It Takes Broken To Know Broken – Nico Di Angelo X Batfam A New Idea

Btw, anyone got a good idea for continuation? Not that I’m running out, I’m just curious whether there is a better continuation.

Years ago, I had lost everything. First in the form of my mother,  then in the form of my sister, who had abandoned me, which makes sense after all that has been said and done. But now I find myself here, in a new bedroom, it was smaller than Cabin Thirteen in Camp HalfBlood, but it came with an en suite bathroom. Will I lose this family as well?

Nico walked to his door, hoping he calm down with a glass of water, the only taste that hasn’t drastically changed ever since his youth in the 1930s. When he put his hand on the doorknob, he felt it swing out without his input and flinched. 

Dick, who was on the other side, hadn’t seemed to notice. “Hey, Neeks,” he said, “It came to my mind that you don’t have any clothes and stuff.”

“I have clothing,” I said in protest while pointing at my shirt. 

“I asked Damian and according to him you wore that same very shirt when you were with him.”

That snitch. “So what?”

“We’ll get you some clothing, decorations, and whatever else you need!” Dick volunteered.

“I- I don’t have money,” I admitted. 

“So what? I’m the son of the richest man in Gotham! I can afford some stuff for my future brother in-law!”

I blushed. 

Shopping was a new idea to me, but I had always heard Piper and Hazel talk about it on the Argo II, so I thought I’d manage.

–

We were in the store. With we, I meant, me, Damian, Stephanie Brown, and Dick. Dick had tried to get Jason and Tim with him, but failed. (for Jason, Tim simply was too tired and Dick sent him to bed.)

Stephanie was rather active upon meeting me. She kept asking me about Italy, and how I found out about the secret. “Did you know Tim found out B was Batman too!” 

“I did not.”

“Oh, look!” Stephanie yelled as she pointed at a blue denim jacket. “No,” I said. 

After a while of saying no Dick asked, “Is there anything you like?” “Something black, preferably something from a band or just bland.”

Dick sighed and held a t-shirt, on it stood the letters ‘MCR’, I recognised it as the logo of my favourite band, My Chemical Romance. In Camp HalfBlood there was almost no music due to the no phones policy, luckily some members of the Hermes Cabin managed to sneak in some albums and music players, from which I bought some. 

I agreed on buying the shirt, I also got some other pieces of clothing; A plain black hoodie, a couple black t-shirts, black skinny-jeans, and one singular pair of jeans. Also he bought some underwear and new shoes. 

–

“This seems to fit your personality,” I heard a young voice say. I looked at Damian, who was holding a black poster of a skull with a raven on it.  

“Yeah, it’s nice, I like it,” I said awkwardly.