I've been trying to put this origin story together for a while now, but I think I got it down. Take the teenaged next generation concept of Batman Beyond, add the look and name of Spider-Man 2099's Miguel O'Hara, and throw in some Project Phoenix Agent 003 action flare, with plot inspiration from Spectacular Spider Man TV series, and you get this.

Miguel O'Hara tossed his backpack into a corner after another uneventful day at school. It was the same as last week. His grades were dropping, his teachers were scratching their heads and his dad was furious. But losing you mother in the blink of an eye tends to have a negative effect on people, and Miguel was never very good at "taking it like a man".

He'd been the top of all his classes (except of course for PE), but now he was slipping further and further down the curve. He was staying out late and ignoring homework assignments, avoiding people who cared and running with the kind of crowd that was more likely to shoot him than help him get over his mom.

His friends, his real friends, they didn't know what to think. Rocky had, at first, stopped him in the halls almost every day and ask that question they'd all asked in the beginning. "You okay?" But Rocky learned to take a hint. Miguel didn't want help, and he didn't want sympathy. All he seemed to want to do was drown his frustrations in a life as a delinquent.

Serina didn't seem to get it. She kept calling, kept sitting at his table at lunch, kept begging for him to talk to her. He saw the fear in her eyes, the fear of what he'd become and where he was headed. After all, it was a Public Eye officer who'd even killed his mother in the first place. And not just killed her…

Miguel's fists clenched at the very thought of it. Someday, he was going to find the bastard officer who'd killed his mother, and when he did there would be hell to pay. But today was not looking to be that day. No, today was about that time of the week that Miguel and his new "friend" Anthony would head out to the Alchemax Slums to get a fresh batch of Rapture to last the week.

Miguel was already starting to feel antsy from withdraw. When he was on Rapture, he felt so sharp, focused and downright lethally precise. But now, after nearly two months of use, without it he was clumsy, trembling, and disoriented. He was addicted, he accepted it. Heck, some part of him may have even wanted out.

But it was too late. He'd read the studies. Rapture was illegal in the continental UR for a reason. It wasn't just mentally addicting, the human body actually (and quite rapidly) developed a physical need for the drug in order to function properly. Once you were in, there was no way out.

"Miguel, is that you?"

The depressed teenager groaned in annoyance. So his dad was home early from work today. His father worked at the Alchemax research labs in the gene division, working on solving the mysteries of human DNA. And (as per the Alchemax agenda) finding ways to use genetic modification for profit. Big profit.

"Yeah, it's me," he replied reluctantly. He did not want to deal with this right now. He had a meeting to get to in the slums. "Home early?"

"Just came to pick up a few research notes I left here this morning actually," his dad said. "But I'm glad I caught you. We need to talk."

"Can it wait dad?" Miguel asked, looking around trying to remember where the key rack was. Or how to get to the slums from the apartment. "I've got somewhere to be."

"Miguel," his father pleaded, finally stepping into the room. "Please."

Miguel's father wasn't a very memorable man. He was five foot ten and always wore a grey lab coat with the Alchemax "A" logo on the shoulders over whatever else it was he was wearing. He had dark eyes and hair, which was cropped professionally short. His skin was brown, unlike Miguel who got his fair skin from his mother's side of the gene pool.

Miguel was a full six feet even, fair skinned with brown hair and eyes, and formerly in clean cut if somewhat casual dress. Now though, he wore his jeans faded and often with frayed holes in the knees. Miguel's attitude, appearance, and even his stench all radiated the message I don't give a damn.

Miguel sighed, giving into his father's plea. "What is it?"

"I want to talk to you about…about the people you've been hanging around with lately," his father told him. "I don't think-"

"Oh no Dad, not this again," the teen complained. "Look, so I have new friends now. So what?"

"What about your old friends?" his father asked. "Serina called today by the way."

"I told her to stop calling me," Miguel groaned.

"She's worried about you," Miguel's dad said. "We all are."

"There's nothing to worry about," Miguel lied, not caring if his father believed him. "I'll be fine."

"Just be careful," his father warned. "Some mistakes can't be corrected."

He grabbed his dad's car keys off the key rack, went back outside, and drove off for the Alchemax Slums a few districts below from where he lived in Midtown. As he drove, he could already feel the effects of withdraw taking root. His hands fumbled to maintain a decent grip on the steering wheel, his driving began to lurch from left to right uncertainly, wobbling like it wasn't sure whether or not it wanted to careen off the road and down to the surface far, far below.

Miraculously, he maintained his sense of direction and control of the vehicle, arriving in the Slums fairly quickly. Anthony was already waiting.

"C'mon man, we're gonna miss him," he urged. "I don't wanna deal with a Rapture clean week again."

Miguel remembered. The week he and Anthony had gotten fed up being pathetic addicts and tried to quit. Instead, their hearts had nearly quit before for days were over. The expected lifespan of a person who got addicted to Rapture was only about a year, which meant Miguel had, at the most, only ten months to live.

He'd been "making the most of it" lately. Of course "making the most of it" made him one of the most ethically unclean kids out there. From destined to success to terminal druggie, the mighty could fall no further.

When they got to the alleyway where the guy who usually sold them the Rapture, they found he wasn't alone this time. With him were two Public Eye officers, each carrying the nonlethal (but extremely painful) Taser gun that many riot police used. It could fire five shots before it needed reloading, and could stop a rhino.

"Hello again boys," the dealer greeted. "How would you feel if I told you I could cure your addiction?"

"Who says we're addicted?" Miguel asked defiantly.

"It's written all over your face kid," he said. "Now, if you'll just come with me…"

Miguel may have been an addict, but he wasn't stupid. And he recognized the uniform of these officers. It was the same worn by the Alchemax-hired officers who provided security for Alchemax research labs. They were being taken in as lab rats.

"I'll pass," Miguel said, taking a step back. Anthony looked back at him as if to say "what are you doing?". Anthony was too far gone, ten of his twelve months to live already used up. He was desperate, and he was blindly taking help from the first people who offered.

"It was not a request," the dealer said, and both officers raised their weapons.

Maybe if he hadn't had withdraws, he could've escaped. But he stumbled and fell over a trashcan, falling to the floor with a loud crash and leaving him an easy target for the Taser guns. The electrified projectile him dead on, and Miguel went into a series of convulsions before blacking out.

When he woke up, he felt dizzy, confused, and there was an uncomfortable feeling in his arm. He turned his head and saw an IV running in his arm. There was an odd, raspy sound, and Miguel realized he was on a respirator too. He heard voices, talking about something…about him maybe?

"My god, what in hell have you done?" an old, angry voice accused. "Who are these boys?"

"Your new test subjects," a voice said through a helmet microphone. It had to belong to a Public Eye officer then. Only they were face obscuring, voice changing helmets. "You're studying the effects of Rapture aren't you? Looking for a cure to the addiction?"

"Well yes but…wait…these boys are—"

"Addicts," the officer confirmed. "Get to working, Doctor Parker. This one here has two months, give or take. The other has ten."

"This is unbelievable," the doctor said. "How would you even know how long they've…have you been supplying these boys with Rapture?"

"That's above your clearance Doc," the officer said. "Does it matter? You got the live subjects you were looking for."

"Yes it matters!" the old doctor shot back. "Purposely drugging innocent kids to use them in experiments is inhumane!"

"They weren't forced," the officer said. "They took Rapture out of their own free will."

"Get out," the doctor said. "Get out now!"

"Have a good day," the officer said cordially as he left. Miguel heard the door shut behind him. That was when he got his first good look at the doctor. He looked to be old, very old. In his seventies, early eighties. His hair was gray, but his skin wasn't as wrinkled as one would expect. He was tall, and lacked the slouch many old men carried. He walked without a cane, had brown eyes and looked like he'd seen everything the world had to offer.

"Damn Public Eye…" the doctor muttered. "If I were twenty years younger…"

He turned to Miguel with a look of pity. "I don't know if you can hear me son, but I'm going to fix you. I'm going to fix what they did to you."

Miguel was touched by the old man's words. Something about this doctor, it struck Miguel at the core. His anger at the Public Eye, his concern for Miguel, his confidence he could fix someone as broken as he.

The old man looked to the sky and muttered something. Miguel, drifting back into unconsciousness, only caught the end of it."

"…great responsibility. If only they all saw it that way Ben. If only they all did."

Well what do you think? I've got new Spidey's origin, first villain, and many nemises planned out, but I'd really appreciate any plot suggestions or ideas on how to portray villains in the this. Not saying I couldn't do it myself, but I want you guys to have a part in shaping this story. PM me with either plot suggestions or villain (or hey, even ally) suggestions, and please review!