Chapter 14

Peter stood in front of a mirror, itching at his suit. True to the suit store's guarantee, the suit arrived earlier today. And it fit perfectly. It wasn't itching, it was just Peter felt weird in it. Felt weird that his Aunt May wasn't here. Fixing his hair, making sure his bow tie is centered. Taking a bunch of pictures, making sure he smelled good. The fact that she wasn't here made his heart ache.

He turned and looked at the back of the suit. He had been standing in front of the mirror for about thirty minutes. Making sure everything was looking correct. A knock on the door interrupted Peter's thoughts. He turned away from the mirror and opened his door.

Bruce stood in front of him. Dressed in his own suit, he looked like the famous playboy he was known to be. Peter looked him up and down and it seemed Bruce did the same.

"Not bad." He said, stepping into his room. He stood in the middle of the room and looked around. "Kind of dull, don't you think?"

Peter looked around, seeing it again for the first time since he arrived. It was dull, bare off white walls, full size bed with brown blanket and white pillows. The only thing that wasn't in the room when he arrived was his laptop. He imagined his room back at Aunt May's house, remembered that it had posters, random junk thrown around. A stereotypical teenagers room. Because that was his home. And this place… wasn't. At least not his real home. If he thought of home he thought of Aunt May's house and then Wayne Manor.

"I haven't really thought about it, I guess." Peter said, scratching his head.

"You are allowed to buy posters and such, you know that, right?" Bruce asked turning toward him.

"Yeah, I guess I haven't thought about it much. My mind has been somewhere else."

Bruce looked at Peter with a concerned look on his face. "Alfred has said that you have been acting distant, ever since the bombing. Even before then. Want to share?"

Peter sighed and shuffled his feet a bit.

"There is a person from my past that is causing trouble. And I don't know what to do."

Bruce nodded and gestured toward the bed. He got the hint and sat down on the edge, Bruce joined him. "Tell me."

"He was sort of a...loner. We meet on the streets, I helped him out with something. After that we bonded over someone we both look up to. I felt bad for him, a lot of people took advantage of him. I didn't see him for some time after I helped him but, the next time I saw him he was different."

"Different how?" Bruce asked.

"Dangerous, he was hurting a lot of people. But I know that he was hurting inside. I stopped him one time, from hurting someone. And he now thinks I betrayed him." Peter said.

"And now he is trying to hurt you?" Bruce asked.

Peter hesitated then slowly nodded.

"Well, you know that you are safe here, right?"

"Yeah, yeah. I know, but I'm just afraid he might hurt other people to get to me."

"Your family?" Bruce asked. Peter stiffened, wondering if he should trust Bruce.

"Yeah, my family. And my few friends I left behind."

Bruce eyebrows rose. "Is that why you were on the streets? You are running from this man?" He asked.

Peter nodded his head slightly. "In a way. I guess, its a very long story."

"That you're not ready to share."

Peter looked up at him and nodded. "Yeah, I'm sorry."

Bruce smiled and stood up from the bed. He looked down at Peter with a smile.

"When you are, just know that I am here."

Peter smiled and nodded.

"Now, we have a party to get to."

Both smiled at each other.

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Laughter and glasses clinking rang through the room. The constant chatter of people filled the room. The auction was in a giant ball room, each wall had tables set up. Each table had a certain item. Like a trip to paris, or a yacht. People would write down their bid on the item and drop their paper in a box. In about an hour dinner would be served and the winners would be announced.

Peter was surrounded with Gotham City's most privileged people. There were CEO's, councilmen, even the mayor. He had been here for only twenty minutes, and the whole time Bruce stuck with him. Peter stood next to Bruce as he talked about the day Peter solved the drug problem at his company.

Peter looked around the room. He saw men in expensive suits. Women in all kinds of dresses, decorated with all kinds of jewellery.

"So Peter, what school did you go to?" A man asked Peter, snapping him out of his daze.

"Uh, I was homeschooled. Moved around a lot, so it was hard to go to a school long enough to learn things." The man who asked the question looked taken back. Shocked.

"Have you been to college, at least?" The same man asked.

Peter shook his head. "No, I didn't have enough money. Also I guess I never graduated high school." He said, which was true in a sense. In this world he hasn't graduated.

A silence fell onto the group of men. Until Bruce smack a hand against Peters's back, causing Peter to look up at him.

"But of course, since you heard, that doesn't stop Peter from besting two of my best scientists. Imagine what he could do if he had the proper education that he should of gotten." The men in the group nodded their heads as Bruce's few words were able to ease away tension.

The group went into a lighter chat. Peter zoned in and out, look at each man that spoke. So it seemed like he was paying attention. Four years of high school had taught him this very useful skill.

Bruce placed a hand on Peter's shoulder, snapping him out of his daze.

"Excuse me gentlemen but there is a man I would like Peter to meet." Bruce said and guided Peter away, and towards an older man with grey hair and mustache. He wore a nice suit, not an expensive one, but still nice.

"Peter meet Commissioner James Gordan. You met him briefly at my party awhile back." Bruce said. Gordan held out his hand and Peter quickly took it and shook it.

"Oh yeah, the cop, right?" Peter said. Gordan smiled and nodded.

"Yes, the cop. There was a lot of buzz around the station when you saved Bruce here from the shooter."

Peter let out a nervous laugh. "It was nothing, anyone could of noticed the man had a gun."

"Except, no one did. Ever think about becoming a cop?" Gordan asked.

This time Peter let out a real laugh.

"I've never gotten arrested before, but I have never had good experiences with cops. No offense, I know they are the good guys but…" Peter trailed off.

"But they can be assholes." Gordan finished for him.

Peter nodded and smiled at him.

Someone yelled far away, calling for Bruce. "Excuse me a moment." Bruce said before walking over to the man that called him over. Leaving Peter alone with a man he has also met as Spider-Man. The one who trusted Peter when he told him about his Aunt.

"So, how did you meet Mr. Wayne?" He asked, breaking the silence.

"I was living on the streets for awhile. One day there were some women at an orphanage that were moving boxes. I helped. It was luck that Bruce stopped by that day and saw me helping. He said something along the lines of good people should be rewarded. And offered me a job at his manor." Peter said.

Gordan smiled. "Bruce visits that orphanage often, but not all the time. So I guess you were lucky to meet him on the day that you did."

"Yeah, I heard he donates a lot." Peter said.

Gordan chuckled. "A lot is a understatement." Peter smiled and nodded. He looked around the room. His spider sense was giving him a weird feeling. Not warning him of danger….but something. He spotted a camera in a corner of the room. He avoided eye contact with the camera. And his heart sped up when a single thought went into his mind.

Electro could be watching. Peter wouldn't underestimate his abilities nor his brain in general.

Peter turned back to Gordan, who looked at him with his head tilted and a strange look on his face.

"Just trying to figure out who won the romantic trip to Paris for two. Maybe I can win them over with my feminine charms, so I can go to Paris." Peter said with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows.

Gordan smiled and then let out a laugh. At this moment Bruce joined them once again.

"What's so funny?" He asked. Gordan couldn't speak due to his laughing. Peter smiled. Finally Gordan sobered up and wiped the tears from his eyes.

"This boy has a twisted sense of humour and I find it even more hilarious that he's with you. " Gordan said. Bruce smiled and shook his head.

A bell rang through the room. Signaling that dinner was beginning and people would need to start sitting. Gordan let out another chuckle and placed a hand on Peter's back.

"Come on Peter, you're sitting next to me." He said, and Peter's smile grew even more.

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Ta da! Chapter 14 here for all of my fine furry readers. Sorry for the delay! My monitor started to burn out awhile ago and finally gave so I had to wait till my payday to get a new one. But I did! And it is bigger and waaaaaay better. Also this one is a little short. I'll try to make the next one longer!

Anyway! Please review and tell me what you think!

Xoxoxo

-Darkvoice