Aside from being a demigod, you were a resident of Metropolis.

Your parents had moved there for whatever reason, because of your ADHD as a half-blood, you seemed to be distracted. The details of what occurred that day were blurred.

All you remember is that your parents were checking out a tall building. It was a workplace, the facility they would be staying at to make money so they could afford your house.

It was a warm spring day, so camp would be starting up again soon. You and your family had reached the last floor. The wind hit your face instantly.

They were talking to a guy in a business suit, so you figured they just weren’t paying attention to you. And that’s when you decided to take in the sights of the large city, you ran over to the railings.

You climbed up-top, trying to get a better view. In doing so, the air pushed your hair in-front of your face which blinded you. As your legs shook, trying to steady yourself, you toppled over and your stomach did a flip.

You found yourself screaming out for help, but it would be no use. There were no thoughts going through your head other than is this it? because it’s hard to believe this would ever happen, to actually die.

Your thought was silenced as soon as you were caught, you felt yourself fall into the strong arms of a flying boy. And you opened your eyes, brushing your hair out of the way.

“Jason?…”

You were at a loss of words, that was him: Jason Grace. The great son of Jupiter, he had stayed at camp half-blood for a while after the war and you were acquainted with him.

Heck, even he seemed surprised. His lightning blue eyes widened a little, but he remained calm and calculating. He began to fly upwards to the top of the building, you had to get back to your family.

He was wearing a blue and red superboy latex suit, the giant S in the middle of his chest and he even had the cape. He seemed serious about the whole vigilante thing, and you didn’t even know he was working as a vigilante. The Superman jokes really got to him, huh?