I'm Energy In DC

Chapter 91 Fragments

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Gotham City

Oct 1, 08:08 EDT

“No mom, I'm fine”.

A curly haired blonde said while walking on the street. His fair face and soft features were crumpled up with a look of exasperation.

In his hand was a takeaway nylon from a fast food restaurant down the street.

“Yes, I know that”. Feeling the shoe on his left leg was a bit tight, he bent down, held the phone with between his ear and shoulder as he tilted his head to the left and began adjusting his sneakers.

“No, I haven't been robbed or threatened. No, I haven't been targeted by bad gangs....... No, I haven't seen any aliens. Mom!”

He yelled exasperatedly.

“Uh huh…mm”.

He kept nodding as the voice on the other end nagged with no signs of tiring.

“You could have chosen literally any other University..... Literally, any other course. You could have studied business, but no. It just had to be Gotham.....”.

“Gotham's one of the largest cities in the world mom. Its University is also equally famous and ranks among the top three hundred in the world.....”.

'Sigh! I knew I'd never hear the end of this'.

He sighed to himself as he began reciting the reasons why he had chosen to go to Gotham University instead of Harvard or Cambridge in England. Honestly at this point, he basically knew it by heart.

“And what the hell was that course you wanted to study again?”

“Crimolo..... Crimei.....”.

“It's criminology mom”. His eyes narrowed with some displeasure.

“Yeah that. What is it with kids and their quirky thoughts nowadays? A few years ago, doctors and lawyers were considered the hot professions.......”.

“It's not weird.....”.

The car went on for another five minutes.

“No I won't be going to the property”.

His exasperated face carried a slight frown.

“Because I want my independence, that's why”.

“Ok, I know. There's no need to worry.......... Yeah, I gotta go. Love you too Mom”.

As he ended the call, his shoulders dropped as if he had just completed a three-month-long journey.

The sky in Gotham wasn't particularly gloomy today. Although it was still kind of gray, it was better than most days.

The wind blew slightly, making his curly hair ruffle in the wind.

With bright-green eyes and a determined expression, anyone passing by who took a good look at him and what he was wearing would have the same thought.

'Tourists'.

He didn't give off the vibe of a Gothamite. Not even the wealthy ones looked so...... Cheerful. He looked like a typical rich kid who just came from out of town.

Typical newbie.

Peter didn't notice the occasional weird stares he got from the passersby.

Examining the surroundings, he couldn't help but mutter

“It's not as terrible as the news portray it to be”.

The streets were clean....... In this part of the city. People moved about regularly and no crimes were happening in broad daylight.