fine, Dionysus. But I got pulled to Gotham for a reason. The Earth here is fighting back. If I had to guess, I’d say one of the Gods decided that ‘oh no! Look, the war we just fought may be for nothing! Let’s send our most expendable little demigod to deal with it! With no assistance!’” Mr. D grimaced at the impression, and made to interrupt, but Nico wasn’t done.
“I have sacrificed enough for this. I’m done.” He made to slash through the Iris Message.
“You can’t run away, Nico. This is your life. I am sorry.” Nico cut the connection, and walked home.
Notes:
Hey, I hope you enjoyed!
I know what Nico envisioned was not canon, but PTSD hallucinations/induced panic attacks take inspiration, and then the mind just… fucks you over. I hope I did it justice.
As always, I appreciate you taking time to read this. And I always love reading comments, so please tell me what you like (and what you don’t. I’m truly interested in what y’all want :))
Chapter 5: Broken Peace
Summary:
Nico has found his rhythm in Gotham. Too bad Birds keep showing up.
Notes:
Hi all! This will be a short one (because it’s sort of combined with the next one). The next one is written, and will either be posted tonight as well, or tomorrow.
Disclaimer: I’m not a doctor. Medical stuff may be not completely accurate.
TW: mentions of injury and blood (not that graphic) - if you want more in depth warning, go to end notes.
The TWed stuff is kinda… the whole chapter. If you don’t think you can do that right now, that’s fine :) the end notes have a sort-of-summary. Granted, if you usually cannot handle even this small amount of gore, this fanfic may not be for you.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
For the next few weeks, Nico did not contact anyone in the demigod world. He messaged Will, Reyna and Hazel briefly to explain his choice. He didn’t give them time to respond before cutting the connection. In addition, an unforeseen consequence of a job was that he did not have that much time to investigate the dead man walking around Gotham. Everything was relatively normal. A new normal, but normal nonetheless. Nico liked it. Nothing trying to kill him. He could get used to it.
He had grown closer with Cass, the woman he met at work. She was an amazing dancer, and had an infectious grin and laugh. Nico grew to understand Gotham. Sure, it had dangers, but what kind of place didn’t? It was stil leagues safer than where he was before. Or so he thought. But one night he heard the scuffles of a fight on his roof. And his peace was shattered.
Nico internally groaned as he raced out onto the roof. Why is it always me? By the time he reached the rooftop, only one person was there. A kid in an unnaturally bright outfit. He looked like a tiny traffic light. More importantly, the traffic light’s red was not just the shirt. The kid was losing a lot of blood. Like one and a half liter of blood (thank you Will for the infirmary knowledge). How was this child upright?
“Hey. What happened?” The kid shot him a glassy glare.
“Tch. It is none of your concern, civilian. Now leave.” Nico didn’t know whether to be more offended or impressed that this child had the energy to shoot that much sass and disdain in his state.
“It very much is my concern, this is my roof. Now, let me help.” I’m barely a civilian anyway.
“What makes you think I would ever accept assistance from a -” Even with his arms gripping his sides tightly, the kid fell to his knees, exhausted and injured beyond belief. Even by demigod standards, his condition was serious. Nico scooped him up, and brought him inside. The kid’s escape attempts were weak, a testament to how bad a state he was in.
The young vigilante was unconscious by the time Nico had gotten him inside. He barely stirred as he was set down on the couch. This kid is honestly lucky that I’m not a civilian. If I was, he’d be dead, Nico mused as he located and opened his extensive first aid kit. He could see that the main sources of the puddle forming below his patient were on his torso and the palms of his hands. Before even trying to stitch him up, Nico dressed the wounds best he could on his torso without undressing the kid. He didn’t bother stitching the wounds on his hands; the kid would rip them anyway. He used temporary closures on them. He’s got to have access to some sort of medical professional, right? Nico then gingerly began stripping his torso. As he did this, sharp green eyes met his own.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Nico carefully continued his work at disengaging the vigilante’s costume.
“I am attempting to get you out of this deathtrap so I can stitch up the lacerations on your torso.” Nico was getting tangled in the godsdamned shirt. He paused with a huff. “Also, what should I call you?”
The child snorted. He carefully reached behind his back, does something, and suddenly the suit loosens, and becomes a puddle on his chest. Nico was nonplussed.
“Wait… Why does it not open at the bright yellow clasps???” He’s greeted by a feral grin.
“Now why would it ever do that?”
“Why the H-ell should I know? Maybe because any normal person’s clothes open where they look like they open???”
“Do I seem like a plebeian?” Nico resumed his dressing of the wounds on his torso as they spoke.
“Look kid-”
“Robin.” Nico nodded in recognition.
“Okay. I’m Nico. Who was that on the roof?” Robin hissed as he applied pressure to a particularly nasty cut that spanned across his entire right side. “And don’t you dare say ‘It’S nOnE oF yOuR cOnCeRn.’ You’re bleeding out on my couch. It’s my concern now.”
“An assassin.”
“Oh, well, that clears everything up. Thank you.” Sarcasm dripped on every word. “Why were they after you?”
“My parental units.” Nico snorted.
“Yeah, join the club. How is your opponent doing?” Robin blinked, before reporting, “My opponent will be out of commission for quite a while.” Nico grinned.
“Good. Will they keep coming after you?” Robin nodded.
“Indeed. It will not be an issue.” Nico gave him a soft smile of acceptance.
“Understood. Do you need anything else?” As soon as Nico finished with the wounds, Robin gingerly rose from his perch on the couch. He inspected Nico’s work more closely.
“There is nothing more you could possibly do. You’ve done a passable job with the dressings. Let’s hope for your sake that we never have more reason to meet.” And with that, the injured robin flew the coop, leaving Nico alone in his apartment, covered in blood. He sighed. Time to clean. It’s safe to say that he did not expect CPS to come knocking on his door the next day.
Notes:
TW: Robin has been pretty badly injured in a fight with an assassin. Nico patches him up.
CPS = Child Protective Services
The next chapter will be Damian’s POV of this series of events.
As always, let me know what you think/what you want!
Question for you all: would you rather have the next chapter NOW but not beta-read, or wait 1-3 days for it to be beta-read?
Chapter 6: An Intriguing Encounter
Summary:
Damian’s POV of Broken Peace.
Notes:
Hello! As promised, here is part 2 of the short chapter duo. They’re not actually that short, but I am endeavoring for over 1000 words per chapter.
Let me know if anything doesn’t make sense :)
The TWs are the same as last chapter, but less detailed.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Damian Wayne’s experience these past few weeks was painfully normal. School. Home. Patrol. Sleep. Repeat. He was completely fine with this. Until the first assassin showed up. But he handled it. Of course he didn’t tell his family. He was perfectly capable of handling this situation by himself. And Grayson would baby him. Ugh. So he silently dealt with the first assassin. And the second. And the third. But the fourth, the fourth caught him offguard.
Damian had been finishing up his patrol, and what can he say? He was tired. Abysmal excuse, but the truth nonetheless. Seeing as their network had been spread thin (Drake was on forced caffiene withdrawal, Grayson was needed in Bludhaven, and Todd was on Drake duty), the operational vigilantes were required to cover the entire city.
As he was about to make his way back to the Manor, he was kicked from behind.
“Ack!”
“Robin, are you alright?”
“I am quite fine Oracle.” Damian turned off his comm and faced his opponent.
“Grandfather must be getting desperate. Is he still in need of a host?”
“No, Prince of Shadows. The Demon Head has clones for his host. Now he has ordered us to eliminate the original.”
“Well then. I am insulted that Grandfather has sent you to complete this task. How belittling.” Damian’s barb seemed to prompt his opponent to attack, as it was intended to. He was ready. But he was tired. And that made him sloppy.
Both assassins drew their katanas, and engaged. Damian dominated. That did not matter. Even though he ultimately forced his opponent to retreat and lick his wounds, the young Robin had suffered some hits. There was no way he could commute home in this state. As he was about to swallow his pride and ask Oracle for assistance, he sensed another presence on the roof. Subtly palming a throwing knife, Damian turned.
“Hey. What happened?” Just a random teenager. Damian shot him the best glare he could muster as he unobtrusively returned the knife from his hand.
“Tch. It is none of your concern, civilian. Now leave.” Damian needed this child to leave. He could feel his energy sapping out of him along with his blood, and he could not, under any circumstance, allow this stranger to witness his weakness.
“It very much is my concern, this is my roof. Now, let me help.” That is… not ideal.
“What makes you think I would ever accept assistance from a -” He collapsed. This is even less ideal. Damian was semi-conscious of the fact that he was being transported indoors. He tried to cling to his awareness, but his brain was full of cotton, and a fuzzy darkness took over.
There were hands on his chest. Twisting and pulling on his suit.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Damian demanded, in an attempt to quell his panic. What if this stranger could identify him? Or try to remove his mask? Damian was extremely well aware of just how much of a vulnerable position he was in. The teen, however, was currently covered in Damian’s blood, just groaned.
“I am attempting to get you out of this deathtrap so I can stitch up the lacerations on your torso. Also, what should I call you?” He added as an afterthought.
Damian rolled his eyes as he decided to gingerly reach behind his back and hold his thumb to a biometric lock-type discrete scanner. His suit immediately slacked, as did the teenager’s jaw.
“Wait… Why does it not open at the bright yellow clasps???” Damian all but bared his teeth while he grinned.
“Now why would it ever do that?” Damian was enjoying how the civilian’s eyes bugged out of his head.
“Why the H-ell should I know? Maybe because any normal person’s clothes open where they look like they open???” Damian did note the stumble on Hell. Religious? Recovering extreme Christianity or a different religion? Unimportant at the moment.
“Do I seem like a plebeian?” As he scoffed, the teen continued to wrap Damian’s injuries.
“Look kid-” No.
“Robin.” He was given a nod of acceptance.
“Okay. I’m Nico. Who was that on the roof?” Damian let out a huff of pain as Nico tended to a relatively serious gash that covered his entire right side. “And don’t you dare say ‘It’S nOnE oF yOuR cOnCeRn.’ You’re bleeding out on my couch. It’s my concern now.”
“An assassin.” Time to only admit to extremely vague facts and hope that he gives up.
“Oh, well, that clears everything up. Thank you. Why were they after you?”
“My parental units.” Nico groaned in response.
“Yeah, join the club. How is your opponent doing?” Damian blinked, taken slightly off guard by Nico’s response (and filing it away for his report later), before stating, “My opponent will be out of commission for quite a while.” Nico rewarded him with a feral grin of his own.
“Good. Will they keep coming after you?” Damian snorted, but agreed.
“Indeed. It will not be an issue.” Nico gave him a soft smile of understanding.
“Understood. Do you need anything else?” As soon as Nico finished with the wounds, Damian gracefully stood. He inspected Nico’s work more closely, searching for flaws. He found none. Fascinating.
“There is nothing more you could possibly do. You’ve done a passable job with the dressings. Let’s hope for your sake that we never have more reason to meet.” As soon as Damian leapt from Nico’s window, he turned his comms back on.
“Robin? Robin, come in! What the hell are you doing?”
“Robin, report. You’ve missed your check in. Do you need help?”
“Tch. I am fine. Why wouldn’t I be?” The comms were silent for a moment before they erupted with versions of “why not? You were offline for over an hour!” And “you didn’t check in after promising you would! That was the only requirement for patrolling alone!” But who cares? Damian was quite alright, and had learned more about the new oddity of Gotham. Di Angelo.
Notes:
Aaaand there it is! Bruce’s POV up next!
Let me know what you think in the comments! I also will take requests for both this work and any others that y’all want to read (within reason).
Chapter 7: It’s an Addiction
Summary:
Bruce finally gets involved.
Notes:
Okay, so this was only supposed to be like half a chapter. But I got caught up reading an amazing fic series (“Let Them Be Brothers” by quotidian_void. Absolutely ripped apart my soul and slowly reassembled it. It was a gift from the Gods and I slowly languished in its divine presence).
I honestly might finish the other half tonight and still post it, but I just wanted to get something out.
This is like.. sort of Beta Read, but… I’m still sort of proud of it. At some point I’ll come back and edit everything.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Bruce let out a sigh of relief as Damian appeared in the Cave. He knew about the assassins. He had decided to let Damian handle them because he knew that his son would take it as an insult if he intervened. And it hadn’t been an issue for Damian so far. But now it was.
“Damian, what happened?”
“Nothing of consequence. There was an assassin. I was simply caught off guard. I recovered. It was not an issue.” Quick, dry, simple answers to his question. No artful use of overly formal words. No usual haughtiness. Something was wrong. Damian was embarrassed.
“It’s completely understandable that you were caught by surprise. We were spread super thin last night. What matters is that you recovered and it won’t happen again.” Damian scowled at himself.
“And yet I allowed an inferior combatant to obtain a window of opportunity. I required assistance from a civilian.” Ah. That’s what was troubling Damian.
“Dami, we have always received kindness from the citizens of Gotham. It’s not something to be ashamed of.” Damian tched as he slunk over to the drawing of the odd boy that Bruce’s kids had been all but obsessed with.
“Father, you do not comprehend the danger this boy could be to us. He is skilled in areas where he should know nothing. He is a risk that we must eliminate. Is it possible to relocate him to Metropolis?”
“Now hold on a moment,” Dick stepped in with concern crinkling his features. “I’ve interacted with the kid. He’s not a threat, he’s just traumatized. He’s got everything under control, let’s just leave him alone.” Jason nodded along, but Tim had something of his own to say.
“No, there’s definitely something off with this guy. I saw him after the Ivy attack talking with someone. There was this fuzzy feeling when I was watching him, like the air was shimmering. Here, I took pics.” Tim pulled up the photos he took on the Batcomputer. “See? He looks like he’s talking on the phone. It just felt weird. Also, he was saying weird things to this other person, ‘Mr. D’ like ‘you’ve got the city protected,’ and ‘ties to the family,’ and something about someone ‘rising again.’ It was super suspicious.”
Before Bruce could interrupt, Cass decided to give her two cents verbally.
“No. Nico kind heart. Me sure he has reasons.” Before the Batcave could dissolve into complete pandemonium, Bruce finally shut everything down.
“Okay. We’ve got multiple perspectives. Now let me take it from here. No one goes near him. No one does research. Go to sleep. Recover. I’ll figure it out and update you all.” Everyone grumbled as they filed out. It ended with just Dick and Bruce in the Batcave.
“Everything alright Dick?”
“Yeah B,” Dick turned as he headed out. “Just… keep in mind: Nico helped Damian. And by help, I mean he administered first aid. To Damian. Damian let him get within five feet of him. While he was compromised, and not wearing a shirt. That tells you how the kid actually feels.” Bruce nodded as his eldest left him to his work.
*****
Bruce poured over the information he had amassed. Nico di Angelo: first found in the Wayne Mausoleum (by Jason), and had successfully escaped the notice of four of his children as he exited said mausoleum; JASON IS CONCERNED. Next spotted by Cass at the Gotham Metropolitan Ballet; SHE LIKES HIM. Dick had talked with him at some point, more information had not been shared, but HE IS IN FAVOR. Tim eavesdropped on a conversation that Nico had with a “Mr. D” that contained sketchy rhetoric; HE IS SUSPICIOUS. Finally, Damian had been assisted by Nico, who had done an impeccable job patching him up in his apartment in Old Gotham; DAMIAN IS AGAINST HIM?? Older records showed Nico in DC, New York, California, and peppered him through Europe. No records of him for the past few months though. Bruce couldn’t find much more information. Not even a birth certificate. Definitely odd.
Bruce has already been concerned with only the information he had been given, but when he learned of both Maria di Angelo’s and Aiden Devorides’ demises. This child is living alone in an apartment in Gotham of all places. No supervision, no idea what it is like here. No connections. Damn it. He made his decision. Nico di Angelo wasn’t a danger. He was in danger. Bruce made the call to CPS.
“Hey Jan, it’s Bruce. — Yeah, I’ve found another one. —— No, no, don’t worry. Can you just… keep him for a night and then I’ll come get him. — No, I promise it’ll be fine. — I’ll draft the paperwork now. You’re a godsend.”
There’d be a new kid in his house by the day after tomorrow. He hoped this was the right decision.
Notes:
Woot! We are now all caught to where Nico left us off. Not gonna lie I really struggled with Bruce’s voice. It’s also a struggle remembering who is in the room, but that’s okay 😭.
A quick note: I chose Hades’ mortal name very intentionally. One of Hades’ names is Aidoneus, or “the Hidden One” which I thought was nerdy to make for his cover identity. Devorides is a nod to his father, Kronos “the Devourer.” The suffix -ides is one of the equivalents to “-son.” Granted, I am not Greek. If this wrong, sorry. Anyway, this was my logic.
As always, thanks for reading! Please let me know what you think/want in the comments (and thank you if you’ve doing that! It’s super motivating and I appreciate it deeply :))
Chapter 8: Bruce Indulges His Vice
Summary:
Bruce: *sees traumatized dark haired boy*
Bruce: GASP I NEED YOUNico (traumatized, dark haired, male): I mean… I was fine (lies), but…
Bruce: I SHALL LOVE YOU AS IF YOURE MY OWN BLOOD
Damian: about to spout “but I am the only true son”
Every other bird and bat ever: Yay join the club!!!
That is not really a summary. The summary is Bruce and Nico chat, with a small Alfred appearance (I swear I’ll write him more later).
Notes:
Please note the addition of the tag “I wrote this instead of sleeping.”
Hope you enjoy.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
“And you’ll sleep here for tonight. We’ve already had a potential foster family express interest in you, Nico. You’ll meet with them tomorrow.” Nico had only been half listening to Jan until she mentioned a foster family. An interest, already? Also, didn’t he get a say in the matter? Apparently not. He had decided to try and fly under the radar for now, after the scene he caused when they stormed into his apartment. Nico smiled politely and sat on the bed he had been assigned, secretly grateful it was a top bunk.
Jan came to rouse him personally that morning. She brought him to a private room, where a man was waiting. He was in a fine suit, with perfectly coiffed hair and a signet ring on his left pinky finger. Very much in control, very wealthy, very powerful. Nico glanced down, unsure of himself and of the hulking man in front of him. But he didn’t have a choice. And he could play nice.
“Hi Nico, I’m Bruce Wayne.” Fuck. Is this the man whose family mausoleum I slept in? And got caught in? Doesn’t he also own a huge company whose headquarters I live near? This is NOT good.
“Hello Mr. Wayne. May I ask why you’re fostering me?” Diplomatic. Get some information. His target gave him a soft smile.
“Please, call me Bruce, Nico. As for my decision to foster you, I have many children at home. All having grown up in admittedly difficult situations. Jan thought I may be able to help you in a way that others cannot.” Lie.
“Sir, what makes you think I have been raised in an unstable environment?”
“Nico, you ended up in Gotham alone, living out of an apartment alone.”
Nico genuinely had no response to that. Luckily Jan cleared her throat, and started her spiel.
“Nico, Mr. Wayne has already filled out the paperwork. He has your file. Please reach out if there’s an issue. Here’s my card. I hope this works out for you both.” Just as Nico was about to call Jan back and protest this course of action, his father’s voice resounded around his skull.
“Nico. Go with this man. It’ll do you good. But do not share knowledge of the Gods with him. Not yet. Maybe not ever.” It took all of his effort not to allow Bruce Wayne to see the shooting pain he was experiencing. Gods speaking directly into your head fucking sucked and they never seemed so understand that. Instead, Nico grit his teeth and turned to Bruce.
“Well then, I guess I'll go with you now?” If Bruce was shaken by Nico’s sudden change in tune, he didn’t show it. Instead he nodded and motioned toward the door. The two walked out of the building, and into a discreet but fancy car that was waiting for them. Nico scooted across the backseat and Bruce joined him.
“Alfred, this is Nico. Nico, this is Alfred. He’s the man who raised me.”
“The title of butler will suffice, Master Bruce. It is quite nice to make your acquaintance, Master Nico.” The older man driving had a chiding quality to his tone, but the love was evident in his voice. There was one thing Nico had to address, though.
“I am not your master, Sir.” Bruce chuckled as Alfred smiled.
“I am aware of that, Master Nico. It is still a sign of the respect I wish to express.”
“If anyone is the master of the house, Nico, it’s Alfred.” Nico nodded in acceptance. Bruce wasted no time trying getting to know him.
“So, what are some things about you?” Nico snorted and looked out the window at the blurred buildings.
“I’m sure it’s all in file.”
No, it wasn’t. “I’d rather hear it from you.”
“… What kind of things do you want to know?” Bruce thought for a second before responding.
“Only what you’re comfortable sharing. Maybe we should start with things you think I should know. For schooling and housing purposes for example.” Nico had to be very careful with his answers.
“Uh… so I’ve got dyslexia. And autism. And ADHD. And depression. And claustrophobia. And PTSD. That’s… kind of it. I think.” He could give mortal answers to all of those, right?
“Okay. That’s all manageable. We’ll figure out how to deal with all of those as we go, alright?” Nico nodded. They continued to talk. Mostly about Nico, his habits, his hobbies, his needs. But Bruce also gave him a bit of a warning of what to expect at the Manor. Quite the full house. It was nice. And then they pulled up to Wayne Manor. Before entering, Bruce looked at Nico, and informed him that everyone would be there for his welcome, but that they didn’t always live there.
“Also I made sure Cass was here because you know her.” Bruce winked, and then Alfred opened the fancy doors to the Manor to reveal the chaos barely contained within.
Notes:
Guys I was gonna write him meeting the Batfam but I need sleep for that one.
We are getting farther into this! So excited to develop the plot :)
Again, let me know what you think/want in the comments. Please let me know if anything reads weird, especially this chapter because I did NOT wait for my Beta Reader, so…
P.S. I am aware I didn’t write Nico resisted CPS into this fic. If you want it later, let me know and I’ll make it like a side story or something.
Chapter 9: Wayne Sibling Lineup
Summary:
Nico meets a lot of the kids and has lunch (oh boy).
Notes:
Hi! I worked hard to make this NOT a Von Trapp family style introduction. But there are so many people!
Also I say “everyone*” because it is NOT everyone. It’s just a lot of them.
As per usual, I hope you enjoy!
TW - Mentions of traumatic events, Eating Disorder (not explicit, currently loosely implied)
More detail in end notes
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
“If you don’t give me back that cookie I’ll flay you alive. I don’t care that you’re a damn police officer, in fact it’s a bonus!” A huge man with a white stripe in his black hair was shouting at another person who was swinging on a chandelier, the prized cookie in his hand.
“Jason! They’re here!” A younger guy made eye contact with Nico and gave him a reassuring smile as he shushed his brothers to avail.
“Boys! Hey! We’re home! We’ve brought someone with us!” Bruce’s words fell on deaf ears. Even the kids who weren’t involved in the Great Cookie Battle paid him no mind. Until Alfred intervened.
“Ahem.” Everyone froze as he raised a pointed eyebrow. “We have a new resident in our home. Please show him some respect and kindness by being polite. This includes having both feet on the ground Master Dick, no death threats nor expletives Master Jason, and all of you. I implore you to pay at least a small bit of attention. Now, introduce yourselves so that poor Master Nico can try and put a name to your faces.”
Everyone muttered a version of sorry Alfred, and formed a semi-presentable line. Wow, Alfred is the one in control here, Nico mused. He had also just realized the sheer number of kids the Wayne Manor truly contained. He counted seven total here. Before he could say that introductions weren’t necessary and he’d figure it out, the officer on the chandelier landed right in front of him, causing him to flinch out of the way.
“Hey Nico! I’m Dick, B’s oldest.” His grin spread from ear to ear as he stuck out his hand for a handshake, and Nico took it. As he was about to respond, Cass quietly ran up to him.
Now you here! Me happy! When she finished signing, Cass opened her arms to offer a hug. Nico grinned and accepted. Maybe this could work out after all.
“Hey Nico. I believe we’ve already met.” Nico had admittedly been distracted by the sheer insanity in this house. He’s fully forgotten his panic when he saw Dead Jason Number Two. He slowly detached himself from Cass.
“Jason.” He said with a small nod and an even smaller smile. “I guess I found a better place to sleep.”
Jason snorted. “Yeah kid, I guess you did. You gotta tell me how you ended up there some time.”
“Hah! You wouldn’t believe me.” Nico responded with an odd air of finality, which left an awkward silence hanging in the air. A kid wearing a collared shirt under a hoodie cleared his throat.
“Well, uh… we haven’t already met. I’m Tim. I’m the… fourth oldest? Maybe? Who knows anymore. You may be older for all I know. Anyway, can’t wait to get to know you.” While most of Tim’s ramblings sounded… almost drugged, his final sentence sounded like a promise, and not a good one. A threat. But maybe Nico was just paranoid.
“Hey Nico! I’m Duke. I’m also relatively new, so we can face this lot together.” Duke seemed super friendly, but he also clearly had a backbone. Even if no one listened to him, he had tried to get his brothers to behave.
“Tch. Move aside Thomas, so I may properly introduce myself to this heathen.”
“Master Damian, do not refer to Master Nico as a heathen.”
“Apologies Alfred.” He turned his attention back to Nico. “I am Damian Wayne. The only Blood Son and am therefore-“
“SuPeRiOr.” Everyone in the room muttered the word, including Cass and Nico could’ve sworn he saw Bruce’s lips move as well. Damian’s cheeks turned a light pink, but he soldiered on.
“And who exactly are you, di Angelo?” Oh, the audacity of this kid.
“What do you want to know?” A challenge glittered in Nico’s eyes, which Damian gladly accepted.
“Place of origin?”
“Venice, Italy.”
“Parents?”
“Gone.”
“Siblings?”
“… Half-sister.”
“Age?”
“Uh, 15.”
“Partner?”
“OKAY. That’s enough if that, Dami. You’re asking super personal questions.” As Dick chided Damian, Nico had a look of triumph on his face. Damian huffed, and stalked over to Tim, who whispered something in his ear.
“Heeeeeey! I’m Steph! I’m not technically a Wayne, but I show up from time to time.”
“You eat here for most meals. You’re a Wayne. Official or not.” Bruce’s comment was meant to be humorous, but clearly had a deeper meaning to the family, and everyone smiled.
Cass grabbed Nico’s hand, then quickly signed that she was going to take him upstairs to get settled in. Alfred cleared his throat before they could climb the stairs.
“Lunch will be in a few hours. Someone will come get you both.” They nodded, and Cass dragged him up to his new room.
*****
Dick had been the one sent to grab Cass and Nico for lunch. Alfred had made fettuccine with crumbled Italian sausage (and a vegetarian alternative protein for Damian), and a light salad on the side. Everyone always loved Alfred’s cooking, so Dick wasn’t worried about the possibility that Nico was a picky eater. Especially because Alfred had made an effort to include Italian elements to today’s dish.
By the time that Dick had ushered Nico and Cass to the table, everyone else was seated. Usually lunch was a more casual affair of if you’re in the house and need food, let Alfred know. Otherwise you are on your own. But today, everyone* was present. Dick sat down next to Bruce, who was at the head of the table, and Cass sat down across from him, with Nico at her side. Once they were seated, Alfred served lunch. It looked and smelled heavenly. Everyone thanked Alfred, and tucked in.
It took Dick an embarrassing amount of time to realize that Nico was really just pushing the food around on his plate. He had witnessed the consumption of only one strand of pasta, and maybe one crumble of sausage. While trying to be discreet, he looked Nico over, and truly noticed for the first time just how dead he seemed. Pasty skin, sunken eyes, chapped lips, shaggy hair, thin as a twig. Dick couldn’t help but think back to Ivy’s attack, and Nico on the fire escape. He’d promised not to tell his family about the episode, and he wouldn’t, but this was his problem now. His little brother was suffering from something. And he wanted to help. He didn’t think Nico would appreciate being publicly called out in front of his new family though. So he stayed silent. For now.
*****
Dick was not the only one who noticed Nico’s fork haphazardly pushing his food across his plate. They all took note, and made the executive decision to let him settle in more before forcing him to open up. As lunch wrapped up, Bruce added to the casual chatter that had occupied the table.
“So Nico, do you like your room?” Nico gave him a polite smile.
“It’s lovely, thank you Bruce,” He turned to the rest of the table, “and thank you all, for being so accommodating.”
“Is our pleasure. Is there anything else you’d like?” Nico shook his head vigorously at Bruce’s offer.
“No, I’m fine, thank you.” Nico hesitated for a moment, then tacked on, “Actually, I was wondering if I could be excused? It’s just… it’s been a long day. I’d like to rest for the rest of the day if that’s okay.” Bruce nodded and dismissed him. Nico grinned, bobbed his head in thanks and made his way upstairs. As soon as Nico was out of earshot, Bruce sighed.
“Once everyone’s done eating, meet in the Cave for a debrief.”
Notes:
TWs: Nico gets questioned by Damian and casually mentions dead parents and stuff. At lunch, the Batfam (specifically Dick) notice Nico not eating. From Dick’s POV, he describes what Nico looks like.
And here it is! I hope you liked it :)
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Chapter 10: Nightmares and Cuddles
Summary:
While this chapter does not only consist of nightmares and cuddles, it is mostly nightmares and cuddles.
Notes:
Hi! Apologies for the late update, life has been lifing. Also apologies for the fact that this one hasn’t been Beta Read (I’ll come back and edit it later).
TW - Ye olde Tartarus nightmares, but also mentions of dead family (Bianca and Maria), mention of Jason’s death (with a little bit of detail), thunderstorm
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
“He barely touched his food. His food made by Alfred!” Damian declared, “If that is not suspicious, I have no clue what is.” Essentially everyone groaned (Tim notably stayed silent).
“Damian, that is not suspicious. It is highly worrisome.” Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose and glanced at Dick, who nodded his support.
“Tch. What is the difference?”
“Well, Demon-Spawn, here’s the difference. One means you aim to fuck someone up, and the other means that you’ve been fucked up. One person can be both fucked up and wanting to fuck someone up, but just because a fucker’s been fucked up doesn’t always mean that they want to fuck someone else up. Not everyone is Bruce.” As Damian’s face burned, everyone else’s jaws were slack with disbelief and confusion.
“At the end of the day, we don’t know what is going on with this kid. But he is our responsibility now, so watch out for him.” Bruce shot a glance towards both Damian and Tim. Tim gave him a mock salute in response. As a storm raged outside, they all called it a night and went to bed.
*****
Nico hadn’t had any nightmares in a while. That being said, luck runs out eventually. Even the odd protections on Gotham couldn’t keep him out of The Pit forever. Because that’s where Nico went, whenever he closed his eyes. Down, down, DOWN. Because that’s where he needed to be. Because that is his role, for all of time. Not to be the martyr, but to be the sacrifice. Not to die, but to suffer. To fall for eternity. To a place where the only ones who hear his screams derive pleasure from his pain. And by the Gods, Nico had screamed his voice raw. A River of fire, the Twins, a palace, winged women, some curses, thunder, death, Mamma, Bianca, PAIN.
Nico woke up with a start. He wasn’t there anymore. He was in his new fancy room. He could see his bedsheets, his desk, the ceiling, his shirt, his door. He could touch his soft shirt, his bed, his clean skin, his feet on the smooth floor. He could hear the birds outside, the thunder of the storm, his own rugged breath. He could smell his sweat, his pine scented soap. He could taste… nothing. He couldn’t taste the blood he had in the dream. It was a dream. Thunder shook the house, and he jumped. Gods, he hated storms. I have to get to lower ground, he thought as he left his room in the dead of night.
As Nico crept into the living room, he noticed another figure already lying on the couch. He froze as Jason Todd’s bloodshot eyes met his dark ones. He moved his legs off of the couch, and gestured for Nico to join him.
“Wanna join me?” Nico cautiously sat down.
“Are you sure you’d not rather be alone?” Nico inquired.
“Would you want to be alone?” Jason contemplated this, but didn’t respond. He regarded Nico with a curious gaze.
“Why are you here?” Before Nico could start to justify his existence, Jason corrected himself. “I mean on the couch with me right now.”
“I don’t like thunderstorms.” Jason let out a wet laugh.
“Yeah? Me neither.” A small smile was brought out of Nico. Before he could respond, both Nico and Jason jumped and tensed as thunder boomed around them. A ragged breath was pulled from Jason as he tried to shake himself out of it.
“This is so fucking stupid. So fucking stupid.”
“It is. It really is, isn’t it?” A sort of understanding passed between the two brothers, as they both sat, curled on the couch. Maybe this is why Nico felt the sudden urge to ask a question. The question that he longed to ask Jason since they had met in his crypt.
“How did you die?” Silence. Jason looked at the 15 year old sitting next to him pensively.
“You don’t have to answer. Gods, that is such a personal question. I’m sorry I as-” Jason cut Nico off from his ramble.
“Yes, it is a personal question. Most people are too afraid to ask. Why aren’t you?” Jason’s walls were up. Only Damian had asked so bluntly, but he was Damian. Who did this kid think he was? This kid, as it happens, looked up to meet Jason’s cold gaze.
“You aren’t the first undead person I’ve met.” You aren’t the only one on this couch who has died. Jason took in a sharp breath.
“I was beaten with a crowbar to the brink of death and then exploded in an abandoned warehouse. By the Joker. I was your age.” He spat out his story quickly, like it was shameful. Jason waited for Nico to recoil away from him. Nico didn’t even wince. He just tilted his head, and tentatively grabbed Jason’s hand.
“That is awful. I am sorry that happened. Is that why you…” Nico gestured around, indicating the thunderstorm. Jason nodded.
“It reminds me of the explosion.” Nico nodded along, and blurted out, “When I was younger, I was in a hotel when it was struck by lightning. I lost my mother that night.” Jason just stared at Nico, truly taking in how young the boy was. The entire time that his family had been running into Nico, he had seemed older, even in the crypt. But at this moment, he was just a scared little kid. Before anything else could be said, Jason enveloped Nico in a hug. The latter had tensed, before melting into the embrace. That was the best sleep that either had achieved in a while.
*****
Cass woke early, as is usual. She had decided to check in on Nico after his first night. After seeing his bed empty, she slinked down the stairs, on her way to the Cave to check footage, when she heard breathing in the living room. When she poked her head in, she grinned at what she saw. Jason and Nico, curled up on the couch, Jason in a protective shell around Nico. Breathing softly. At peace. Unguarded. She joined them.
*****
They were woken up by soft cooing, and several hushed shushes. As Nico’s eyes creaked open, he was made aware of the two masses touching his body. One huge, protective cage, and another, which was curled up, akin to a cat. Jason and Cass. More cooing and even more shushing drew his attention to the large group watching them. It consisted of Dick cooing, Duke and Steph shushing, Damian tting, and Bruce and Tim being zombies. As soon as Jason first began to stir, he greeted Dick with his middle finger, and muttered about him being “a fuckin’ sap.” Cass just grinned and leapt off the couch and made her way to the kitchen. She gave Alfred a quick hug as he joined them all in the living room.
“Good morning Master Nico, Master Jason. I am glad you both slept well. Breakfast has been prepared, and is awaiting you in the dining room.”
Nico groggily nodded his thanks, and rose from the couch. Fighting the dizziness, he made his way after Cass, and the assembled crowd joined him, clambering to see who’d reach the kitchen first (second, after Cass).
Notes:
Here we are! More than 10k! Woot! Thank y’all for sticking around!!!
I have really appreciated the people in the comments, y’all give me motivation (and sometimes ideas!), and I always appreciate more :)
I firmly believe that both Tim and Bruce cannot function in the morning until at least three cups of coffee have been consumed.
Chapter 11: Breakfast and Tea
Summary:
The Waynes have breakfast, and then Nico and Alfred have a little heart-to-heart
Notes:
Hello! I am alive! SO sorry for dropping off the map with no warning; life to be silly sometimes. But I am back, and am determined to keep my weekly schedule once again!
BTW - I have started to go back and edit; I will let y’all know if huge things change :)
I did indeed struggle with this chapter, but I hope you enjoy.
TW - mention of eating disorders/just struggling with food
More specific TWs in end notes
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Eventually, the family filed into the dining room, and feasted on the buffet spread that Alfred had laid out for them (though Bruce and Tim only started to collect food after at least one cup of coffee was consumed). It reminded Nico of camp; the way everyone fought over food even though there was clearly enough for everyone. It was… nice.
“So, Nico. You’ve officially survived your first day at Wayne Manor. How are you feeling?” Steph mimed shoving a microphone at Nico’s face. He awarded her with a small smile, and pretended to be deep in thought. Honestly? There’s been no judgement, no incidents, and no attempts on my life. I can handle a few questions, those are to be expected.
“Well Steph, as hard as it has been, I am doing alright.” The entire table’s faces split into grins (if Damian’s was a scowl and Tim’s was forced, well, that’s no one’s business, is it?).
“I am so glad you’ve felt at home here, Nico.” Bruce took another sip of his coffee as he expressed his relief. Okay, that is stretching it. Nico mused, recalling how he truly just said “I am doing alright,” not “YES I LOVE THIS PLACE.” Yet he did soak in the love that surrounded him, like a warm embrace, as he picked at his breakfast.
“So, Nico, I was thinking that the boys could show you around a bit today.” Bruce’s words commanded attention from the entire table. “It is a big house, after all.” Nico nodded, and the boys had varying levels of excitement on their faces. Bruce continued on to say, “And then we can sort out some necessities, like your education, and getting you set up with a phone.” Nico’s semi-real smile faded into a fully forced one as he continued to nod his assent.
The meal continued with casual chatter, and Alfred finally cleared their plates. Before Nico could escape to his room (and prepare for the day of forced bonding), Alfred pulled him aside.
“Master Nico, would you be willing to have some tea with me before you are whisked away?”
“Um… sure?” At his agreement, Alfred led Nico to the kitchen, where he pulled out a kettle and some tea options.
“Do you know what you’d prefer?” Nico scanned the tea bags set before him, and was at a loss.
“To be honest Alfred, I am not very well versed in tea.” The butler smiled, and selected one for them both.
“A mild peppermint for today then. Maybe we can explore more together at a later date.” Nico felt honored by the invitation.
“That would be nice, thank you.” Alfred put the kettle on, and Nico sat at the island in the middle of the kitchen, playing with his ring as he waited. Once the kettle started to whistle, Alfred poured them both a cup, and sat down across from Nico.
“Master Nico, I have noticed that you do not seem to…” Alfred sipped his tea as he searched for the correct words. “You don’t seem to eat nearly enough food.” Nico froze mid-sip. Alfred put his teacup down and searched Nico’s eyes with his own.
“You do not owe me an explanation nor a justification. I just wanted to know if there is anything I can do to make it easier for you to get the nourishment you need.” Nico had a lump in his throat. He tried to banish it with a sip of tea, but that only seemed to make it worse. Alfred resumed his sipping as Nico tried to supply him with a response.
“Well, I… It’s not…” Nico’s hands swirled around the saucer under his cup, playing with the edges. “It’s not an eating disorder.” He went back to twisting his ring. “It’s not like it’s a punishment or anything, I just… got out of the habit of eating at normal times, and I mean, I have my own stash of food, so I’m not gonna die of malnourishment or anything…” He trailed off. Alfred’s eyes had a kind twinkle to them as he gently pushed back on Nico’s words.
“Master Nico, what does your stash consist of?” Nico thought for a moment.
“Um, a lot of nuts, some beans, I think I’ve got some jerky…”
“That is not enough to live off of.” Alfred’s voice held an air of finality.
“Now. is there anything I can do to make it more likely that you will eat more? A section of the refrigerator, perhaps, that you may take from at any time? Frankly, you may take anything you wish from this kitchen if that pleases you.” Nico was stunned.
“I might take you up on that, thank you.” Alfred smiled, finished his tea, and bussed both teacups.
“Would you like me to still serve you at mealtimes? If you cannot finish it, I’ll save your portion for later. It may be good to try and get you back on a normal schedule.” Alfred washed the dishes as he spoke, and Nico was almost overwhelmed with the flexibility that the man was giving him.
“That sounds amazing, thank you, Alfred.” The butler turned away from the dishes in the sink for a moment.
“You are quite welcome, my boy.” He turned back to his task, and told him, “You should go get ready for the day. You are bound to be busy with the boys today.” Nico smiled, thanked Alfred once again, for the talk and the tea, and headed up to his room.
He had had about a half hour of sketching and theorizing about how he ended up in Gotham and Dead Jason Number Two before he heard a knock on his door. He sighed. Let the socializing begin.
Notes:
TW - Nico talks to Alfred about his struggles with food, mentioning in passing how he doesn’t think of it as an ED.
I hope this was passable! Thanks so much for reading this, and as always, I appreciate comments :)
See you in a week or less (I reiterate: SO SORRY I SCREWED THAT UP)
Chapter 12: Suspicions and... Bonding?
Summary:
Tim and Damian spend time with Nico. Discoveries are made.
Notes:
Hey y'all! Hope everyone is doing well. This chapter was both easy and hard to write. It feels a bit awkward. I don't know if that is because the characters feel awkward (because it's forced family fun etc), or if the writing is off. Please let me know (I'll do an editing sweep later). Anyways enjoy!
TW - Sharp object, Small disassociation/freak out (as per usual, more details in end notes)
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Nico pulled open the door to reveal Tim Drake in his doorway. He had been expecting Dick or Jason first, but not Tim.
“Uh, hey.” Tim gave him an expensive smile in response.
“Hi Nico.” They stayed like that for a few beats. Staring at each other across the doorway. Finally, Nico broke the eye contact.
“So. What are we doing for this… thing?”
“I was thinking that we could hang in the… computer lab or something.” Nico’s heartbeat spiked.
“There’s a computer lab?” Tim snorted.
“Oh yeah. Here, I’ll show you.” He motioned for Nico to follow him as he made his way down several flights of stairs. Nico followed, but protested.
“I’m not great with computers. Or tech at all, really. Just so you know.”
“Oh, that’s fine. I don’t care.” They went through the library, and down one more flight of stairs. The space opened up to reveal an honest-to-goodness college grade computer lab. Nico was fucked .
“So… now what?” His fingers found his skull ring, repeating the soothing motion. Tim gave him a grin.
“ Now we fuck some people up.” Nico blinked. That is decidedly not what he’d expected to come out of Tim’s mouth.
“How?” When Tim sat down at the closest computer and logged on, it opened to many extremely organized tabs. Around fifteen tab groups. All labeled with two letters. Initials maybe? Either way, Nico’s thoughts were interrupted by Tim clicking on one labeled VV. A woman’s face showed up as around ten tabs appeared. Tim looked at Nico over his shoulder.
“This is Victoria Vale. She’s a photojournalist. She’s honestly not too bad, but she crosses lines. Especially with us. You should watch out for her.” He tacked on as Nico nodded. Tim clicked to a different tab, which seemed to be some sort of social media site. He simply typed Hey, does anyone remember when Vicki Vale stalked Damian Wayne as he made his way home from school? Am I alone in thinking that’s fucked up? I mean he’s just a kid, and hadn’t really adjusted yet to Gotham. and watched chaos ensue. Being satisfied, he spun his chair.
“Now it’s your turn.” Nico blinked.
“Uhm… who?” Tim stood, and motioned for Nico to sit.
“Any of them. Take your pick.” Nico sat. He gingerly scrolled across the top of the screen, praying to the Hephaestus, Athena, Iris, and the Gods in general that this broadcasting of his position did not result in immediate attacks. He randomly clicked a group of tabs, titled JDx2 . Tim scrambled to click on a different person.
“Oh um… maybe just… not that one.” Nico had already seen the names before Tim fixed his mistake. Jack and Janet Drake.
*****
After that, Nico got into a digital back and forth with Lex Luthor. He had to admit, it was fun. But eventually they had to go back up so that Nico could be passed off to the next kid. And his anxiety crept in. Hades, I was on a computer. Shit. Hades is my father for… well, his sake. Am I stupid? Suicidal? Damn it all. Cazzo.
“Are you okay Nico?” Tim had stopped. Because they’d made it to Nico’s room; Nico hadn’t noticed.
“Hmmm? Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for the uhhh… lesson in cyberbullying? It was fun.” Tim smiled.
“Yeah, it is. Honestly, you’re a natural.” Nico did not know what to do with that.
“Well, thanks? I’m gonna… prepare for the next activity?” Tim nodded and started to leave. “Oh wait! Tim, do you know who the next one is gonna be with?” Tim grimaced.
“I think you’ve got Damian next. Good luck. And uh… watch out for the mouth. He bites.” Well that’s reassuring.
*****
It had been around ten minutes before Nico’s room was invaded. He had barely finished up a quick Iris Message to Leo begging for tech dampeners when his door opened and Damian Wayne strutted up to his bed. Nico shot up and hopped out of bed.
“Uh hey Damian. Why exactly are you in my room?” Damian crossed his arms and looked up at Nico with an upturned lip.
“ Tt. There has been a request for me to… bond with you.” Nico blinked.
“I… I know. I just am wondering why you are in my room.” Damian cocked his head to the side, contemplating the disconnect between the question and his answer. Nico sighed.
“You know what? Never mind. Just knock next time, please?” Damian wrinkled his nose but nodded in acknowledgement. He then grabbed Nico’s wrist and dragged him out of his room. Nico’s breath hitched, and his head started to swim. Breathe. Breathe stronzo! Non uccido- a small hand snapped in front of his face.
“-di Angelo! Law Samaht, return from your mind.”
“I’m back. Was that Arabic?” Damian looked caught off guard for once.
“Yes, it is. What triggered your… episode?” Nico raised an eyebrow.
“Why?” Damian snorted and muttered something under his breath.
“So that it does not happen again.”
“Oh. Uh… you grabbing my wrist.” Damian looked at him like he was trying to decipher his soul.
“Noted. Now, would you like to accompany me to my room so that we can get this bonding endeavor over with?” Nico chuckled and nodded.
“Are you fluent in Arabic?” Nico asked as they started to walk. Damian put his nose in the air.
“It is my first language.” Nico’s eyebrows raised.
“Really? That’s cool. I learned it for a friend.” Damian choked.
“ You are fluent in Arabic?”
“ Aywa; Al loghato al arabyia jameelah. ” Damian’s lips turned up a little bit. The pair reached Damian’s room quickly (as it was just a few doors down from Nico’s), and Damian opened the door to reveal an impressive setup to Nico. A large part of the room had been sectioned off with the intention of painting.
“I like to paint. Would you like to join me?” Damian seemed less stiff as he sat at one of the easels. Nico joined him.
“Sure.” They painted silently next to each other. Nico had always been more of a sketcher, but he had fun. He was scanning the room for inspiration when a ninjatō hastily shoved on top of a shelf caught his eye.
“Hey Damian?” He didn’t even look up from his painting.
“Mmm?”
“Do you do a martial art or something?” Damian snorted.
“In a sense. Why do you ask, di Angelo?”
“There’s a ninjatō in your room.” Now Damian looked up. He followed Nico’s eyeline, and winced ever so slightly.
“Ah. Yes.” He paused. “Would you like to see it?” Nico looked at Damian, his eyes glowing with excitement.
“Can I?” Damian stood and went to grab it. He then brought it back and presented it to Nico. Nico gently took it from his grasp and unsheathed it. The ninjatō was in perfect condition. Straight edge, shining, sharp enough to cut through a body like butter.
“It’s beautiful,” He breathed. “Thank you for allowing me to touch it.” Damian nodded, and took the ninjatō back from Nico, and carefully set it on a stand that was on his shelf.
“How did you know it was not a katana?” Nico looked almost affronted.
“I like swords. Also, a ninjatō is definitely not a katana. It has a straight blade! And was historically used by ninjas, not samurai like a katana was.” Damian tried and failed to wipe the smile off his face.
“Indeed.” He moved to his door, and motioned for Nico to follow.
“Come. Richard will collect you in approximately five minutes.” He walked Nico back to his room and then returned to his own. That was kind of fun, I guess? he thought, but then he shook his head. No. I’ve got to keep my guard up. I’ve got to be ready to leave. Do NOT get attached, for Hades’ sake.
Notes:
TW - Damian and Nico talk about swords (tho if this is a trigger, idk if this fic is for you, just a warning. Be safe and kind to yourself <3), Nico has a reaction to Nico grabbing his wrist
Translations (loosely. Also I am not fluent in any language to follow, so take with a grain of salt):
Cazzo - dick (literal translation), shit, fuck (what it is used as normally) (Italian)
Stronzo - asshole, piece of shit (Italian)
Non uccido - I don’t kill (Italian, poorly conjugated)
Law Samaht - Please (Arabic, in latin characters)
Aywa; Al loghato al arabyia jameelah - Yes, the Arabic language is beautiful (Arabic, in latin characters)If any of these are wrong, please let me know :)
Okay so fun fact: DAMIAN'S SWORDS ARE NOT KATANAS. THEY ARE NINJATŌS AND I AM NOW VERY PASSIONATE ABOUT THIS
Also I resisted the urge to write "Damian struggled to reach for his ninjatō, so Nico came over to help. Neither one, even when working together, could reach it."
I think I had more to say, but I cannot remember (might edit later).
Comments give me life (kudos too) :) I truly love hearing your thoughts (and seriously, if you want things included, let me know).
EDIT 1/8/25: hey y’all. Next chapter has been written. I was gonna post it yesterday/today (it’s just past midnight) but ran out of time. Imma post it tomorrow/today, I promise!!!
Chapter 13: Bonding and Blunders
Summary:
Dick and Jason take their turns with Nico, and silly things happen. Hades also makes a small appearance.
Notes:
Hey y'all! I kinda hate this, but y'all deserve something (and I'm trying to be better at being on time). I'll come back later and edit heavily.
By some miracle, I don't believe there are any TWs for this chapter (let me know if I am wrong)
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Dick Grayson’s approach was different from his siblings’. When he reached Nico’s room and knocked, he didn’t have a destination or activity in mind.
“Hey Neeks, ready to explore the manor?” Nico blinked, but nodded his assent.
“Yeah, that’d be nice.” He stopped as he crossed his threshold. “Don’t call me ‘Neeks’ though.” Dick processed this.
“Okay, sure Nicky.” Before Nico had time to protest, Dick started down the hall. “Come on, we’ve got a lot of ground to cover.” Nico jogged to catch up to the oldest Wayne boy.
“So this is the family hall, as you know. If you ever wanna invite anyone over, they’d stay in the guest wing. We’ll go see that in a few minutes.” Dick stated comfortably. After thinking for a few seconds, he added,“or your room, if you want.”
Who would I invite? Will? Maybe. Percy? …nah. Jason? Honestly, I probably cou- Nico sucked in a breath.
“Yeah, I probably won’t. Thanks though.” Dick shrugged it off, and led Nico into the main hall on the second floor. He started pointing out specific rooms.
“So that’s B’s office. Really pretentious. He barely uses it.” He leaned in, and dramatically whispered, “Tim is the business man in the family.”
Nico snorted a laugh, that makes sense. Dick grinned at being able to get a reaction from the younger boy, and continued the tour. He dragged Nico on a carefully crafted tour of the entire house, commenting on small things.
Third floor spiral staircase number two: “Oh yeah, Tim chipped that banister with his skateboard once. Alfred was not happy that he tried to hide both the scuff and the scraped knees. Mostly the knees.”
The ballroom: “I think that’s the seventh chandelier. And I only broke, like… five of them. The other two were on Damian and Jason!”
Essentially every other gothic decor (in every room): “Yeah, that’s from Bruce’s depression era. It started when he was like eight. Understandable, but it’s lasted for like forty fucking years. I didn’t use my parents’ death as an excuse to…” Cue a long and convoluted rant about how Bruce is an overdramatic idiot. Nico didn’t mind. He enjoyed it. Dick Grayson was… a safe person.
In between the silly comments on the Manor, Dick and Nico chatted. The conversations were random, but comfortable.
“So Nicky, how’s Gotham treated you so far?”
“I mean, I honestly like it here.” Dick couldn’t hold in his laugh. It echoed around the ballroom as they kept the tour going.
“That’s gotta be a first. ‘Honestly, I like it here.’ said by an outsider. You’re absolutely insane.” Nico smiled.
“Well that’s on brand for me.”
“Oh yeah, you’ll fit in great here. Not only do you have the hair, the tragic backstory, but you’ve also got the mindset. It’s a wonder B let you even spend the night CPS.”
“Oh so we all are fully fucked then? Not just you and me?” Before Dick could respond, Nico added, “Well actually, I’m sure Jason’s got loads of baggage from dying, and I can see Damian having something up there, but Cass, Steph and Duke?” Dick’s usual smooth movement stuttered, but he recovered quickly.
“Dude, what the fuck ?” Nico gave him a sheepish look.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t assu-”
“Why do you think Jason died?” Shit. Nico floundered for an excuse.
“Oh, I mean… I don’t live under a rock? Like… isn’t it common knowledge that he is or was legally dead?”
“Sure. That’s fair, I guess.” Dick huffed before continuing. “But that doesn’t mean that he actually died. It was a witness protection kind of situation.” Nico called bullshit, but wasn’t going to question Dick, so he just nodded along. But Dick wasn’t done with trying to cover his brother’s ass quite yet.
“Also if he’d actually died, how would he be here? People don’t come back from the dead,” he claimed with false levity. Nico was about to laugh out loud.
“Oh I figured, I just meant that, like… if you’re put in witness protection, some bad stuff happened.” Nico was proud of the fact that his response left Dick looking cowed.
“Ah, yeah.” As they started to make their way back to Nico’s room, the normal light conversation resumed. That was a close call . Unfortunately for everyone, Hades seemed to agree.
*****
Just as Dick left Nico to himself in his room, Hades’ voice echoed within his head. “Nico.”
“Father.” He slid down to the floor, head in his hands in an attempt to alleviate the pain.
“How has life been with the mortals?” Nico groaned.
“It is highly difficult to operate here.” He hesitated before asking, “Why must I stay?” Hearing a God scoff in your head is… abrasive.
“Surely you have noticed there are odd qualities of this family.” It’s not like I’ve ever had a normal family to compare them to, but sure. “They will be… helpful to you very soon.”
“How?”
“We will continue this conversation another time, in person. A dead man is walking towards your door. Stay safe Nicolò.” And then his voice was gone. That being said, it still rang through Nico’s head as Jason Todd knocked on his door.
“Hey, Nico! You ready for more of the tour?” He sighed, and opened his door. Jason looked him up and down, raised an eyebrow, and snorted. “Damn, you look like a mess. What did the Dickhead do to you?” Nico groaned softly.
“Just a headache. Where to?” Jason gave him a sympathetic grimace before leading him back to the library that he briefly went through with Tim. When they arrived, Jason pushed open the doors, and gestured dramatically.
“This is my favorite room in the house. And I know you’ve got dyslexia, but there’s some cool shit in here to help with that.” Leading him through the stacks, Jason pointed out some of his favorites, and Nico asked genuine questions. It was kind of pissing him off how much he actually liked these people.
“... And that’s why Hamlet made the conscious choice to become the fool of his own story.”
“Hey, Jason, are there any books in other languages in here?” Jason grinned, and took him to a different section of the library.
“Here. Sorted by language. We have some ancient stuff too, but no one can really… read them.” Nico’s eyes widened, and he started sifting through the ancient works. He let out a breath as he found the writings in Ancient Greek. He took out a significant stack, and sorted through those as well. Some looked interesting, others less so. He came across a copy of the last few prophecies, and he asked Jason to burn it. He looked taken aback, but agreed anyway.
“So… I feel like this has an obvious answer, but can you read Ancient Greek?” Nico nodded.
“Better than I can speak English, actually.”
“That’s cool, kid.” Nico blushed.
“Thank you for showing me the library. It’s nice here.” Jason went to ruffle his hair, but Nico ducked out of the way, and he took the hint.
“C’mon. Duke’s still gotta torture you, then you’ve gotta face Big Bad B.” They made their way back to Nico’s room. Before Jason could leave, Nico realized he forgot to tell Jason about his conversation with Dick.
“Wait, Jason!” Jason stopped.
“Yeah?”
“Uh, Dick tried to convince me you didn’t die. Just so you know, I guess?” Jason snorted and shook his head.
“Yeah, thanks. That was my bad; I didn’t tell ‘em you knew.” Jason paused, lost in thought. “Actually, how did you know?”
Notes:
Welp, there it is. Apologies for the lazy cliffhanger.
I actually have a question for y'all: What should I name this? "Lovely Word Vomit" is a moniker I gave it because... that's what it is. But, I'd like an actual name at some point, so what do you think?
As per usual, I live off comments (like most ao3 writers), and would love to hear your thoughts <3
Chapter 14: Past and Future
Summary:
Nico deals with/encounters some stuff from his past, and Bruce helps him plan the future.
Notes:
Okay, before anything else, I need to thank Discount_Emo for the help. This would have genuinely taken around another week without you (everyone thank them in the comments).
This is an extra long one as an apology for being a day late.
Timeline, what timeline? I based it off of Nico's age after BoO, which was a mistake. Just don't think about it.
Anyway, hope you enjoy!
No Tws I don't think!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
I’m an idiot, Nico berated himself for opening himself up to questioning. Dick not knowing that I knew that Jason was dead doesn’t warrant warning Jason about it. He scoured his brain for a plausible explanation that didn’t fully expose his world. All he could find were fuzzy and fractured thoughts, the lingering effects of a God in his head. His mind was on fire, and it was a miracle he was still functioning .
“Nico?” Jason had closed in on him now, reiterating his question. “How did you know I was dead, just by seeing me in the mausoleum?” The mausoleum! Nico could work with that, even with a pounding headache.
“You defaced an entombment with the words ‘I’m back.’ It wasn’t an odd conclusion to come to.”
Jason mouthed the word entombment in confusion because who the fuck casually knows what the that is, and tried to rebut this line of reasoning.
“But people don’t just… come back from the dead.” Nico just shot him a cold glare.
“This is Gotham,” Nico said with a scoff. “I wouldn’t be surprised if other people in this house have died at least once.” He spoke with such casualness that Jason was forced to double take. Before Jason could collect himself, Nico just turned to go to his room, and told Jason that he needed some time to himself before Duke showed up.
“Alright kid. See ya later.” And with that, Nico was left gloriously alone. For all of five minutes
*****
Duke Thomas seemed overall inoffensive but boring. Kind, but inconsequential. He almost immediately proved Nico’s observations wrong. Duke had knocked, smiled apologetically, and took Nico to his room, promising that he knew that Nico’s had a long day, and that his little activity would be short. Immediately upon entering, Nico noticed a paper letter open on his desk. Unthinkingly, he picked it up to read. When Duke noticed, Nico readied himself to apologize for prying, but Duke just smiled.
“That’s from my friends at the We Are Robin movement. It’s always nice to know how they’re doing.” Nico continued to read. It was just a normal letter about silly things. Some seriousness mixed in, but mostly an update from friend to friend.
“What’s We Are Robin?”
“Oh yeah, I forgot you aren’t a Gothamite, my bad. There was a time when Batman… sort of disappeared. And, well, Gotham needed protecting. So we took matters into our own hands.” Nico put down the letter and started to move over to where Duke was, when something caught his eye. Something he hadn’t interacted with in a long time.
“So Duke, you uh… collect cards?” Nico tried to keep his cool as his eyes skated over the decks upon decks of many different games.
“Hmmm? Oh, yeah. It’s a hobby,” Duke hummed as he looked back at Nico. “I was planning on a puzzle, but if you want to play something, I’m in.” Nico’s hands shook ever so slightly as he reached for a deck of Mythomagic cards.
“Is Mythomagic okay?”
Duke grinned, “Man, I haven’t played that in a while! This is gonna be so fun!” No, Nico concluded with a small smile, Duke Thomas is neither inconsequential nor boring.
*****
After a few rounds, Duke noticed Nico opening up a bit. He seemed… younger, to be frank. His nose scrunched when Duke played a good card, and when Nico was winning, giggles escaped his throat almost freely. Duke grinned. He had gotten the new kid to open up! Duke liked this Nico, the one whose emotions could be read plainly on his face. It helped that they both loved Mythomagic and were an even match. It took concentration to try and eek out a victory. Both of their competitive streaks surfaced, and they played for hours. Nico’s head gradually stopped pounding, and he just enjoyed the game.
The boys had been so enthralled in the card game that neither noticed their observer. Bruce stopped in the doorway, reluctant to break up their Mythomagic tournament. He cleared his throat, and Nico twitched. Duke just looked up at him pleadingly.
“Oh come on, B. He’s only won one more round than me!” Nico gave a triumphant smile. This only seemed to fuel Duke’s desperation even more. “Give me a chance!”
“Sorry Chum, Nico and I have to work out some important stuff. Maybe you can play again tomorrow?” Nico’s smile faltered.
Duke sighed in defeat. “Okay. It’s been fun, Nico.”
Nico plastered on a small smile, and told him, “Likewise.”
As Duke put away the cards, Nico followed Bruce out of Duke’s room, and into the unremarkable, unused office that Dick had pointed out on his tour.
*****
“So, Nico,” Bruce smiled, rifling through some papers. “We started this conversation in the car ride to the manor.” Nico nodded, trying desperately to recall what exactly he had said.
“You mentioned dyslexia, autism, ADHD, depression, claustrophobia and PTSD.” Bruce read off of one of the papers now littering his desk. Nico grimaced, twisting his ring as he pondered how to explain it all to Bruce.
“But we can discuss those as a whole later.” Nico let out the breath he hadn’t been aware he had been holding. “Right now we should talk about your education.” Di immortales. That might be worse.
Bruce plowed on. “There are many different options. We could have you take online school at home-”
“Ah, what are the other options?” Even if Nico was planning on acquiring Leo’s tech dampeners soon, that did not mean that this 1930s boy was fully comfortable with technology.
“Well, you can go to Gotham Academy with Tim, Duke, and Damian-” Bruce paused, “And Stephanie as well.” Nico nodded, considering his options.
“Keep in mind, your accommodations might be easier if we do an online at-home option.” Bruce gently reminded him. Nico just blinked.
“What accommodations?” Now it was Bruce’s turn to blink in confusion.
“Oh. I’m sorry for assuming, but you’ve got a handful of learning disabilities. So I came to the conclusion that you needed accommodations for school. Is that incorrect?”
“Ah. That’s a reasonable assumption, I guess. But no, I’m fine, thanks.” Accommodations? Nah, he could fend for himself just fine.
“Okay. I’ll trust you,” Bruce made sure to look deep into Nico’s eyes. “But if anything starts to be overwhelming, or difficult in a way it shouldn’t be, tell me. We’ll figure it out.” Nico nodded his assent, a little touched. Bruce, appeased by Nico’s promise, began to finalize.
“I’m sure Gotham Academy would take you now if I called, but do you want to join classes in the middle of March?” At Nico’s aggressive head shake, Bruce continued, “I assumed not. Why not wait until fall? That way you can get adjusted here as well.” Nico grinned, this was the best case scenario. Bruce scribbled down a few sentences and crossed off an item on a list.
Clearing his throat, he kept the ball rolling. “Speaking of getting adjusted here, we will have to host a gala soon, to welcome you to the family.” Nico, who had been nodding along with Bruce’s words, stopped suddenly.
“I’m sorry, we have to what? ”
Bruce winced. “It’s one of the… unfortunate side effects of being a public figure.” Nico raised his eyebrow, and Bruce sighed. “I know. We all hate them.”
Nico mirrored Bruce’s look of defeat, and reluctantly asked, “When would this gala be?”
“At the latest, a week from today. The reporters are already hounding us for information.” Bruce gave him a sympathetic look. “We’ll be there with you the whole time.”
“...Okay. What’s next on your agenda?”
If Bruce was taken aback by either Nico’s willingness to attend the gala or his observation of the list, he did not show it. “Next we have medical records.” Oh, this is gonna be fun.
Bruce handed Nico a file. “Here’s what I have so far.” It was an entirely blank page with Nico’s name at the top, with a date (presumably a hospital admission? Nico wasn’t sure). “As you can see, there is nothing.”
Nico’s lips pressed into a thin line as he handed the paper back to Bruce. “What do you mean, it’s full with my shots, check-ups, and stuff.” Father, Hestia, Hecate, anyone. I beg of you. Let this mortal’s eyes be misted over. Nico’s desperate prayer bore fruit. Bruce’s eyes widened, and he scanned the page up and down, waiting for it all to disappear.
“But, I could’ve sworn… Never mind.” He gave Nico a bit of a forced smile. “I’ll digitize these later.” He made a big show of checking this off his agenda. “Thanks for being so cooperative, Nico. I’m sorry for dragging you away from your game with Duke.”
“Oh, it’s no trouble Mr. Wayne.” Nico rose from his seat cautiously, ready to plop back down in case Bruce wanted to keep talking. “Is it okay if I go lie down now? It’s been an exhausting day.”
Bruce nodded absentmindedly. “Yes, that’s fine Nico. Alfred will let you know when dinner is ready, and I’m sure no one would blame you if you ate in your room.” Nico nodded his thanks, and sped to his room, where he collapsed on the bed.
Meanwhile, Bruce grabbed the suspicious medical file and made his way down to the Cave, where he intended to digitize them, and make another attempt at finding out who Nico di Angelo was.
Notes:
Wooo! Here we are! That was a doozy.
I have many thoughts, but what are yours'? what do you think should happen at the gala? What will Bruce find?
As always, thanks for joining my wild ride, and I live off comments :)
Chapter 15: Confusion and Lost Faith
Summary:
Dick and Bruce reflect on their newest addition. How smart was this impulse adoption for their family?
Notes:
Hello good people! I am so so sorry for the delay, and the meh quality of this installation. Life... lifed :(. Anyway, I hope you enjoy, and you should get in the habit of thanking Discount_Emo for me getting anything out semi-regularly.
No TWs this chapter I don't think!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Dick went down to the Batcave to think. Specifically, he sought out the trapeze that B had installed for him way back when he had just started as Robin. It helped focus him, the feeling of both of his families surrounding him. And by God, Dick needed time to think. Nico di Angelo confused the hell out of him. What do I do? Dick breathed in, and swung off the platform. He knows things he shouldn’t. Soaring through the air. But he’s a kid. A kid who’s traumatized, alone in Gotham. A successful catch. An exhale. What the hell am I supposed to do? Demand that he leave? Back on the platform. Inhale. Repeat. Damnit. To protect the family, or expand it? Ultimately, that wasn’t his choice. It was Bruce’s. Trust B. Be nice to the kid, and trust B. Exhale.
After about a half an hour, Dick was ready to hit the showers. But before he could make his way out of the Cave, the Big Bat himself slunk in.
“Hey, B. Whatcha doing? Jay, Tim, and Cass’ve got patrol covered.” Bruce made his way over to the Batcomputer, and responded to Dick with one of his patented grunts. Dick gasped, as if B had just cussed him out.
“ B! I see something is bothering you, but there is no need for such language!” He clutched his heart dramatically, and draped himself across the back of Bruce’s chair. “Now. What’s up.”
Bruce sighed, clacking away on the keyboard. “I just had a chat with Nico. His records are… odd.” While Dick didn’t drop the theatrics, he did focus in.
“Odd in what way?”
Bruce snorted as he started clicking through documents. “That’s the thing. They were already odd because they had nothing. Not a single vaccination or check up, or birth record on his medical records. Half of the things he listed as being diagnosed with also weren’t on there. His educational records are nonexistent. Absolutely no clue where he’s lived for the past years. There’s quite literally nothing on him.” Dick blinked, processing this information, as Bruce went on. “But then, when I showed him his medical records, he handed them back, telling me that it had all of his required information. Which would be laughable except it just appeared . And then it started shifting around, shimmering. It was just… weird. Suspicious.”
Dick nodded, this whole thing made no sense. The kid was sleeping in a mausoleum, successfully avoided four Birds, had an odd phone call in an alley, he knew Jason had died, and now his records seemed not only fake, but enchanted. But what scared Dick the most was the fact that this random person was supposedly running into his family on accident, multiple times. Nico made no sense.
But then again, Nico made perfect sense. He had no where to go, so he shacked up in a graveyard
but then how did he get an apartment
, he had a PTSD episode triggered by Poison Ivy
but what gave him that PTSD
, and just had a habit of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. No, even if Dick had sympathy for the kid, he had to admit, he seemed sketchy.
Bruce kept plunging deep into the Batcomputer for about an hour, with Dick looking over his shoulder. Eventually, Alfred intervened.
“Master Bruce, Master Dick. I must insist that you retire soon.”
Bruce didn’t even look up as Dick answered absentmindedly. “We’ll be up in a few, Alfred. Promise.”
Alfred raised an eyebrow and made amused eye contact with Dick. “Please make sure it is a few minutes, and not a few hours.” They both nodded, and Alfred left them to their search. Around a half hour later, Dick attempted to enforce Alfred’s wishes.
“B, we should probably head up.”
“How is there nothing on him?” Bruce growled, frustrated. “Not a single thing before he shows up in Gotham. Even that information is limited. In this day and age-”
“B, I know. ” Dick put his hand on Bruce’s shoulder. “But you need sleep. And I don’t think this can be resolved tonight anyway.” Before Bruce could even try and object, Dick tacked on, “Besides, I think the only way to get answers is to get Nico himself to tell us. Which he won’t do without trust. ”
Bruce grumbled and kvetched for a bit, but eventually the two lapsed into a comfortable silence as they climbed the stairs. After saying goodnight to Bruce, Dick hesitated before entering his own room. With a sigh, he turned around and drifted back down the hall. Eventually, he stopped, and knocked quietly on Tim’s door. The door cracked open, and Tim sighed softly.
“What do you need, Dick?”
Dick took a breath before admitting, “I think you may have been right about Nico.”
Notes:
And there it is! I WILL be timely next time, I promise! And longer!
On a different topic, I still need a name for this fic. I've gotten a few ideas in the comments, and they are good (and under consideration), but I still haven't found one yet.
I also will start editing the earlier chapters soon, and will let you know if anything major changes!
So let me know your thoughts (title, fic, anything)! I feed off comments :)
Chapter 16: Prophecies, Dreams, and Monsters: The Classic Demigod Experience
Summary:
A quick look at Camp Half-Blood! Tim and Dick discuss Nico. Nico dreams. All in all, a very demigodly chapter!
Notes:
Okay. So, I said I'd be timely. Over six months later: I have no excuse. None. I was not hit by the ao3 author's curse. I am fine. I am truly sorry.
This is not my best work, but it broke the writer's block, so amen to that!
It was beta-ed by the lovely Dicount-Emo, who has been a genuine lifesaver for the millionth time.
Anywho, I hope you enjoy, and I once again apologize for the wait.
CWs: Vague sickness, some violence (more details in end notes as per usual).
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Life at Camp Half-Blood had been surprisingly dull, thank the Gods (not that they were really to thank for this, per se). The infirmary was still overrun, but not with any life-threatening injuries, so Will spent his time patching up scrapes and doling out allergy meds. He was able to be calm, to relax. Will absolutely hated it. Sure, the break was nice, but at least busyness and urgency would have distracted him from the fact that his boyfriend was in one of the most dangerous cities in the world, alone and grieving.
Jason’s death had hit them all hard. Even outside of the people who were closest to him, he was a comforting presence, a leader of the reform efforts, and therefore a symbol of hope. But Nico… Will knew how much Jason had meant to him. Jason had been one of the first people that made sure Nico understood that he was accepted and trusted and loved. Honestly, Will would always be grateful to Jason for being exactly what Nico needed. But he would never forgive him for leaving Nico. No matter how irrational or unfair, or how much Will knew he could never truly blame Jason for dying. Why did he have to be such a godsdamn hero?
Nico shied away after Jason’s death.
“I’m not safe to be around right now, Will.” Will only let Nico go because he suspected that his boyfriend just needed some time to process. Gods, if he had known that he wouldn’t see his boyfriend again for months, he would’ve insisted on coming with, or something. At least they still IMed. But Will missed his boyfriend.
*****
He had been finishing up in the infirmary when Clarisse La Rue stormed in, her eyes scanning the room before locking on him.
“Hey, glowstick! Emergency meeting at the Big House.” Will sighed. Well, this break has been nice, I guess. He quickly delegated some duties to Kayla and Austin, grabbed his bag, and turned back to Clarisse.
“Alright, let’s go.”
The two trudged over to the Big House in silence. Dread seemed to waft off of them both, mixed with a healthy dose of anticipation. By the time they took their seats at the ping pong table, everyone else had already filed in. Rachel had taken a seat next to Chiron, her eyes full of regret as she turned to Will. Even Mr. D had graced them with his presence. Chiron cleared his throat.
“There has been a prophecy.”
*****
“So. What did he do?” Tim had let Dick into his room, and sat at his desk, his laptop screen illuminating his face. Dick paced behind his brother, trying to decide what to start with.
“He gaslit Bruce. Successfully .”
Tim snorted and started typing. “And? That would make him a legend in Jason’s eyes. Yours’ too, usually.” Dick stopped his pacing for a moment, and explained the situation to Tim. The shifting documents, the holes in the story, the fact that the story was more hole than story. To his shock, Tim just nodded in agreement.
“See, this is what I meant when I said he shimmered. It’s like the air around him ripples, and obscures things.” Noting Dick’s raised eyebrow, Tim snapped, “I never said it made sense. That’s just what I can see.”
Dick raised his hands in surrender. “I believe you, Timmy.” Sitting down, he continued, “So, do we think he’s a meta?” Tim grimaced, fidgeting with the strings of his hoodie.
“I think it’s very likely. We can’t tell Bruce.”
“Besides the fact that Nico might need support, what about the fact that him being a meta could be a threat to us?”
Tim inhaled sharply. “Look, I know that’s been my main concern for the past several weeks has been our security, but honestly… He’s a kid.” Dick beamed at his brother’s words. “Still a threat,” Tim hastened to add, “But I also don’t want to get him kicked out without real reason.”
Dick nodded in agreement. “Let’s just keep an eye on him. For his sake as well as ours.”
“Alright.” Dick started to make his way out of his brother’s room, but hovered in the doorway.
“Tim?”
Tim looked up from his screen, cocking his head. “Mmm?”
“It might be worth actually trying to get to know him. You know, for the tactical advantage and all that.” Dick winked, before leaving Tim to his mountain of work.
*****
As soon as Nico had made his way upstairs after his
interrogation
meeting with Bruce, he was pulled into sleep. The day of forced bonding had been surprisingly enjoyable, but extremely exhausting. His dreams continued to torment him. He dreamed of the past; the wounds of war still scarred him. But, like most demigods, Nico’s mind was taken to the future. He stumbled through time, being pulled in every direction. Wings swooped in and out of his vision, slicing at him. He coughed, suddenly sick. Nico fell to his knees. He saw Thanatos towering over him.
“You are going to wish it was me you were dealing with.”
*****
He startled awake, panting. Nico barely had time to catch his breath before a girl climbed through his window.
“Oh my god! The Waynes are all so gorgeous! I mean, it would be amazing if I could have your number?”
Nico blinked. “I’m sorry, what?”
The girl bared her fangs. Wait- fangs? “Your number? Or you could just give me a taste- I mean a kiss.” The girl was closing in on him, and Nico was pretty certain he knew what was going on now.
“Sorry, I’m gay. And you,” He summoned his sword as she reached the foot of his bed, “Are an empousa.” He stabbed her through the chest as she snarled and screamed, before turning to dust.
He knew that the cyberbullying with Tim would have some consequences. Gods, I hope it’s just the empousa. Nico really needed to IM Leo as soon as possible for some of those dampeners he’d developed. But first, he needed to clean up the godsawful mess that the empousa dust had made.
Notes:
CW: Nico vaguely dreams of violence and sickness, and there is an empousa that shows up (and is slain).
There you have it! The chapter that took me over half a year to write. Genuinely so mad at myself, and so sorry to y'all. I can't promise weekly updates, but I pledge to try my very hardest to do so.
Also I reread all of my older stuff, and apologize for the writing. I'll go back and edit later. I now have a better understanding of writing and these characters (I am quite ashamed of how I have written Tim in the past. He's one of my faves, but also VERY hard to write for me).
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