January 5th, 2010,12:00 pm
Manhattan, NYC, New York.
The last week was going pretty well, all things considered. Only some street crimes and minor break-ins but nothing too bad. The Maggia, the notorious Big Man, even Wilson 'Kingpin' Fisk were being very quiet for the holiday season
"Guess even crime lords and supervillains take a holiday break. That means more time for Spider-Man to take a break and Peter Parker to get some horrible time in the real world." Said hero was walking to the place he hated more that the sewers underneath 5th Avenue, Midtown High School.
"Just 6 months and I can leave the place forever." Peter mumbled as a walked into the building that had caused him more aggravation, pain, depression, and suffering than any bullet, knife, lazer and brass knuckle had in the last 2 years of him being a superhero in comparison.
"Wish I could burn this place to the ground." He walked to his locker put his winter gear away and walked into homeroom, AP Physics. He was walking into the room when a tingling feeling went of in his head. He knew who it was, but he couldn't do anything without blowing his secret identity. While every fiber in his being to reach out and pummel him, he let nature take its course, as a brawny shoulder slammed into his and sent him into the side of the wall outside of the classroom.
"Watch where you're going Parker! Can't hurt my shoulder, or else I won't get to the NFL." This 'wonderful' specimen of the human species is known as Eugene 'Flash' Thompson, Quarterback of the Midtown High Wolverines, Captain of the Wrestling team and Leader of the Pick on Parker club. His large physique, broad shoulders, and bleach blonde hair marked him in Peter's mind as a fuckboy. The only reason he hadn't been expelled was because he had brought home 3 state and national championships on football and wrestling for 3 years in a row.
The teachers had complained about Flash's treatment of other students but had been ignored by Principal Andrews and Coach Murch. They argued that Flash and the football team had brought attention and additional state funding, so they should be afforded special liberties.
Peter just glared at Flash and the football/cheer squad except for three.Mary Jane Watson, Liz Allen and Randall 'Randy' Robertson.
Randy just shook his head at the team captain and offered Peter his hand. The shorter brunette took it and was helped up by one of the few decent people in the whole school. He knew Randy's dad thanks to his freelance work for the Bugle as a photographer.
"Sorry Peter, I keep trying to get him to stop, but you know him." Randy looked remorseful at his captain's actions.
"It's not your fault Randy, and don't think you can stop him, he'll get his." Peter just grabbed his bag and walked into class. As he sat down a soft hand grabbed his.
He looked to his right and saw a crop of crimson hair and emerald green eyes full of worry. Mary Jane Watson had moved from her rather bad home life to live with her Aunt Anna next door to the Parkers about 3 years ago. Since then he had resisted acting on the feelings they both shared for each other. The reason being that A:MJ was a popular girl due being on the cheer squad and her extremely good looks, and B:She was a party girl and hung out with the popular crowd at Liz Allen's house every other Friday.
Speaking of the cheer captain, Elizabeth 'Liz' Allen sat to Peter's left. The pretty Latin girl just glared at Flash who sat behind them, with his new girlfriend and her former bff, Sha Shan Nguyen, a former wallflower like Peter who had caught the attention of Flash after Liz's rather public dumping of Flash 3 months earlier. Sha tried to calm Flash's crueler tendencies after he and Liz broke up but liked the whole cruel, jock look that Flash represented.
Flash looked away while rubbing the back of his head sheepishly, while Sha only looked down in shame.
"Don't bother with that moron, Petey
He's just jealous that you've got me and MJ on your arms." Liz gave him a sultry grin as she said this. Peter only shook his head with a smile. 3 months ago, Liz Allen would never have given him a second look, now after he helped her pass her classes and midterms, she had integrated herself into Peter's little group. who were waiting for one more to show up.
The last member of his small group of friends walked in at just the right moment. Her chin length blonde hair, held back from her eyes by a headband, rested in a messy but pretty way kn her head. Her emerald green eyes were behind a pair of glasses that showed intelligence. Her attire consisted of a thin, pink hoodie, white t-shirt, and blue Jean's, spoke of, 'the girl next door' stereotype that she pulled off so well.
"Sorry I'm late my locker jammed again. Need to tell maintenance about it." Gwen sat down next to MJ and got her books ready for when Mr.Warren, the AP Physics teacher, came in.
"I hope your brains aren't still hibernating from Christmas kids. Cause today we get back into DNA and RNA and how they fit into the cell structure of human beings." Miles Warren only smiled at half of his class looked like someone had spoken Swahili in a Dutch accent. He saw the prodigal student that had ace'd every one his tests since the year started, Peter Parker only smiled while showing the notes he had taken before the holiday break.
Peter only smiled as he heard the groans of the jocks behind him. Heh, morons.
5 hours later.
Peter only sighed in relief as he swung into Downtown, the store owners on 5th avenue waving to him as web zipped at over 100mph past the various shops and boutiques. He finally solved his temp problem by layering thermal underwear under his costume. It helped alleviate most of the cold New York winter, but if he get wet…….yeah he didn't want pneumonia anytime soon.
He was just about to swing towards his fav pizza place on 6th when a familiar tingle went of in his skull.
'Small flying object 6 o'clock!!'
What seemed like a small black blur cut his line as he was just about to fire another line. The sudden loss of his line caused gravity to take ahold of him as he stumbled in mid air. Firing his wrist towards a nearby building and pulled himself towards the ledge of the roof.
Fun fact, not only did his spider-sense alert him to danger, but it also gave him sort of a 'mental map' of the surrounding area. And his mental map was telling him that there were about 20 people around him, in a perfect circle no less.
Taking a look around him he saw what looked to be ninjas surrounding him, armed with several different bladed weapons from, short Japanese and Arabian swords, knives, and various other sharp, stabby things.
"So either I pissed off the Naruto Fan-Club of New York or you guys are serious shinobi with way you threw that knife at my one-line. Also not cool, that stuff is expensive to make." Spider-Man quipped as he got into his standard crouching stance. With not even a sound of footsteps coming towards him, the fight was on.
Several of the assassins tried a jumping stab in an attempt to finish him quickly, not counting on the fact that the crimson colored hero just back flipped to dodge it but had rebounded of a wall to deliver a flying dropkick. One that knocked the wind out of the two that hadn't been able to dodge.
"Comin through!!"
As they nursed their bruised ribs, a quick shot of webbing trapping them to the floor of the roof. Several more followed a more direct approach and charged him, trying to overwhelm him. The Spider of New York only jumped over them to counter this, while mid jump he fired web-lines at the backs of the two pulling them back
Following up with a roundhouse kick that sent two of the black clothes assassins flying 20 feet back to the stairwell.
"And the kick is good! The crowd goes wild! Aah! Aah!"
The rest of the silent bunch of blade wielding weirdos, tried very much of the same tactics. With a few only managing to dodge the brightly colored hero's blows.
"C'mon guys at least make it interesting for me. This is like playing Pong on easy mode!" Spider-Man laughed as he rendered another assassin unconscious with a punch to the head. He was careful not to use his full strength, if he hadn't, the owner of the building might have a few more blood stains on their roof than they'd like.
"Shut up, you goddamn fool!" Peter guessed his quipping had finally broke one if them. The spider themed hero just zipped over to him and slammed his head against the brink wall of the stairwell. Just hard enough to give the only verbal assassin a minor concussion.
"Now Mr.Potty Mouth, sit there and think on what you-YIPE!" He would have finished his quip had it not been for the dagger that impaled itself in the wall where his head was a second earlier.
"Now,now Ubu. That's enough. Let us introduce ourselves before we kill him." An aged yet strong voice that seemed to carry on for miles sounded out in an amused tone
"Apologizes, Master. But his voice irritates me."
He looked back at the voices only to widen his eyes at who he saw.
Walking out of the shadows was a man known the world round as one of the most dangerous people walking. At a solid 6'5, he stood over the costumed teenager even though Peter stood a a decent 6 feet. Wearing a dark green coat, with arabic patterns embroidered in gold and silver, a black armored shirt and plain pants with shoes that seemed to make the most amount of noise while only making the lightest step. His hair the only thing showing his age along with the slight wrinkles around his eyes and mouth. Dark as night with the only sign of age being the silver sideburns. It was styled in a way that reminded Peter of devil horns. He had a smile that showed a small amount amusement and eyes that looked impressed.
About a foot behind him stood someone even taller. Standing at what seemed to be almost 7ft tall, was a man of what looked to be Indian descent. He was covered in tribal tattoos including ones that wrapped around his shaved head. He had a look of anger and annoyance as he stared at the brightly colored hero. Garbed in only long beige pants and a sleeveless black shirt, he showed no visible reaction to the single digit temperature of a New York winter.
Peter only managed to mumble out a name that had spread fear and caution throughout the world for years. "Ra's Al Ghul."
"Hello Spider-Man, a pleasure to finally meet you." Ra's spoke in a soft tone,but one that had a dangerous edge to it.
Normally Peter would have made some quip about his hair or age but now was not the time to be a smartass. Standing in front of him was by far one of the most dangerous people in the world. This was one of the few individuals who could equal Batman in skill, intelligence and experience, maybe even outclassing the Dark Knight. His only hope that the silent tracer he gave to the Commissioner, would ring and get SWAT down here to minimize civilian injury and casualty. He was pressing the button on his hand hard enough to break the damn thing.
"Why are you here? New York isn't your usual spot when you come to the States. I'm sure a certain Bat about 30 miles south really wants to see you again." Peter put up a strong voice even though he was freaking out internally.
"Arrogant bug, do not mock the Great One with your-!" Ubu had raised his metal claws during his tirade only to be stopped by a raised hand from his is master.
"Calm down, Ubu. It is an honest question. He does make a valid point." Ra's lightly chastised his retainer who gained a solemn look.
"Yes, master."
"To answer your question, well, let's just say I was curious about you, so to speak." Ra's looked back at the hero. The costumed teenager only tensed and crouched.
Spider-Man narrowed his eyes at the Demon's Head. "Curiosity doesn't call for ninjas being sent to kill someone."
"It was a test, one that you passed with flying colors I might add. I had heard stories about your abilities, and you did not disappoint." Ra's praised the young hero.
"A test, a test for what?" Peter was slowly backing up to the ledge of the building. He needed a quick escape route. The last two years, ever since he had got his powers, had trained himself in various forms of hand to hand combat. Krav Maga, Systema, CQC, Muay Thai, and even Southern Mantis Kung-Fu, they were all combined into what he called the Way of the Spider. His own brand of fighting revolved incapacitating enemies with strong fast blows, dodging while firing webs in a constant state of motion.
But Peter knew he couldn't hold a candle to the man in front of him. Theories suggested that Ra's Al Ghul was born centuries ago, and in that time had learned every martial art known to man. Peter was mostly self-taught with two years experience l, but to compare it to centuries of combat, it wasn't an even match up.
"A test of worthiness, a test of strength and character. A test to join us." Ra's walked towards Spider-Man in a seemingly non threatening manner, but the tingling in the back of the hero's only increased as the immortal walked closer and closer. "Think of it, using your powers for the real fight, the real fight against injustice. The injustice being done to the planet." Peter could see why so many people followed the Head of the Demon, he was convincing. His words echoed in the spider themed hero's head.
But Peter knew the ways Ra's wanted to complete his mission, severely cutting the population of the human race down to a fraction. Men, women, children, innocents and criminals, it didn't matter to the immortal.
"I know what you want to do Ra's, and I can even see it working," Ra's smile seemed to widen at Spider-Man's words,"but I can't help you. I won't help you." Ra's lost his smile and gained a heavy frown.
"Why? You see the corruption and disease in this very city, across the world it is the same or worse. Why!? We can save the world and the human race from itself!" Ra's voice rose higher and higher till he was screaming at the last word.
"Power and intelligence are not privileges, but gifts, gifts that are to be used for the good of mankind. All of mankind, criminals and innocents alike. That's why you'll always fail Ra's, you focus too much of the big picture to notice the details, the innocent people who would die in your plan. With great power, must come great responsibility. If you have the ability to help people, you have an obligation to those people." Peter recited the last words Uncle Ben had spoken to him before he was murdered.
Ra's seemed to growing angrier and angrier with every word until he sighed and gained a small smile. "You and the Detective share so much in common. It is shame you will never grow to be his equal." Ra's began to take of his coat. Ubu widened his eyes at his master's actions.
"Master, you don't mean to fight this insect yourself? Please let us dispose of him ourselves." He received only his lords coat. Ra's grabbed a sword from an assassin who offered his weapon to his lord. He swung it several times to test its weight and balance. After finding it satisfying he looked back at his attendant.
"No, Ubu. He has proven superior than what you all are capable of. Besides, it has been sometime since I have had an opportunity to test myself against an opponent like this." Peter would have started sweating if not for the cold. He couldn't leave as he was surrounded and they might decide to hurt some civilians to bring him back to the fight.
"Oh man I'm gonna be sore in the morning. Good thing it's a Friday." Spider-Man just crouched in preparation for what would most likely be the fight of his life.
"If you live till morning!!" Ra's yelled running towards the young hero, swinging his sword at his head. Spider-Man ducked and sent a snap kick to the immortals side but Ra's trapped the leg between his arm and ribs and threw the young hero with almost 30 ft across the roof.
"Man, you can throw pretty hard for an older guy. What's your secret? Cross-Fit? Yoga? Steroids?" Spider-Man jumped the distance between them and landing a solid kick that Ra's blocked the blade of his sword. Unfortunately for the immortal, the blade snapping in two from the force of the blow.
Ra's only grunted on frustration and threw the useless weapon away and assuming his normal fighting stance and charged the red themed vigilante.
'Jesus, he's fast',Peter only had time to think that small phrase when his entire being was in a state of preservation. Ra's attacks came like lightning, Peter's spider-sense was being tasked to brink just trying to parry or evade them.
'Gotta go on the offensive, he'll tear me apart if I just parry!' At that moment his opening came, Ra's overextended himself in a palm thrust, Peter took advantage and smashed his shin into Ra's exposed chest. The roundhouse did its job, while not outright breaking the immortals ribcage, he heard cracking and air rushing from Ra's lungs as the organs were forcibly compressed.
This forced Ra's to retreat, holding his side in pain, while either dodging or deflecting Spider-Man's powerful strikes. Clearly he had underestimated the young hero, but not anymore.
Spider-Man retreated and crouched down, breathing hard, his left arm stinging from blocking the immortal's attacks and his side throbbing from a kick that landed before he could catch it.
Breathing hard, Peter couldn't help but run his mouth. "What's the matter Ra's, having trouble keeping it up, don't worry it's common in guys your age." He was going to pay for that, Peter just knew it.
"Do you ever stop talking boy?",Ra's said with a thin smile, "That mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble." Ra's stood up and got back into what looked like a standard Wing-Chun form.
"What can I say, I'm a talker. I like talking to mooks as they hang themselves with their own stupidity." Peter rose and got ready for round two until a certain bat themed shuriken landed between them. They both looked at it with looks of confusion, anger and annoyance. When it started beeping, only Spider-Man said anything.
"Great, the flying rodent is here." Peter could feel the source of pain, brooding and paranoia coming in.
Then the batarang detonated, sending both combatants back from the explosion. Spider-Man hit the brick wall of the stairwell while Ra's was caught by Ubu.
In the smoke came a figure that haunted the dreams of petty criminal and supervillains for the last 13 years. Clad in a dark grey and black suit, it resembled his namesake with fake ears and pronounced nose on the cowl, while a black bat symbol adorned the armor on the chest while a dark yellow utility belt wrapped around his waist.
Batman stared at everyone on the rooftop, looking impassively at the the limping Spider-Man and injured Ra's Al Ghul.
"Looks like we missed a party, I blame turbulence for delaying our flight." Came the sniply greeting from the Boy Wonder. Robin crouched on the building next door before vaulting over and stood by his teachers side. "You'd think that wouldn't affect the Batwing, but you'd be very surprised."
"And he brought the Birdie, just great as if this night couldn't get any worse." Spider-Man just shook his head in frustration at the Dynamic Duo.
"Dude, you are in way over your head dealing the League of Shadows, so kindly stay put while the pros deal with this." Robin responded in a rather smug tone.
Batman only leveled an even stare at the Scarlet colored hero."We'll deal with you in a minute, stay put." And with that the duo sprung into action, kick and punching the assassins that stood on the sidelines.
Peter could only mutter in anger at both of their words, "Pros, pff yeah right. Don't tell me I'm not." With that, Spider-Man jumped back into the fray, drop kicking Ubu as he tried to carry his lord away.
"It rude to interrupt Bats, especially when it's not your home." Spidey complained as he webbed Ubu and Ra's the the roof, he ducked the sword swing of an assassin, grabbed the blade and the unfortunate man's head, then promptly smashed the two together. The black clad killer slumping the floor, covered in webbing.
"It's also rude to fight above your age, web-head, this isn't your fight. We've got this, stay down and keep quiet." Robin brought out his escrima sticks and began beating the Shadows senseless.
"Oh yeah this coming from the kids whose stones haven't fallen and isn't tall enough to go on the big boy rides at the theme park. I'm fighting above my age?" Peter sarcastically replied as he webbed up several more killers. "Listen when you've kissed girl and maybe get to second base, I may start listening to you. Until then, shut it!" The final word was accentuated with Spider-Man smashing the last assassins head into the roof.
Spider-Man looked back and saw Ubu and Ra's gone, the webbing that bound them cut.
"That shouldn't be possible, that webbing stronger than steel and can hold up a small building. How the heck did they cut through it?" Peter angrily asked himself.
"Great the semi-pro let one of the greatest killers in the world loose, nice going Spider." Robin mocked the Web-head. He was cuffing unconscious assassin when a glob of webbing hit his mouth effectively shutting the boy wonder up. Batman, who had effectively disappeared, came back at that moment.
"Zip it boy blunder, I already had a plan in motion. SWAT would come and surround them while either I knocked Ra's unconscious or held him off long enough for the the snipers to take a shot at him." Spider-Man pointed at the snipers at the other roof across the street who were packing up. It was at that moment Swat busted down the stairwell door.
"NYPD! Stand down!" The point man shouted at the people on the roof only to find three super heroes among what looked to be ninjas.
"Need to work on your timing captain. Been over for about 5 minutes now." Spider-Man said as he webbed up another pair of assassins together at the wrists.
"Dammit, all right boys get the trucks ready, large order coming."He then grabbed his radio and spoke into it. "*Skisshh* Commissioner, its over, better get up here we've got some oddly dressed tourists up here."
"Tourists? Man that's harsh." Robin stated, somehow managing the get the webbing off.
The SWAT captain looked to the caped heroes, "The Commissioner wants to talk, so don't go anywhere, you too Spidey."
Said hero was currently in mid-walk to the edge of the roof. "Crap." Was the response from the webbed hero.
From the stairwell came Commissioner Reagan, dressed for the cold weather in a heavy coat and scarf. He walked over to the three heroes and promptly stared them down.
"I want to know how one of the most dangerous, professional criminals in the planet, got into my city, undetected I might add." Frank took a long look at the three costumed individuals in front of him. He was not happy.
"I can answer that Commish." Spider-Man explained until the infamous 'Reagan Stare' bored into him. "Uh, first of all, I was minding my own business-", Spidey would've continued until he was cut off by Commissioner Reagan.
"Bullshit"
"But I was!" Spidey whined as he was stared down.
"He's right Commissioner, Ra's ambushed him in an attempt for Spider-Man to join him. We stepped in to bring Ra's into custody." The Dark Knight explained until the Reagan patriarch turned his stare to the the white lenses of his eyes.
"Then why were neither my department, NSA, Homeland Security, CIA or FBI contacted in an attempt to coordinate a plan of attack and capture him?" Frank questioned. Then Robin opened his mouth speaking for his teacher.
"No offense to you or your officers Commissioner but Ra's and the League of Shadows are above your paygrade." Robin was used to GCPD cops who accepted that they were outgunned when it came to supervillains. Frank Reagan and the NYPD were not those cops.
"Son, not only is the fact that your mentor did not alert any of the proper organizations that a wanted terrorist came into the country insulting, but the fact that you can't legally drive while saying that is making the situation worse for yourselves." Frank responded flatly. Robin just rubbed the back of his head sheepishly
"Despite the tone he used, Robin is right. The Shadows are trained killers with no qualms about killing policemen or federal agents. It was better that we handle this so no one but us gets hurt in the process." Batman replied in a matter of fact manner
"That wasn't your call Batman, you've compromised several policies of the U.N charter and insulted me and my department. I will be taking these criminals into custody where they will be handed over to federal agencies in an attempt to gain information about Ra's Al Ghul's organization. In the meantime get out of my city." Frank walked over to the SWAT captain to gain a report on the situation with the arrestees.
Batman only sighed. He tapped a few buttons on his left gauntlet signaling the Batwing to their position. The bat-themed vehicle came from the Hudson river and proceeded to hover over the building. Robin sent Spider-Man a look before grappling up to the plane. His mentor followed suit, but before he left, Batman only said,"350 5th Avenue, top floor, one hour." Before he too disappeared into the plane. It promptly took off out of sight
Peter just groaned,"I'm not going to enjoy this. Man I need comfort food." With that he promptly dialed one of his favorite pizza places.
"Rocco's Pizza, best pie in New York! How can I help you?" A older female New York accent came through the phone.
"Hey Maria, its Spidey. Is Rocco there?" Peter asked as he swung back to Midtown.
"Hey Web-head! Yeah he's here hang on." Peter heard rustling before he heard her yell, "Hey Rocco its Spider-Man get your ass over here!" Peter only shook his head at her shout.
"I'm coming already you loud mouthed witch! Gimme the phone" More rustling over the phone, and a Male voice came on the phone,"Hey Spidey, need the best pie in New York?" Rocco asked.
"You know it. Need my usual delivered to 349 5th Avenue. Make sure it's hot and gooey. I need something good take my mind of today."
"Heh you got it Web-head, one large pie with extra cheese, stuffed crust, bacon and pepperoni comin right up. Don't worry about the cold I'll have it delivered in a new thermal bag. Keep this one, gotta whole lot more in storage. I'll have it there in about 30 minutes." Rocco replied as he wrote down the order.
"Thanks Rocco how much do I owe you?" Peter asked as stopped on a flag pole.
"Tell you what Spidey you give us a shootout on the social medias, consider this one on the house." Rocco already seemed to have gotten started on his order, he heard the pizza dough already being flattened by a roller.
"You got it Rocco, look at the internet in about 5 minutes, and you'll get your shout out. Thanks." Peter just reached about halfway to Midtown when he hung up. He sat on the edge of the building and opened his tablet on his left gauntlet. He pulled up Twitter, and promptly gave Rocco what he wanted.
'Just ordered from the best Pizza in New York, I'm going to enjoy the food coma from this.' #Rocco'sPizza #BestPizzaEver #FoodComa.
30 minutes later, Empire State Building
Batman grappled up to the top observation deck. He always liked the view from skyscrapers, gave him view of the crime infested city below him. New York was different from Gotham, older but cleaner and less corrupt.
"Bout time you showed up, was wondering if I was gonna finish my pie before you got here." Batman turned his head to look at NYs hero eating a slice of pizza while clinging to the side of the observation deck
"I'll get to the point you need to stop." Batman didn't even turn around as he said this.
"Stop what? Eating this pizza? That's not gonna happen, Bats. It's too damn good, Roccos outdone himself this time. Mmmh that was good." Spider-Man put the box back in the thermal bag. He flipped off the wall, stood next to Batman and leaned in the railing.
"I mean you need to stop being Spider-Man."
"I know, and the answer is still a big fat no." Spidey replied.
"It's not up to you."
"The hell it isn't. I'm the one getting into this skin tight outfit and beating up morons who try to steal purses and rob banks. Not you." Peter began gripping the railing tightly, not enough to bend the metal but with the this conversation going, it was bound to happen.
"You'll either kill yourself or someone else if you keep this up. I've seen what you can do, your strong, fast, agile and can fight better than most masters but your largely untrained, unfocused and can kill somebody if you're not careful. You need to stop now." The statement ended with the infamous Batglare.
Spider-Man looked Batman in the eye and gave him a glare of his own. They stared at each other for a while before the Scarlet colored hero went back to his bag of pizza slung it across his back and walked back to the edge. He didn't look at Batman before he said something that countered the Dark Knight's demand.
"Did anyone tell you that when you started out all those years ago?." With that the teen vigilante dove of the tallest building in New York.
Ba-Bruce Wayne didn't have an answer.
Don't suppose a sorry would do?*BOOOO!!**SHUT UP!!**STONE HIM!!*Yeeeeeah I deserve that, sorry it took so long, I've been bringing of various forms of Spider-Man media to get Peter just right in terms of character.Now as people saw last chapter, Batman isnt a fan of Spider-Man. Mainly because Peter is a complete unknown, Bruce doesn't know where he's from, who he is, how he got his powers and what is weaknesses are. I.E he doesn't know how to stop him, that makes him dangerous.Now people have wondered who Peter romances, Felicia Hardy/Black Cat is the 1st, the 2nd and 3rd are going to be the next poll.Until then MikeySilverlance out.