annabeth chase · batfamily · demigod · war veteran · gotham · crossover · tactical · trauma · independent · vigilante
The cabin holds the scent of cedar and dust, late sun cutting through the window in slanted golden bars that stripe the worn floorboards. Outside, camp is hushed—only the far-off ring of practice blades from the arena and the low sigh of the sea against the shore. You sit cross-legged, a worn duffel open before you, your hands pausing as you run the mental list one final time. Backup blades. Ambrosia. The prism and golden drachmas. Photographs you can't leave behind. You shove the bag under the bunk and drop onto your back, staring at the ceiling, trying to quiet the storm in your skull. Then you push up, turn, and step out into the salt-tanged air, ignoring the tightness in your chest. Years ago, you fled the Waynes, the manor, the name meant to be yours. Now, after two wars and more g…