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Good Old Betsy!

(First three parts Bruce will be nine years old and Jack will be ten years old. This timeline/story takes place in the olden days Still unsure of what time period...)

Enjoy my Lovelys~

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Bruce POV

My mother's grip on my wrist was like a crab or a turtle's bite...Unyielding. "I don't wanna go!" my displeased cries were unheard as she firmly stated "You are going into that building Bruce. I am not raising the devil! Now come on." My mother heaved me with a grunt as I dug my heels into the dirt, 'Whoever likes Sundays are rigged!' Her warning stare had me pinned as she pulled me inside. I followed her closely into the isle's, noticing another kid who looked to be around my age.

'Maybe he was dragged here to?' mother smoothed out her pleated skirt while sitting down, following her movements I eyed the possible friend. "Bruce! Turn around." My mother's whisper came out louder than intended, soon a man with a book came out reciting god knows what. Peaking over my shoulder I watch the possible playmate walk out the chapel doors and sit on some opaline steps, tugging my mother's blouse she turns toward me "Hey mom why does he get to leave?" I inquire pointing to the brunette.

Her sky-blue eyes studied the child before retracting and smiling softly as she listened to the pastor once again, 'Guess it's time for the B-man to investigate!' I Slid off the bench, careful not to disturb others. making my way to the pouting boy. He peaks over his shoulder with vivid green eyes staring back sharply. His gaze never wavered as I approached him, "What do you want?" he demanded.

Inhaling a deep breath I ventured with caution next to him "I'm Bruce Wayne, and you seemed lonely...." His calculated gaze became unsettling, after a while he spoke up. "Momma says friends will hurt you..." he stated picking up a broken stick, "I won't hurt you!" I exclaimed. His eyes widened gleaming a brilliant color of green, "How do you know!" he spat standing up. "Cause I don't hurt others..." I stated as he clenched his fists shouting "How do you know you won't hurt me?!" twiddling my thumbs. I slowly met his gaze 'EEP! If looks could kill, I'd be like grandma's famous mash potato stew right about now!' He abruptly stormed off muttering 'so childish...' under his breath.

I watched his figure slowly become tiny like an ant gathering food, inhaling a big breath. I yell out "YOU'RE GONNA MISS CHURCH DUMBY!" He stopped for a moment before scratching his scalp, raising my hand up just enough I squished him like grandpa squished the utters on his cow. 'I wonder how good old Betsy's doing...' My mother's firm gaze made me stop thinking about grandpa's cow Betsy and start thinking of what came from sneaking off. 'Hopefully, she doesn't take the toy planes away!' She huffed out "Bruce you know better then to walk out on our lord and savior! He is always watching honey. Now apologize to- "

"Like Santa?" mother raised an eyebrow before sighing "Bruce, apologize to god." I watched the dark-haired boy slowly come into view, in the panic that my mother put me in, my mouth moved faster than a horse galloped. "Why doesn't he get to apologize?!" My pointed finger did not help as mother stared incredulously at the boy. Many shocked blinks were exchanged.

Mother broke the silence first "Young man did you also leave this holy ground?" he bowed his head before pleading his case "Yes I did ma'am. You see, it was stuffy in there. So, I went to get some fresh air. It does pain me... that's why I pleaded for forgiveness for my sinful act." Mother smiled softly "Well as long as you asked for forgiveness, who am I to judge." She giggled gently. 'HE'S LYING!' momma turned towards me, her soft eyes becoming firm just like a rock, strong and powerful. "Your turn Bruce, apologize to god and ask him to forgive you." Sighing I peak over toward the brunette, our eyes meet, and a slow smirk perched on his lips. Lowering my head and closing my eyes, I prayed "Dear lord, please forgive me of my curiosity upon this strange boy who I wanted to befriend even when he snuck out. Forgive me of leaving mothers side unnoticed. And forgive me for thinking about grandpa's cow Betsy. Amen." Upon opening my eyes, the boy stifled his laughter while mother stared at me like I had planes land on top of my head.

'Did I make him laugh? Are we friends now? Is all forgiven?'

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