Am I... The Villian? {~Book One~} {~2021-2022~}

Chapter Fourteen; {~To Know One Self~}

{~22/10/2021~}
{~Unedited~}
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Ever Enough
{~Book; One~}
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WARNING: ⚠️
{~This chapter contains, Panic Attack, mentions of abuse, if I missed any please tell me~}

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{~Previously On~}
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Third Person Pov~
  "Come on, let's get you up and moving. We should try to get some food into you as well. We have jello and pudding cups if you'd like." Bruce called softly as the kid slowly rose, one hand pressed into the firm mattress, shaking violently as it struggle to support his weight. What little weight he had, that is.

  "How am I suppose to know why it's called jello?! It just... is!" Eddie snarled, his face flushed with a bright red, mainly due to the anger though the embarrassment aided to the cause. Eddie wasn't upset with Peter but the dessert the boy was questioning him for. A glare was sent towards the tasty and sweet treat, one that was filled with rage.

  "If it were up to me it would be called solid flavoured goo. Makes sense since it's slimy and all." Eddie continued on, ranting about how the name was unfitting for the delicious treat. Peter just stared and watched the pacing man, confused on how their conversation about squishmallows morphed into something this... What ever once would call this.

  "Jello?" The boy in questioned wonder, voice shrinking into a mere whisper as he looked up towards the man. Like before it was silent, the blur of colours having said nothing as he moved forwards to help the kid up the rest of the way.

Surprisingly this time the younger boy hadn't flinched. Instead he stared with half lidded eyes, ones which were full of confusion and nothing more. Bruce after a short moment smiled widely, soon going into detail of what this so called 'jello' was.

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{~Present Time~}
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Third Person Pov~
Once Peter was grounded, he found himself leaning into Bruce as he was unable to keep himself upright, the two were chatting casually with one another, almost like life long friends might. However, the conversation was more one sided, Bruce having done the talking while the kid bobbed his head which ever way seemed fit. Bruce would be lying if he said the presence of the boy wasn't enjoyable.

  Bruce sent Peter a soft and welcoming smile as they continued onwards, making their way to the main room. Bruce noticed how the boy clung to him, using him for stability as the boy couldn't see where he was going. The kids nails dig into the soft material that made up Bruce's baggy shirt. Though as tightly as he held onto him, he never once met the man's skin. Sure the shirt was now tightly fashioned around Bruce's large arms, though that was about it. Peter's hands were clasped only around the material, holding it close to his body.

"Are you okay kid?" Bruce questioned softly his eyes pressing together as he placed his free hand on the kids shoulder, a soft and gentle touch being used so the kid wouldn't be scared. Peter turned his head, though never tried to meet with the older mans eyes. Instead he turned his gaze towards the floor once more, the blur of off, vibrant colours morphing into the dull ones the floor wielded. Bruce gave the boy a soft squeeze, still awaiting an answer.

  After a moment the kids head bobbed slightly, his arms having tightened around his chest causing him to cradle the mans hand closer to his chest. Sighing, Bruce nodded his head, a barely noticeable one that was followed by a soft hum. Bruce watched as the kid took another step forwards, continuing towards the room be believed was the room he had announced not to long ago.