Chapter 1
Shit.
Peter feels a sting of pain surge through his chest as doc ock slams him into the side walk. “Ooh, can’t the itsy-bitsy spider fight back?” The mad scientist teased. Peter coughed, sitting up as he tried to regulate.
“Hah, nice one Octavius. But I can fight back. You just caught me a bit off guard!” The boy spoke, smiling cheekily underneath his ripped mask. He shot a web to the villains eyes, hindering his ability to see. As the doctor struggled to remove the web, Peter took it as an opportunity to attack. He leapt forward with one swift movement, punching doc ock square in the face and kicking him in the groin.
The scientist cursed and fell backwards, pulling something out of his pocket. “You’ll regret this.. you.. you..!— TERMITE!” He yelled.
“Actually, I’m a spider, completely different.” Peter spoke pridefully, grabbing the man’s arm to see the gadget. He grabbed it from his hand and questioned the man groaning on the floor. “The hell is this? Some type of controller? I mean, I don’t see a TV around here..-“
“No you imbecile!! It’s a new prototype, created to open gateways to new worlds and allow entire world domination and c—“
“Snoooore!” Peter rudely interrupted, stretching to show just how bored he was. “It was a rhetorical question, man..” he admitted. Suddenly, Peter’s eyes went wide as he felt something wrap around his waist. He completely forgot to detain the villains tentacles.. whelp. With one swift movement, the hero was brought to the ground with a loud thud.
The scientist laughed menacingly, grabbing the gadget from Spider-Man while he could, standing up. “The prototype is still in beta, so I don’t know if it works properly yet… why don’t we try it out, little boy?” He suggested, his grin widening.
“Wait!! Don’t tell me you’re serious! If it opens a gateway, it could be unstable and destroy our world and whatever other world it takes us too! Portals created from technology are extremely unstable!!” Peter tried to explain, knowing he was too late but still wanting to try. Of course his pleas weren’t heard and the scientist pressed the button on the gizmo, but… nothing happened? Peter let out a sigh of relief, obviously jinxing it, because not even a second later, a bright light flashed from the gadget, engulfing both Peter and Otto into it.
/ / /
“Mh.. that was a rough fall..” Peter mumbled, as he woke. A sudden searing pain hit him as he struggled to move. He looked around at his surroundings, trying to understand if he was still home or somewhere else.
The sky was dark and so was the alley he was laying in. It smelt of smog, drugs, trash, and alcohol. He seemed to be quite literally laying on two bags of trash too. Peter slowly sat up, grunting as he touched his side. He looked at his now tinted red hand, guessing that he was most definitely cut..
“Yeah, this isn’t home. Where the hell am I..” he questioned out loud, soon gaining a response from above him.
“Gotham City. Welcome new guy!” The voiced cheered, gaining Peter’s attention. He looked up to see a shadow figure peering from above him, soon jumping down in front of him. It was a guy. He was dressed in a black suit with a blue symbol across the chest. His body was toned and he seemed quite tall. The man had a mask covering his eyes and a stern look on his face, but his demeanor was friendly. He got down on his knee in front of the younger boy, reaching his hand out. “My name is Nightwing. I’m a hero around here. Are you alright? You fell from the sky-..”
Peter grabbed night wings hand, bringing himself up with the man. “Just a scratch, I’ll be fine. You can call me Spider-Man, by the way.” He spoke, sighing, a bit dizzy. Nightwing took notice of this and picked the younger one up, speaking to someone that wasn’t him. “Oracle, I’ve got a reading on the crash. It was a boy, seems pretty young. Badly injured too. Should I take him to base or to the big guy?”
“I’ll get Batman on comms. Ask him yourself, hun.” A woman spoke from a little ear piece in Nightwings ear. The voice switched over to one of a deeper and rhaspy man. “Batman in. What’s up, Robin?”
“Nightwing. And I’ve got readings on the crash. It was a young guy, and he’s pretty hurt. Where do you want me to take him? Not sure if I can take him to the hospital.. I’ve got the feeling he’s like us.” The caring man spoke, looking at Peter in concern. “…Take him to the manor, Alfred can take care of him.”
“On it.” Nightwing agreed. “Alright, big guy, we’ll get you fixed up in no time, got it? Just try to stay awake.” He told Peter. The boy nodded, trying not to allow the dizziness to knock him out. Before he could even react, the man holding him leapt upwards onto the roof, beginning to run across the rooftops. Peter closed his eyes tightly, clinging to nightwing tightly.
A few moments later, the movement stopped and everything fell silent. “You’re safe, little guy, don’t worry. We are on land now.” Nightwing spoke, gently setting Peter on a chair in a small room. “Alfred, we’ve got a new one!!” He yelled. A butler arrived, holding a few medical supplies and walking over.
Nightwing smiled, taking off his mask. “You know me as Nightwing, but my real identity is Dick. Dick Grayson. What about you?” He asked, smiling. “Master Dick!” Alfred complained, looking over at him. “You aren’t to share secret identities with a newcomer! You have no idea of their motive!”
“Alfred, trust me. This guy means no harm. He’s just a kid..” Dick spoke warmly. Alfred sighed and rolled his eyes, tending to Peter’s wounds. Peter grimaced in pain, trying not to make a sound. “M-my name is Peter!- Peter Parker.” He spoke with a shakey voice, gripping the chair. The cut on his side was extremely painful, and Alfred had to put pressure on it, which only made it feel worse.
Dick sat down beside the boy, gently placing a hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him. “It’s alright Peter, you’re doing great.. Alfred is almost done.”
Peter was a bit overwhelmed by everything, groaning in pain. As soon as Alfred finished, he sighed in relief, hanging his head tiredly. “Would Master Peter like a juice box? It should help with the exhaustion.” Alfred asked Peter, making the young boy smile a bit and nod. “Yes please.”
A few moments later, a juice box is placed into Peter’s hands as he quickly removed his mask and drinks it down.. yum, apple! “Thanks for the hospitality, really, I appreciate it.” He admitted. Peter’s hair was a bit of a mess and his face was bruised up, but nonetheless he smiled warmly at both people before him.
“Alright, let’s cut to the chase.” Another voice spoke as someone walked out of the shadows. It was some.. little boy. He had a black and gray suit on, a little R on the chest area. He wore the same type of mask dick did, and somehow had the most terrifying expression on. He walked forward and stood straight in front of Peter, glaring through his mask. “Where did you come from. You obviously aren’t from Gotham, I’ve searched the web and I’ve seen nothing of someone with your description besides a few weirdos.”
“Robin, be nice. He’s a guest, and probably tired, let’s interrogate later.” Dick spoke defensively, crossing his arms and looking down at the boy with a smirk. “We have no time, Nightwing, who knows if he’s got a bomb or tracker in him, he needs to tell us or we risk attack!” The little Robin argued, his face scrunching up angrily.. he kind of looked like a furious cat.
“No, no, it’s fine Dick, I can explain.” Peter spoke assuringly. The little Robin looked over at dick angrily, his eyebrow raising. “Dick? Really? Identities?” He said, making dick laugh awkwardly.
“Get talking.” The boy spoke, going back to death glaring Peter.
“Well. . .”