Peter was two the first time he meet the son of The Flying Graysons. His parents where supposed to be performing but had to wait due to the fact the Graysons where currently using the area to do their acts according to his mom their had been a scheduling issue with the people they had rent the land from or something like that. Peter had stopped listening when his dad started rambling about having rented it weeks prior and that the adult who owned the land was a sleezy jerk(his dad said bastard but Peter knew he wasn’t supposed to say bad words). The Grayson boy looked to be a bit older than him but not by much, maybe 2-3 years older. He had a tanish skin tone and combed black hair that was so dark that you couldn’t see the hairstrainds. it made his blue eyes pop out even though he wasn’t trying.
The boy had been sitting all by himself waiting for his parents to finish their acts,being to young to join them. Peter thought he looked kinda lonely. Peter hated feeling lonely so he pulled all the strength and his focus into his little legs and waddled his way up to the older boy. It took a moment but Peter made it, he gave himself a mental pat on the back because he turned his full attention to the boy who was now giving him his full attention.
Peter fidgeted, he didn’t know how to continue this he’s never actually interacted with anyone near his age,he just didn’t want the boy to be lonely anymore.
so..Peter did what he did best.
He blurted out the first thing that came to mind
“Your hair looks like a ducks butt.”
Silence is what greeted him before the boy before him fell into a laughing fit. Peter let out a few giggles, the boys laughter was contagious.
After a good while of laughing the boy smiled at Peter and introduced himself.
“I’m Richard, Richard Grayson who are you?”The (now named) Richard exclaimed.
“Peter Parker!” He grinned.
After that Peter spent hours with Richard playing games while their parents were busy and when it came time to go Peter was heartbroken as was Richard.
“I don’t wanna go!” He sobbed and clung onto Richard tighter.
Richard held onto him just as tight with tears in his eyes as he begged his parents to let him stay. They had become quite attached in the short time they had been together. In the end it took two hours and both boys falling asleep due to exhaustion before there parents where able to separate them.
Thankfully they’d see eachother again.
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The next time Peter saw Richard was 4 months after their first meet. Peter had been building a sandcastle when he was swooped up into (slightly bigger) arms and the yell of a familiar voice could be heard.
“Peter!!!” Richard had chirped.
Peter wiggled excitedly trying to turn himself to huge the older boy.
“Ri-Re-Rik….Dickie!!” Peter called back after finally being able to turn and hug the boy back.
Richard went silent after that before smiling so big that it took up over half his face. Peter wondered if it hurt.
The now dubbed Dickie set Peter down before he loudly proclaimed that Peters nickname would be “Itsy Bitsy”. Peter didn’t understand why Dickie chose that nickname until he pointed that the logo his family choose to wear was a spider and that Peter was small.
Peter choose to ignore the comment about his height, he was a growing boy, his dad said he’d get bigger (maybe).
Peter shook his head before he grabbed Dickies hand and dragged him over to his sand castle. (They where quick to start making a sand palace).
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Before either Peter or Dick could blink 2 years had gone by and the boys where practicing joint at the hip.
6 months into their friendship their parents had just decided to travel together to save money and because they hated to separate the boys. It was always heartbreaking.
7 months into their friendship they declared eachother their best friends and went out and got friendship bracelets to make sure everyone knew it. Peter had a pretty red and blue bracelet with a Yellow Robin woven into it, and Dickie had a yellow bracelet with a blue and red spider on it. The boys where quiet proud of there friendship and showed their bracelets off to anyone who so much as glanced their way.
a full year into their friendship the boys while curled up next to eachother double-pinky promised that they’d be best friends no matter what and that if one of them ever got lost the other would go and find them.
the second year passed by so fast that Peter felt like he’d get a headache if he tried to think about it to hard. The boys where finally old enough to start training and performing with their parents. When Dickie asked why Peter got to start younger than him his parents explained that it was because Peters family did contortion acts and (while still dangerous) was not as dangerous as acrobatics. The boys where pretty busy after that but they still made plenty of time to hangout with eachother even if meant that they just spent the whole time training or doing homework.
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Peter was upset.
He had a really high fever and his stomach hurt a lot so he and his parents couldn’t follow Dickie and the Graysons to Gotham. He really wanted to see Dickie perform but his parents refused him after he started throwing up.
Peter missed his best friend a whole lot. Dickie was his big brother in all but blood. Peter just knew that if he was with Dickie he’d make him feel better.
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Peter was growing restless, he and his parents hadn’t heard from the Graysons in weeks. Not a word was uttered about them and his parents where growing more and more anxious. Peter wanted to cry, he missed Dickie and he missed Mister and Misses Grayson.
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Peter knew something was wrong when it was his father her pulled him aside to talk with him and not his mother. While his father was living in every way ,shape,and form he struggled with emotional conversations and staying focused so his mom usually talked with him when those where needed. He looked around before he spotted him mom, her shoulders where shaking and her eyes where glassy like she cried right before he came into the room. Peter felt a knot start to form in his stomach. He really wished Dickie was here.
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Peter clung on tightly to his mothers shirt, having hardly let go of her since he found out months prior that the Graysons had passed away and that Dickie had been adopted by a man in Gotham.
His parents where going to go visit him as a surprise (and to check up on the boy) but didn’t have the funds to take Peter with them, not after not working for a while so that they could take care of Peter while he grieved.
His mom as gently as she could unlatched Peter from herself and handed him off to his uncle Ben before placing a kiss on his head and promising Peter that they’d be back before he knew it.
They never came back.
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Peter thought he was doing okay, but he was wrong. Screw him and his stupid Parker luck and selfish stupidity. He rocked himself and his uncle Ben back and forth while he tried to stop the bleeding, his super hearing could pick up the sirens a couple blocks away. He silently urged them to be faster, his uncle was losing so much blood.
Peter begged silently for the world not to take another one of his precious people away from him.
The world ignored him.
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The rain pricked his skin as he watched the casket lower the last of him family into the ground. He had been at school and for once was having a good day, the kids where ignoring him the teachers didn’t call on him, he got to use the labs to mess around with web designs . He had even been able to practice his old contortionist routine in gym class.(he practiced plenty at home he just hardly got the chance to due so at school.) He was so excited to tell his aunt May that he had a good day that he practically ran home, however when he opened his door he found aunt May on the ground pale and lifeless.
The doctors informed him that she had a heart condition that she hid from him and her heart finally gave out.
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Peter had packed all him belongings into a duffle back. He was gonna find his friends.. his Dickie.. like he promised to do when they where kids. His friend may have forgotten and he may not even remember Peter anymore but Peter was gonna try his damn best to find him.
The trip to Gotham was boring but expected, there was graffiti on the tunnel walls and park benches that screamed at Peter in neon greens,pinks,and yellows to leave Gotham before the city killed him. Peter dutifully ignored the graffiti, he had a friend to find after all.
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It had been a month, a fucking(apologies to his parents)month! He still had no idea where his friend might been, he checked the schools(though he had doubted his friend would be there), he checked the malls, and amusement park(he shivered at the thought of that place and the scar on his calf and side flared slightly with phantom pain.), he checked crime all , he checked many stores he couldn’t find his friend. He held his head in his hands while he took deep breaths and listened to the sounds of animals around him. He’d been searching the zoo. While he was wallowing his hearing had happened to pick up a conversation.
“Damian..no you …”
He tilted his head, the voice sounded familiar.
“I am aware…Damian.” His hearing could only pick up every other word but he felt his heart leap into his throat at the voice clicked into his brain. It sounded like Mr.Grayson, and as far as Peter knew there was only one Grayson left to sound like the deceased man.
Peter bolted to the sounds of the voices. In the blink of and eye Peter had scooped up a tall man with the same blank hair as he remembered as well as the say blue eyes. He also subconsciously noticed that his long lost friend seemed to be here with more than one person ( there was 8 other people with him besides Dick).
A very built man glared darkly at Peter his eyes almost seeming to glow a green color as he spun Dick around.
“Put my brother down!” The built man growled the strip of white in his hair catching the light as he did so.
Peter ignored the man and started excitedly taking.
“Dickie-“ he heard several people snort”I’ve been looking for you for ages man! You can’t just disappear like that!!”
Before Peter could continue his rant his friend was yanked from his arms by the built man. Peter frowned.
“I don’t know who you are but Dick doesn’t know you, I think we’d know since we’re his brothers and all.” the built man started but was quickly interrupted when Dick was the one who scooped Peter into his arms and started trying to squeeze the life outta him.
“Itsy Bitsy!” a cry came and Peter gently patted his friends head.
he has so munch to tell him friend but for now this is enough.