Where...?
Hmm…
Faint sounds of footsteps and sirens could be heard in the distance…
It’s all so quiet…
Wonder what's happening…?
My chest feels so tight…
Someone should…get up and help…
Just…breathe…it’ll go away soon
People might be in danger….
Darkness….it's all Peter could see…all he could hear…
My senses have never been so quiet before…
The sensation of being pulled apart.
Being put back together…
It didn’t hurt though…why didn’t it hurt…?
Why couldn’t I feel it? What’s going on?
Hmm…?
What’s that noise?
Why is it so quiet? Is it quiet? Have I lost my hearing? Why can’t I feel anything?
CRASH…..!
A muffled ringing was all that could be heard, the only thing Peter could notice in his current state. His senses felt strange, like they were put on mute. It felt like he was floating in water, drifting with the tide, suspended in the air, waiting for something to pull him back to the ground.
The ground…
Right…
Was Peter even on the ground anymore? It didn't feel like it.
Peter could feel his senses slowly coming back to him. Bit by bit, feeling returned to his body. Peter stretched out his hands, dragging them against the cold, damp concrete where he was lying. Slowly, he braced his hands on the ground and pushed himself up. He propped myself against a wall.
As Peter became more aware of his surroundings he noticed he was behind a large dumpster in an alley. His vision began to clear, and the ringing in his ears stopped.
Deep breath…
In
Out…
“Haaa…” The tightness in Peter's chest died down to a dull ache. With another deep breath, he used the wall to stand up, legs shaking. Peter placed a hand on his chest, “Karen are you there…?” Hearing no response Peter quickly checked under his clothes for the spider suit. Seeing it there made him sigh with relief. He tensed up a second later realizing Karen still hasn’t responded.
“Karen, can you hear me? Hello…?” Ignoring the constant buzzing from his senses, Peter presses on, desperate to get a response.
Nothing. Damn it. Karen’s busted. Whatever happened to me damaged her too much. Peter tries to remember what happened but his memory goes fuzzy and his head starts to throb. “Damn…” Peter hisses, clutching his head. Okay. No trying to remember that right now.
Peter hazily steps out of the alleyway, head pounding, into the almost barren streets. Looking around for a moment, feeling his heartbeat in his skull, trying to see anything recognizable. Nope, no buildings, no street signs, no familiar smells or anything.
Sighing, Peter made his way down the street. Stretching as he walks, he looks around at the street signs again, but still doesn't see anything familiar.
The smells of this city made him gag. The combined scents of alcohol, smoke, urine, vomit, and what could only be described as toxic waste flooded Peter's senses. Gagging, he did his best to block out the smells.
Peter's eyes stung and watered. His skin pricked from the cold, and his senses. His skin itched, and his insides felt like they were on fire. Taking deep breaths, Peter ignores the smells and tries to calm down.
Peter decides to let his senses lead him around the streets. He doesn’t really care where they’re leading him as long as it’s safe. Walking, he spots a building with a giant glowing red sign on the roof. ‘Gotham C Gazette.’
Gotham? What the hell even is that? Is this like a newspaper company? Or, like, a hotel? Whatever, it doesn't matter, Peter isn’t going in there anyway. He can hear some people in the building but decides to walk away.
Gotham, it’s like whoever named the city wanted it to sound overly depressing. Looking around at the building Peter could see gargoyles on some. Most of the buildings felt so old.
This city was so dark, the builders were asking for bad things to happen at this point. It's such a stark difference from New York that Peters is a bit thrown off.
This whole city screamed danger.
Damn Parker Luck.
Well, this is truly the lowest Peters luck could go right now.
Well…not really but this situation really sucks right now. He checks his pockets for his phone but doesn't find it. Damn, gonna have to ask someone to borrow theirs. Or use a pay phone.
Peter walks up to the first person he sees when he looks up. “E-excuse me-“ The woman cuts Peter off. “I don’t want whatever you're selling, get away from me.” She said, holding a hand up to his face. “N-no, I’m not-“ she cuts him off again. “I said scram kid!” She yells, walking away.
What an awful encounter, what the hell was that even about. She wouldn’t even let me finish. He gets rude New Yorkers, but come on. Lost kid over here. Peter can understand being wary of others when they look a little desperate. But seriously? Not even a little compassion?
He tries a few other people but gets about the same response out of all of them.
Why does everyone think he's trying to sell drugs? Must be way too common in this city.
And what do ya know, all the damn pay phones are broken. Didn’t even check if I had money yet.
This is truly a low point for Peter right now. Peter shakes his head ignoring the headache. Ok, I can't let this get me down. According to the three survival rule, a person can survive for three minutes without air, three hours without shelter, three days without water, and three weeks without food.
The last one applied a little less to Peter because of his fast metabolism. But he could still go without food for a while. So, he decides to prioritize the others first. Okay Parker, just stay calm and make a plan as you go. I need to learn more about where I am.
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Peter kept walking down the street while checking his pockets. Luckily he found his wallet in his hoodie pocket. Sweet, $235, not a lot but enough for the moment.
As Peter keeps making his way down the street, He feels a chill up his spine. It’s hard to pay attention to, as he’s freezing his ass off right now. Doesn’t help that his clothes are soaked in the back from when he was lying in that alley earlier.
Still, he takes a quick, subtle look around. If he's being watched, Peter doesn't want to let whoever’s there know he knows they’re there. Probably a mugger or something. Peter did have his wallet in his hand. He tucks his hands in his hoodie pocket. Holding on tightly to his wallet as he speeds up a bit.
Peter doesn't hear anyone following him, nor does he feel watched. It’s a relief but Peter doesn't let his guard down for even a second as he continues walking.
Don’t want anyone to pickpocket him.
…………
Peter’s senses send a chill down the back of his neck. As the hairs on his body stand up.
……eyes…watching…
Peter does his best not to react, but he can’t help the slight twitch of his hand in his pocket.
Peter keeps his pace down the street, twisting and turning in random directions. Hoping to lose whoever has their eyes on him.
He stretched out his hearing in order to try and locate them.
……Up……
Up…?
So they’re on a roof? How odd…muggers really have to get more creative in picking victims these days. Just trying to grab them and drag them down an alley doesn’t really do it for them. Gotta get an element of surprise, y’know. Some variety.
Peter can hear faint footsteps following him.
Not too close, not very far behind. Light, steady, relaxed…
Seems his tail isn’t too eager to catch up, but they don’t really need much effort to keep pace either.
Peter sped up a bit more. Taking a few more turns and going down an alley. Peter finally lost them. He stays still, trying to sense them but feel nothing. Finally, time to get something done.
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Down the street Peter happens to stumble upon a rather old looking building. Gotham Public Library.
Wow, a stroke of luck. Better take advantage of this while it lasts. Peter jogged up the stairs and opened the door, warm air hitting him immediately. Looking around for the desk and heading straight to it once he spotted the librarian there.
“Um... excuse me,” Peter managed to get out despite the soreness in his throat. The Librarian looked up at him and froze for a barely noticeable moment before her face relaxed into a smile. “Hello, what can I help you with?”
“I was wondering if you had any computers I could use?” She nodded and smiled again, “Sure thing! They’re just up those stairs-” She points to the left, “-over there. You just need a library card.” She says, sorting through some papers.
Peter nods, looking down at her name tag. “Thank you, Ms. Barbara.” She smiles. "Just Barbara is fine.” Barbara said, handing Pater a piece of paper and a pen. “My Aunt would kill me if she heard me say that. She is very strict about honorifics and respect. I’m Peter, by the way.” Peter manages a strained grin.
The thought of Aunt May pained him. He shook his head and focused on the paper. It asked for his full name, address, phone number, and age.
Peter filled out the first question just fine. The second one made him pause. Should I write my address in Queens? No, technically, I don’t live there anymore, Peter thought. If what he’s starting to remember is correct.
Peter also has yet to find a place to stay here. He looked up and noticed Barbara watching him. One eyebrow raised in question.
“Uh, I just moved here…I haven’t memorized the address or where it was exactly. Is that alright?” Peter tried to lie. He’s horrible at it - if you couldn't tell. Barbara's eyebrows rose for a second - before her face fell into a soft smile.
“That’s okay! It's only really used for reminders about late books. It's not too important right now.”
Peter sighed, and wrote down his age. He decided to add one year to his age, in case it was needed for the card, and handed over the paper. Leaving the number empty, seeing as he doesn't have his phone. Barbara raised an eyebrow at him but smiled and went to make a copy of the paper, and get Peter’s library card.
Peter started to lean on the desk as a dizzy spell hit him. Peter's injuries require rest to heal, and seeing as he hasn't stopped moving since he woke up. The injuries are starting to hit him hard.
Peter could the bruises on his torso throb, the cut in his face sting, and the small burns ache. Not to mention, whatever landed him here made his body scream when he turned in certain directions. His spine felt bruised, his skin burns with discomfort, and his clothes rubbed against his injuries.
The pounding headache from before has dulled into a small throb in Peter’s temples. It isn't too noticeable, but it is annoying. Slightly painful. He’s honestly considering lying down and passing out right here, but before he can do that, Mrs. Barbara comes back with his card.
“Your information is in the front of the card. The login information is on the back. You will be allowed about four hours on the computer a day. If you need more, though, feel free to ask.” Peter nods. “Thank you, Ms. Barbara.”
Barbara stops him before he can take off. “You don’t have to be 18 to get a library card, you know. You only need a reliable form of identification, like an address or a phone number.” Peter raised an eyebrow and felt a bit of panic, but tried to play it cool.
“I um - I know Ms. Barbara.” Peter looked away from her as he spoke. Barbara looked at him confused, obviously not believing him. Peter weakly smiled at her and turned away.
He hurried up the stairs to the computers, relieved he was able to give his legs a rest. Plopping himself in a seat, he turned on the computer and typed in the login. It took a while for the computer to log in and take him to the Home Screen. Damn, this tech kind of sucks. This library does not get enough funding.
Peter goes into Google and clicks the search bar... Okay, first off where am I exactly? The search result came up with a page for Gotham.
“Gotham City (/ˈɡɒθəm/ GOTH-əm), or simply Gotham, is a city in the Northeastern United States, New Jersey…
It is best known as the home of the superhero Batman and his allies and foes…
Gotham is depicted as one of the most crime-ridden cities in the world…
Gotham was founded in 1635 by…”
This seems like a pretty major city. How has Peter not heard of it before? Also, Jersey. That’s disgusting. Anyway, Peter decided to look up this Batman guy next. He got a lot of articles about him and a Wiki page, but nothing too useful since this dude is like a damn cryptid.
Not a lot is known about him and not one person can ever get a clear shot of the guy for these papers. The Wiki page also mentions other people Batman is known to work with.
So there's a whole city Peter’s never heard of. Full of vigilantes he’s also never heard of. Where the heck am I? A sense of dread starts to pool in Peter’s gut. He opened a new tab.
Tony Stark
0 results found
Wow. Totally not nerve wracking. Peter’s 100% calm right now.
Iron-Man
Did you mean Man of Steel?
No computer, he actually didn’t.
The Avengers
0 results found
Spider-man
0 results found
Wow computer, you are so unhelpful.
Peter tried to search for other heroes like ‘Captain America,’ ‘Hulk,’ ‘Hawkeye,’ Heck even ‘S.H.I.E.L.D,’ nothing! I’m going to be sick.
I’m alone. There's no one else here. What am I going to do?
Peter’s eyes caught the date at the bottom of the screen. May 15th, 2014.
…2014…? Hold on, what? Time seemed to stand still for a moment. Peter's breath caught in his throat, a chill ran down his spine. 2014…I traveled back in time? How did…What?
Peter couldn’t comprehend what was happening in that small moment. Time travel is possible. Tony Stark proved it, but that didn’t mean Peter thought he was going to have to experience it. Peter took deep breaths, attempting to calm down his panic.
The stress of this isn’t too good for his injuries, or his headache. He could feel his heartbeat pounding in his skull. It felt like the beating was getting louder. Fingers tapping on the table, Peter tried to calm down. Breathe Parker… just breathe…
The air in that moment felt suffocating. No matter how deep of a breath he took his lungs wouldn't take it. A pressure was pushing on his chest, preventing him from getting air into his lungs. It didn’t help with the ringing in his ears or his lightheadedness.
As he sat in the quiet library, a sudden wave of rubatosis washed over him, the unsettling awareness of his own heartbeat pulsing in his ears.
Peter felt so detached from his own body at that moment. More so than when he woke up earlier. He clawed at the skin on the back of his arm, hitting a bruise, trying to calm the panic. Peter squeezed his eyes shut and took deep breaths, forcing his lungs to take in air. After a few minutes the pressure lessened and Peter opened his eyes…
Different city, different time, different everything! What the heck is going on?! Did he fall into a different universe or something!…
A different universe? No, that would be ridiculous. But not entirely impossible…Peter just went through that whole multiverse fiasco not too long ago so…
Peter decided to search for more. Anything to prove what he just thought wrong.
Stark Industries
Did you mean Wayne Industries?
What? No? Who the heck is Wayne? Peter clicks on the search result and pulls up the latest article.
Huh. He’s kinda like Mr. Stark. A playboy, billionaire, philanthropist. He even has his own company like Mr. Stark. There was a link to a Wiki page about his kids, but Peter decided to skip over that as it’s not really important.
This feels like a confirmation. Peter swears if he actually dimension hopped he’s gonna crash out. Peter decided to look up himself to see what he would get. He obviously got no result which was a bit of a relief. He looked up Aunt May next, then Ned then MJ. All of which Peter got no results for.
He looked up Thanos, the battle of New York, the Avengers Civil War, Ultron, and even Wakanda. All of which got no results…
Fuck. I’m in a different dimension. Hopefully Peter didn’t screw up anything related to this universe when he got sent here. It would suck to almost end two universes.
He did a bit more research into the villains in this city and safety protocols for dealing with them. After about 2 hours he sat back in his chair, took deep breaths and relaxed for a moment.
Peter sensed someone coming up to him. Looking over, Barbara came over with a bottle of water and a sandwich. “Hello, are you all done?” Peter stretches and nods. “Yeah I'm all finished, why?” Barbara smiles and hands Peter the water and food. “You didn’t look so good when you walked in. I figured you could use something to eat.”
Peter started to reject it, “Oh, I cant Ms. Barbara - I don't have anything to pay you with-” Barbara cuts him off, “No, it's okay you don’t need to pay me. I'm offering this to you. I’m not expecting compensation for it.” She laughs, “Go on, eat up.” Barbara holds out the food to him and Peter reluctantly takes it. “Thank you Ms. Barbara.” She nods.
“I also wanted to check if you were okay-” She starts, “- like I said you didn't look too good when you came in. If you need a shower we have one next to the bathrooms, or some clothes we have a lost-and-found bin at the front.”
“Umm..alright. Thank you Ms. Barbara.” Peter sighs, I do really need those but…
Can he just have them? Does he really need them? Peter’s more than capable of fending for himself. What if other people need them more than him? Obviously other people need them more than him, he’s more than okay right now.
But, at the same time Barbara is offering them to him. Would it be rude to turn her down? She’s being so kind to him. “Hello, Peter, are you okay?” Barbara waves her hand in front of Peter’s face, trying to catch his attention.
He jolted, “Um, yes?” Barbara looks at Peter, worried. She sighs, “Peter, please take them. I wish to help you. You look hurt and I can’t, with any sense, let you walk around like this without doing something about it.” Peter pauses. Damn, I must look terrible…
Maybe I should just take them... Peter’s in a bit of a desperate situation so it’ll be okay. He’ll find some way to pay Barbara back.
Peter eats quickly and stands up. Looking over at Barbara, seeing her smiling. “Thank you very much Ms. Barbara. I’ll pay you back I swear.” She dismissed that with a wave of her hand.
“It’s okay Peter, I'm helping you out. You don't need to pay me back.” Well Peter’s going to. He can’t just not pay her back. Wouldn’t sit right with him.
Peter reluctantly asks her where the shower is. She gestured to him to follow her. She takes Peter to the lost-and-found bin first to let him pick out some clothes. Then she shows him where the shower is.
“Alright, no more than 20 minutes, everything you need is already in there. Don’t break anything, okay?” Peter nods and goes in.
Once he locked the door behind him Peter took a look at himself in the mirror. Oh wow. I guess time traveling has that kind of consequence. Which kind do you ask? Well it's simple really. Peter meant de-aging, and somehow his clothes shrank with him. How convenient…Peter ran his fingers through his hair cringing at the greasy feeling.
Oh right, I only have 20 minutes. Peter sighed, continuing to examine himself in the mirror. Damn I look like a mess. Maybe that’s why Ms. Barbara looked so shocked earlier. Peter knew he was injured but not like this. He even had a few nasty bruises on his face. How did he not feel those?
I look like I got my shit handed to me. Well I did, but this is like I got thrown out of a building and landed on a car. Again. Peter took off his dirty clothes and inspected his spider suit that he had on underneath his clothes. At least I still have this. I’ll have to try to talk to Karen again later, and get my heater working.
Peter takes off the suit and gets into the shower.
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After 12 minutes of getting cleaned Peter stepped out of the shower carrying his dirty clothes. He walked up to the front desk, “Ms. Barba-“ She jerks up from her phone and stares at him. Peter jerked back from the sudden movement, startled. “Oh! Peter, sorry I didn’t hear you come up.”
He shakes his head, “It’s okay Ms. Barbara. I just wanted to thank you for your help.” Barbara looks down for a split second before looking back at Peter, smiling, “It’s no problem Peter. Also, there’s a backpack in the lost-and-found bin. You should pick it up on your way out so you don’t have to carry your dirty clothes in your hands.”
Peter looked away — towards the bin — embarrassed. “Yes,” he cleared his throat, “Thank you again.” Peter heads over to the bin and picks up the bag. He put his dirty clothes in it, and headed out the door. He felt a pair of eyes on him as he left…
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Peter tightens his hands on the straps of his backpack as he walks down the street.
What should I do now?
Wandering aimlessly around in such a big, dark city isn’t the safest idea, but Peter doesn’t really know where he’s going. Well, I obviously need shelter. I need to find an abandoned place that people don’t go to. He came across a subway station and decided to get on.
Hmmm, which one to take? There’s a few places I could go, but which would be the best one.
Peter really should’ve done more research on the city districts before he left the library. Being lost isn’t the best thing for him right now. Peter decided to hop on the one going to ‘Park Row.’ It’s a bit far from the ‘Diamond District’ that he’s currently in.
Hopefully this won’t be a bad decision.
Peter zones out before he feels the subway come to a stop and people start to get off. He stands up and follows everyone out. Peter quickly exits the station and heads in a random direction.
This part of town seems to set off Peter’s senses more than where he just was. Looking around he could tell this part of the city wasn’t well taken care of. Crowded streets, litter, graffiti, and danger everywhere. Peter even spotted a few needles on the ground. What hell have I landed myself in. Should I just go back to the subway-?
Peter's stomach starts to growl, cutting off his thoughts. Hopefully there’s a decent place I could go around here.
Shelter, however, is priority number one at the moment. The food here isn’t going anywhere, and Peter really needs to find a decent place to sleep. He won’t be able to stop thinking about it until he does. He also needs to find somewhere before someone else does. Peter listens for heartbeats to tell which buildings he can stay in.
After a few minutes he comes across an abandoned firehouse. The doors are blocked off and some of the windows are boarded up. He quickly scales up the side of the building and enters through a broken window on the second floor. Looking around it wasn’t as bad as he was expecting but it could certainly use a clean up.
“Well this place is as good as any right now.” Peter spends the next few hours cleaning up the space. The stairs to the second floor are completely blocked off. So hopefully no one else will be able to get up here. Peter stuck his wallet in a side pocket in his backpack and left out the window.
Making his way down the street Peter can sense multiple eyes on him, the people on the street watching him closely. Peter, hoping not to get mugged, walks with his head up. Trying to appear confident as he listens closely to his senses.
Peter was able to avoid a few people attempting to pickpocket him or grab him. He arrived at a building named ‘Bat Burger.’
Seriously…is this named after that Batman guy with no hyphen? Might as well, fast food can be pretty cheap.
Peter enters the restaurant. Scanning the menu and walking up to the counter. He ordered a Bat-Burger and Joker fries? This city is sticking to the theme way too much. Even weirder was the food wrapping. The burger was wrapped in a bat logo, and the fries box was green with a large red ‘HAHA’ on the front of it. Glorifying a villain's ego was not good for this city. Are they going to give this guy his own merch now? Are they already doing that? Ew…
Hopefully I won't ever have to run into that clown.
Peter finishes his food quickly and leaves the restaurant.
Hmm…What should I do now? Peters got a pretty decent shelter and just ate some food, so he’ll be good for at least two hours at best. After all 10,000 calories is a lot to eat in one day.
Peter passed by a few stores and came to an amazing conclusion. These stores had dumpsters behind them. Peter can dumpster dive. Heck yeah! Hopefully, I can find something useful in them.
Peter went behind the stores and went through all the dumpsters he could. He found some decent clothes, and some tools, maybe I can use these for Karen? Peter also found some pins themed after that Batman guy, and whom he assumed were the other vigilantes in the city.
He went to a dumpster behind a fabric shop and found a half opened sewing kit. It only had one thing of thread, some needles, and a small pair of scissors. Peter also found some old white paint and a brush.
This thread could be useful for my clothes and bag. I could also decorate my bag a bit with this paint and these pins. Yeah, Peter’s lost and homeless, but that doesn’t mean this has to be all bad. Decorating his bag could be fun!
Peter stuffed his finds in his bag and headed back to the firehouse. After a few minutes Peter sensed someone following him. It didn't sound like the last person who was following him earlier.
They were also on a roof though. Peter stopped and listened. He heard the footsteps on the roof stop and he looked up. Peter instantly spotted a large figure in the shadows. Damn, they're huge…
“Hey there! It’s a bit rude to follow people you know.” Peter calls out to the figure on the roof. He can see them tense up for a second before they step forward. They head down from the roof and onto the street next to Peter. Now that they're in the light Peter can see them a lot more clearly.
The person in front of him is a good six feet tall. Easily dwarfing Peter as he stands at 5’2. Why did he have to shrink? Another thing to note about this person is the large red bat symbol on their chest. Along with the dark red helmet they had on. That helmet with those guns is a little familiar to Peter. He reminds me a bit of Deadpool…
That bat symbol is Batman's logo. So is he one of the vigilantes that he works with? His overall appearance wasn't really all too intimidating to Peter. What freaked him out about this man was that he triggered his senses.
…danger…trust…wary…
“What you doin’ out here alone kid?” Peter snapped out of his thoughts and focused on the man in front of him. “I'm just heading home.” Peter didn’t exactly want to tell this guy anything. His senses were confused and wary of him. Peter wanted to get away from him as quickly as he could.
So, keeping his answer short, Peter turned to leave. “Here kid, let me walk you. It's dangerous for you to be alone.” The man stepped closer to Peter, intending to walk next to him. “No, sir, it’s okay. It’s not too far from here. Besides, don’t you have some..um vigilante stuff to be doing right now?”
Peter didn’t know this guy's name, let alone what he actually did in that suit. The only thing he had to go on was that bat symbol on his chest.
The man sighed, “Still, you're a kid in my alley. It’s my job to make sure you're safe.” Peter appreciated that this guy was protecting the kids in Park Row, but he still wasn't too keen to speak to him.
“It’s alright, I've been avoiding muggers and the like all day now. I’ll be okay.” The man didn’t look too convinced at that statement. “Look kid, you got lucky and avoided some people, but that lucks gonna run out.”
Peter couldn’t help but feel a little insulted that this man believed he couldn't defend himself. “Look mister, I’m perfectly fine walking home by myself. I’m not walking home with some man I don’t know. Especially considering I don’t even know your name.”
The man in front of Peter looked a bit taken aback. “You don’t know my name?” Peter shook his head. “The name’s Red Hood kid.” Peter looked him up and down. “That name doesn’t make any sense. Where is your hood?” Red Hood looked dumbfounded.
“Like why hood? Do you have a red hood that you're just not wearing right now? Did the media name you that? If so, they kinda suck at naming huh? Maybe you could be Red Skull? Wait, ew no. That would not fit you. Maybe you had a hood at first but stopped wearing it? Why? Did it get in the way? Did you not like it? Now that I think about it, that leather jacket fits you a lot more than a hood would. But then the name still wouldn’t make sense. You work with that Batman guy right? I’m assuming that based on that symbol on your chest. Did he name you that? That's awful for you. Well, his name is Batman with no hyphen. No hyphen! Can you believe that?! It would sound so much better with one too. Batman or Bat-Man. Personally, the second one rolls off the tongue a lot smoother than the first one. It sounds better too. Bat-Man, it would look better in the paper and news too. Ugh the news. Hopefully they aren't too awful in this city. Though I can tell the reporters are nasty. How do you deal with them? Assuming you stick around long enough to do so. Usually vigilantes disappear before the cops or reporters show up. Like Batman, oh sorry, I meant Bat-Man. That dudes very mysterious. How come no one can get a picture of him. Well, a clear one. Since you work with him do you know? Does he choose to be all dark and mysterious like that? What am I saying, of course he does! No one really does that by accident. Is he going for an emo furry look? That’s pretty y/n of him don’t you think? Does he think he’s the main character? He can’t be, he won’t let himself be in the spotlight. Unless he’s trying to be an edgy side character? A main character in the shadows? But then the audience won’t get to know that much about him. Oh! Is it an identity thing? Don’t worry man, I don’t think he has anything to worry about. I mean he’s already pretty good at hiding himself, so even if he came into the light a bit I don’t think he would be found out. Though I can respect sticking to the theme. Bat-Man just sounds like the perfect name for a dark, broody character. Hey, what do you know about-“
“Kid! Holy hell shut up! I swear you're worse than Nightwing.” Red Hood shouted, running his temples through his helmet.
“Whos Nightwing, he sounds cool-”
“Kid please, stop talking.” Peter closes his mouth and waits for Red Hood to speak. Red Hood takes a deep breath and calms down. He stares at Peter for a second then pats Peter on the back. “Okay kid, I'll trust you on this. Seeing as you could talk a mugger's ear off. I’ll see you around, kid.” With that Red Hood took out a grappling hook and swung away. Wow, he totally stole my thing. Peter turned around and headed to the Firehouse.
Thankfully he couldn’t sense Red Hood following him. Peter hurried back to the Firehouse and climbed in. He set down his bag and dug out some of the tools he found today. He took out his spider suit he stuck in there earlier and got to work on Karen.
After working for a few hours Peter made some progress with the little tools he had. “Hey Karen, are you there?” Peter waited a few moments before checking the wiring in the suit. Peter fixed as much as he could before trying again. “Karen, can you hear me?”
“Hello Peter.” Peter sighed heavily in relief. Thank Thor this worked. “Hey Karen, are you okay?”
“Some systems seem to be faulty. I cannot connect to the Stark Satellites.”
“Yeah. Karen, we're actually in a different universe right now. I also don't have a lot of tools to fix you right now.”
“I see, I will attempt to connect to other satellites.”
Peter nods, even though Karen can’t see that. “Okay I’ll get some rest and you can do that in the meantime.” It will most likely be done when Peter wakes up. Peter lays his backpack on the ground, and lays down on the floor. He covers himself with his suit, and goes to sleep.
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Jason landed on a random roof and sighed. He took off his helmet and ran his finger through his hair. He held up his hand and inspected the small brown hair between his fingers. “Time to see if our hunch is right, Kid.”
“Hey O, everyone, I got it.”
“Good job Hood. Head back to the cave.”
“Got it O.”
“I can’t wait to examine it! Hurry back!”
“Calm down, replacement, I'm on my way.”
“Did you follow him back to his home?”
“No way, brat. I mean, I wanted to, but I also want to have him trust me. Following him home won’t do that. Y’know, like a certain someone did earlier.”
“Hey! You can’t blame me for that!”
“The hell I can't, you stalker.”
“You wouldn't even know about him if I didn't say he looked familiar.”
“Barbara would have told us first if you didn't.”
“Please just hurry back, Little Wing. Tim’s bouncing off the walls waiting.”
“I am not!”
“I’m coming, Dickwing, be patient.”
With that, Jason put his helmet back on and headed to the cave.
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