3/14/26 - Fixed a few grammar problems, changed some little things to make it make more sense.

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You sat on the floor of your cabin in front of an open duffel bag. As you sat there, you went through your mental checklist. Backup weapons, Ambrosia, backup Ambrosia, demigod-safe phone, prism and golden drachmas, clothes, photos, money, and a first aid kit.

Your mind kept going to the worst possibilities, anything and everything that could go wrong. You fell backwards in an attempt to quiet your mind. From your position on the floor, you kicked your still open duffel under your bunk; you were packed anyway.

As you got up, you turned around and walked out of the cabin to get some fresh air. You ignored the way anxiety crept up your throat like a vice as your brain desperately tried to prepare yourself as you played scenario after scenario in your head.

Years ago, you had ran away from home, from the Waynes, from your family for fear of the monsters getting to them after you discovered that you were a demigod.

Now, having won two wars and going through more than any mortal can imagine, you are ready to face your greatest fear once and for all.

Going back to Gotham.