Chapter 2

"So you have no ID, no birth certificate, no social security, no school history. What do you have kid?" Asked the manager of some fast food restaurant. As dingy as it was Peter needed the money. He has been in this 'Gotham' for two weeks now. He had been living off the streets, doing odd jobs here and there just to buy food. So far from what he seen from this city was it was crime filled just like New York. But just like New York had him this place seemed to have a man named Batman. Who sticked utter fear into low life criminals. After he learned of this Batman he decided to lay low. Get a job, find a place to live then go from there. But the first part, the job part was proving hard.

"Um, nothing sir. Its hard to explain why I don't have any of those things. But I'm a hard worker. Ill always be on time, I'll cover for people. Anything, please sir. Give me a chance." Peter begged the man.

The man shook his head. "Im sorry kid, I just can't. I could get seriously fined if anyone finds out."

Peter sighed and stood up. "I understand. Thank you for letting me come in. I hope you find someone." The man stood up and shook Peters hand. Sighing Peter left the fast food place. Taking out the newspaper tucked in his jacket he opened it up. He had circled every job he would be able to get. An crossed off all of them. Walking in some random direction Peter took in the city of Gotham. It was always cloudy and rainy but the people here were good. They were hardy and it seemed they have survived through a lot. And that Batman dude seemed to be doing a lot of good. He used fear, but in a way Peter approved of. Walking down the street he spotted a moving truck in front of a large building. Looking up he saw the building has a sign. 'Gotham Orphanage' was a tall building that looked very sad. Walking closer he spotted two woman trying to move boxes up stairs that led to double doors. Problem was the two women looked to be around Aunt Mays age, and while his Aunt was the strongest woman he ever met she was never that psycically strong. One of the woman picked up a box and looked like she was about to fall over. Peter ran over and picked the box up from the women's arms.

"Need help?" Peter asked with a smile. The woman looked up at him and smiled.

"If you wouldn't mind. With these old legs and arms its hard to even lift anything."

"Oh you not that old. Just probably tired from working too hard. Which I can see you have been by the bags under your eyes. Why don't you two take a rest and I'll start moving the boxes." Peter said with a smile. Both of the women returned his smile and nodded. Peter moved two, three boxers at a time. In no time all the boxes inside the truck were inside the house.

"All done." Peter said dusting off his hands by smacking them together. "Need me to move them upstairs or anything?" He asked.

The two women sat there a little shocked. After a few moments one of them seemed to snap out of it. "My aren't you strong?" She asked.

Peter blushed a little and looked down. The woman giggled and stood up. "We would love it if you would move them upstairs but at least let us feed you. You must of worked up and appetite with moving those boxes."

"Oh no, don't worry I'm fine." Peter lied, he was honestly starving. But he didn't want to take food that would originally go to orphans.

"Oh nonsense. Let us feed you as thanks." She said looping her arms through his and lead him inside. Peter smiled and walked with her, the other woman appeared beside him and looped her arm with his other arm.

"My, my don't we big arms." One of them said. Peter blushed again. "And shy too. So cute." Peter blushed even harder making the women giggled. They lead him into a large kitchen where two other women were working on making what seemed to be ingredients for stew.

"Oh! I forgot to introduce ourselves. I'm Mary, the other woman on your arm is Margret. The woman chopping carrots is Amy and the one mixing the pot it Penny." She said, pointing at each woman she named.

"I'm Peter. And I really don't need anything." Peter tried to say.

Mary pushed him down onto a chair. "Nonsense. With what you did you deserve something." She said before place a big bowl of stew and a piece of bread in front of him. "Now eat young man."

Sighing in defeat the dug into delicious stew. Within a few minutes all of it was gone and his stomach was full for the first time in two weeks. Placing the spoon in the bowl he sigh with pleasure. He would love another bowl but he would never ask. Before he could thank them another bowl of stew was in front of him. Looking up he saw Penny smiling down at him. "Eat up, trust me when I say we have plenty." Peter smiled his thanks back. He picked up his spoon again and started eating again, only slower this time.

"Mister Wayne! What are you doing here?" He heard Mary say. He turned toward the new person in a room. He was a tall man with black hair slicked back and piercing blue eyes. He was dressed in a suit that would take Peter his whole life to save up. Along with the suit he had shoes and a watch that would cost Peter his soul to get.

"Mary you are looking quite lovely today." The man said leaning down a pecking the woman on the check.

Mary blushed before tsking at the man. "You are your charm Mister Wayne. What are you doing here anyway?" She asked him.

"Just visiting you lovely ladies and dropping off another check." He said pulling out a piece of paper from his jacket and handing it Mary.

"Another one?" She asked looking at the check? "We haven't even gone through the last one."

Mister Wayne just smiled down at Mary. "Thats just the way I like it." Mister Wayne said looking around at the other women, when his eyes landed on Peter.

"And who is this man?" Mister Wayne asked moving toward Peter.

"This young man is Peter. He helped move some boxes in. He also offered to move them upstairs." Mary said patting Peter on his shoulder and smiling down at him.

"Which I should get too." Peter said standing up and leaving the full bowl of delicious stew behind. But he didn't like the way Mister Wayne looked at him. Not scary or creepy like, just like he could see all of Peters secrets. Peter moved to pass Mister Wayne when he was stopped by an arm.

"Nonsense, you haven't finished your stew." Mary said pushing him back down into the chair and placing the spoon back in his hand. Pointing to the bowl. "Eat."

Resisting the urge to sigh he settled with simply sentence he used with Aunt May. "Yes ma'm."

"Do you live here Peter?" Mister Wayne asked, sitting down in the chair beside him.

Swallowing the bite of food he shook his head. "No, I don't."

Mister Wayne smiled a bit. "So you just decided to help out these beautiful women?" He asked.

Peter nodded his head slightly. "I saw they needed help and I offered."

"That was very kind of you. And you didn't expect anything in return?" He asked.

Peter shook his head slightly. "No sir I didn't. Um, I need to move the boxes now, before it gets dark." He said before standing, he grabbed his bowl and handed it to the woman that held her hands out. She was washing dishes. He said his thanks before moving toward the boxes. One by one he moves them upstairs. After placing a dozen or so upstairs he started to slow down a little. Placing a box down upstairs and turned around to see Mister Wayne waiting downstairs.

"I'm sorry if I asked to many questions. I was curious about the young man helping out these ladies. It rare to see someone your age help and not expect anything in return." He said, placing his hands inside his pockets of his very, very expensive suit.

Peter shook his head and he walk downstairs again. "I wasn't bothered by it. Just surprised." Peter said, bending down and picking up another box.

"Then would you mind if I asked you another question?" He asked.

Reaching the top of the stairs and placing the box down Peter shrugged and turned around, walking back down stairs. "Sure, go ahead."

Mister Wayne smiled and moved toward the banister and leaned against it. "When you said you had to leave before it gets dark?"

Peter shrugged again. "Gotham isn't exactly the nicest place during night time. Plus the place I'm living is kinda in the open. If I don't get there before someone else I have to find a new place." Peter said, walking back downstairs and picking up yet another box. Standing up he came face to face with Mister Wayne, giving him a strange look. "Living on the streets its all about territory."

"You live on the streets?" He asked. Peter gave him a simple nod before turning walking up the stairs and placing another box on the ground. Stretching he let out a tiny sigh, he was all done with boxes. The idea of walking back to his temporary home wasn't tiring, just boring. Turning back toward the stairs he stopped for a second when he saw Mister Wayne wearing a complex expression on his face.

"This may seem strange but I have an offer for you." He said. Peter gave him a confused expression. "I have a butler at my mansion that just fired someone. He need another set of hands. You seem strong, young and capable. Would you like the job?"

Peter hesitated. It seemed a little to good. But he wasn't really in position to turn him away. "Yes, yes sir. I would love that." Peter said.

Mister Wayne smiled. "Perfect. Come lets be on the way." He gestured toward the door and started walking toward it. And Peter followed.

So this one was more Peters point of view. Next one will be more Bruces. I'm still thinking if I should bring a little Justice League into it. So Im on the fence about it. Feedback on that would be much appreciated! Also still trying to figure out if it should be Peter x Bruce…..more feedback would be loved!

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-Darkvoice