Three year old Percy Jackson sat in the back of a social workers car. All he wanted to do was run away, but he was strapped in to the retched car seat. He was waiting for the social worker to stop talking to the police officer. He had only been wanting for a couple minutes, but to a young ADHD kid it felt like eternity. Especially since his horrible, Smelly Step-Father Gabe had him locked in the basement of their rundown apartment. All he wanted to do was run around. Even more so he wanted his Mommy. At the thought tears started to flow from his eyes. He hadn't seen his mom since Gabe lock him up two weeks ago. The social worker got into the car. "Hey Peruses, We are going to see a doctor ok. Then I am going to take you to your new home." The three year old, looked at the social worker in confusion. He didn't need a new home, he had his mommy. "Mommy?" he asked shyly. The social worker looked pained. "Your, Mommy is...um, in a better place, she asked me to take you some where safe, and she wants you to be a good boy ok." Percy sobbed, but nodded. He was to young to understand that he was now on his own. They drove to Gotham children's hospital. Normally children like Percy would have been sent over by ambulance, but he wouldn't go near them. All the EMT's remained Percy of Gabe and his gambling friends. It took three officers and the social worker to get him out of the building willingly. He calmed down alot once he was outside and was willing to go in the car. Not that he like the car seat, but at least they could get him to a doctor.

"My name is Miss Tammy by the way, I won't leave your side until I find you a nice home ok." Percy looked at the nice Lady as she got into the car. Miss Tammy was in her late twenties. She had frizzy dark brown hair and dark skin. She had a kind face. Percy for the first time in awhile he felt safe. That was until they got to the hospital. The ambulance and several police officers followed. As soon as they arrived they had whisked Percy away form Miss Tammy and onto a gurney. Wheeling him off to a private room to exam him.

Miss Tammy waited for a doctor to come get her in the waiting room. Cheif Gordan came in and sat down next to her. "How is he?" he asked "Terrified, he is only three. He doesn't really understand whats going on." Gordan nodded "In all my years as an officer I don't think I've seen anything that made my blood boil more. That man going to pay for what he did to that boy." Tammy nodded "The hard part is finding him somewhere to stay. All of Gotham's foster homes are full, and usually kids his age are placed into a family, but I don't have one. Or one that I feel could handle the situation." "You are not going to put him in juv I hope." thinking about what happened to Dick Greyson. "No, maybe if he was like seven or eight, but he is already traumatized. No, the only free place is The Westward foster home on the west side of Gotham." "Isn't that for teenagers. Like 13 to 16?" "Yeah, but it's the only place I got. The head of the home is a nice lady, she owes me some favors. I am fairly confident she will take him in." Gordan nodded, but he wasn't to happy. This case was one of the worst cases seen in his lifetime. The boy's step-father had been on their radar for some time. He was drug dealer, and did some piety crimes. They didn't think he was munch of a threat. Not only did he Murder his wife, he torture a three year old child. Abandoning him, locking him in the basement for his own amusement. The whole police station was disgusted by the scene. Not to mention Percy screams, as they were trying to get him out of there. He truly hope the kid was ok.

It was a while before a doctor came out. "We, had to sedate him. He will be ok. He has alot of scar tissues on his stomach and back. A broken wrist, which we had to re-break and set. A Few busied ribs. He has a broken leg that heal wrong, and that will need surgery down the line, but for right now it is ok. The boy has the start of ammonia. He is being kept on oxygen as a precaution. The boy is severally under weight starved for sure. We will probably keep him he for a few more days just to keep an eye on him, but he should make a full rectory." "thank you Doc." Gordan responded. Tammy left to be with Percy. While Gordan got up form his seat and walked over to the small gift shop he look through the stuffed animals until he saw a stuffed nemo. For some reason he felt drawn to it. Buying it he walked to the room where the boy slept soundly. The boy was all hooked up to heart monitors, IVs, and Oxygen. He looked so small. He Gently laied the stuffed nemo next to the boy. The boy rolled in his sleep hugging nemo with his good hand. "Take care Percy" Gorden whispered as he took a seat next to the boys bed.