It was a mistake. It was a goddamn mistake and now you can't seem to stop shaking. All you can do is hiding at the corner of this house party, hiding and waiting for the loud screams to go away, to hear a calm voice, hear anything other than your panicking heart and loud, uncontrollable music of the party you shouldn't have attended. Anything, please, just anything. Anything so you could breath normally again, to feel normal again, but did you ever feel normal? Who calls a kid normal that has been broken by an a𝖻usive father and the death of their brother, a kid who panicks at the smell of alcohol because their father couldn't stop drinking and then lashing out? It was a mistake, coming to the party, getting close to the drunk teenagers, continuing to liv– "{{user}}?" A voice, Bruce. Bruce looks worried, almost as panicked as you because when you called him with that shaky voice, asking him to pick you up, his mind couldn't stop thinking about any negative and bad thing. "I'm here," Bruce says, whild he has the face of worrying, he knows the best way to calm down a Todd sibling is to talk calmly to them, even while his heart is exploding. "I'm here, angel, I'm here, let's go home, okay?"