JLU Spiderverse


Chapter 9: Spider in the Night; Welcome to Gotham pt.1


A Week Later

It had been a week since he had moved in to his new apartment home, and Peter had to admit he was getting used to this kind of life. He had even gotten used to the members of the League as well. Flash and he got along pretty good, considering they liked to joke aobut. J'onn was nice to spend some quiet time; it was kind of cool hanging around an alien. I mean, he had fought against some aliens such as the Kree, Skrulls, and even tangled with the Brood, but J'onn was way more wise and introspective… for a green man.

Speaking of aliens, although with her appearance he kept forgetting what she was, he stayed in touch with Kara. It was really nice talking with her, and hanging out with her at the Watch Tower. He enjoyed their sparring in the gym; she kept her strength to his level, and amazingly she was pretty skilled at combat. He asked if Diana had taught her, and she admitted she had learn swordsmanship from her, but the combat applications came from her father back on Argo. Apparently, he wanted to teach her to defender herself. He asked why and that was mostly due to the trials; the tests in which the child of the family earns the right to wear the crest of their house. The House of El was hers, seeing as how both her and Kal's dads were brothers. Even though she wore the crest of her family, she embarrassingly stated that Krypton and Argo both ended before she could take them at the age of thirteen.

And M'gann was fun to hang around; her catchphrase 'Hello, Megan' was a hoot at times when she was a little scatterbrained or when she figured something out. It was fun making lunch in the galley with her, as much as it was when she visited his apartment. At the moment, the two were making nachos in the kitchen.

"I have to be honest with you, Peter," she confessed as they finished their nachos and sat down to eat them in the dining room. "I've never had this dish called nachos." She took a scoop of one of the 'chips', and ate it. She hummed with delight, as she sighed in ecstasy, "And so far… words don't do it justice."

Peter raised an eyebrow, as he stated, "Um, M'gann. You do realize the nachos you made are um… Oreos and whip cream."

In truth, M'gann had made a platter of desert Nachos, made of oreos and whipped cream with chocolate fudge. She giggled at the realization, as she bonked her forehead, "Oh, Hello, Megan. Guess I'm into more of desserts than Mexican food."

Just then, the phone called, as he hopped from his seat, as he reassured her, "Sorry, I gotta take this." He picked up the phone, and answered, "Peter Parker residence, how can I be of service." He paused for a moment, and nodded, "Oh, hey Bats. What's up?" He blinked in surprise, as he asked, making sure he heard right. "Seriously? Okay, okay. I'll be right there." And then hung up.

M'gann finished off her nachos, and asked with a full mouth, "Whath eeth eet, Purtur?"

Peter shook his head, as he admitted, "I'm freaked. Batman was on the phone. He asked me for help on a case."

M'gann gulped it all down pretty quick, and caught her breath, as she smiled, "Really? That sounds awesome!" but then she thought about it for a moment, "Wait. Why does he need your help? Did he say what it was about?"

Peter shrugged, as he walked to his room to his closet, "Haven't a clue yet." And then pressed a secret compartment in it, as the back wall opened up like a slide door, revealing his Spider-Man suit and web shooters all in play. "But he said he'd tell me as soon as I got there."


Later On

Gotham City

Gotham City, the City of Night and Darkness. A New York and Metropolis that looked like it belonged in a Noir film. Though if Peter was asked, he would say it was Manhattan below 14th Street at eleven minutes past midnight on the coldest night in November. At least that's what he thought as he web-slung from building to building. A little while ago, he had ported somewhere in the vicinity using coordinates he found on Google. So far, the place looked like a city completely overrun by the Night. he mused to himself that it made him think of that scifi film he once watched, Dark City, only without the creep albino people in black. He swung up to a perch with Gargoyles on it, as he looked downward, towards the city's lights in trying to find anyplace that Batman would have been at. So far… no such luck.

Spider-Man sighed as he leaned on the wall, sitting on it as he huffed, "Terrific. Where the heck am I supposed to meet up with him?"

"You already have."

Spider-Man yelped as he hopped back on the ledge, as he looked in the corner in the shadows. Two white piercing eyes stared at him, as they walked out, and revealed it to be none other than the Batman. Spider-Man heaved with relief, as he stated, "You have got to stop doing that around me! My Spider Sense doesn't go off on allies. That, plus I nearly had a stroke."

"Tell me about it," a new voice popped up, this time on Spidey's left. "He never ceases to amaze anyone on that disappearing/reappearing act he does best."

She appeared to be a girl of eighteen, possibly twenty, a slender figure and blue eyes, with red hair that went down to her mid-back. She was dressed in a batman-like costume, colored black with the same symbol as Batman had on his chest. Except she had minor alterations on her costumes, such as yellow boots and gloves, a yellow belt, and a yellow and blue mini-cape on her back. This was Batgirl, or more commonly known on her secret identity as Barbara Gordon.

Spider-Man hopped back on the ledge, as he noticed he was taller than her by about a centimeter, as he greeted, "Whoa. Wait, lemme guess: Batwoman, Bat-Teen…"

"Batgirl," she corrected, as she looked to Batman, "You weren't joking when he said he was talkative."

Spider-Man frowned, as he pointed to Batman, as he asked, "Does he really look like the kind of guy who jokes?" He then looked to Batman, and pointed to the ever stoned frown he had, "Because if he was smiling… that'd be it."

Batgirl was silent for a while, until she smirked, "Yep. Definitely talkative."

Spider-Man sighed, and asked, "So what's this whole thing with me down in the Dark City wannabe, Bats?" He then spoke in a hissing voice, "Searching for Mr. Murdock, Yesss. What issss it?"

Not flinching or even commenting on the joke, as well as the impersonation, he simply stated, "That's only for Commissioner Gordon to inform us on. And I also have something I need to hand over for you." He then grappled away to another roof, with Spider-Man web-slinging away after him, along with Batgirl.

But while he was in the air, he blinked, "Commissioner? As in the cops?" he shook his head, as he slung to the next roof, "This'll be a fun experience."


Gotham PD

On the roof top of the Gotham Police Station, stood three individuals next to a sky light fitted with the Batman symbol. The first one was Commissioner Gordon, a man in his fifties, with glasses and short white hair was in a trench coat waiting by the bat-signal with a second cop, a detective named Harvey Bullock. He was an overweight detective in a dark suit and hat looking like a cross between an old private detective out of some bad film noir movie and a caveman. But despite his poor hygiene and bat attitude, he was a fairly good cop. And lastly was also detective Montoya; a Latin woman with long dark hair in more sensible attire then Bullock.

"So how long until the freaks in pajamas get here?" Bullock asked. "I hate this waiting around."

"Why? You got a reservation at an all you can eat buffet at IHops?"

"What?! Who said that?" Bullock demanded, only to turn right into an upside down Spider-Man. "Whaa!" Bullock shouted and fell back onto his fat butt. "Who are you?" he shouted.

"A friend," Batman's voice spoke up from the shadows, as he emerged with Batgirl. "What's the problem?"

"We've got reason to believe that the pop star, Cassidy's been receiving threats nonstop," Gordon told him.

"Crazed fan, maybe?" Spider-Man shrugged.

"I'd agree with you on that, but the attacks are a bit more personal at home." Gordon then pulled out photos, which showed how serious they were getting. Photos showing the apartment wrecked, with everything cut down, and the clothes shredded. There were even slash marks in the wall that said the following:

YOU TALENTLESS SKANK!

BITCH! WHORE! SLUT! PHONY!

GET OFF THE STAGE, YOU STUCK-UP HACK!

Spider-Man blinked at the pictures, as he stated aloud, "I don't think this is a fan, I think she's more of a critic's reply... in need of many years of therapy."

"That's what we all thought," Gordon replied. "But the culprit's made no such real moves to the threats."

"Not yet at least," Batman surmised. "I'll get right on it." Batman told him and turned to leave.

"Why is it we always got to turn to the freaks," Harvey asked Gordon. He never like the concept of Vigilanteism, and in his opinion he thought the criminals should be handled by the police not by a bunch of people wearing masks.

To Peter, it was the same old song it was like he was back in New York seeing that guy, so he figured to take him down a peg. "Dude. You do know those doughnuts they bring in are for everyone and not just you, right?"

"WHAT?!" Bullock was shocked at that. Normally they just ignored him but this was the first time one of 'them' actually did something like that. Even the others were a little surprised and even amused. Montoya was trying to hide a smile with her hand while Batgirl was grinning and tried to stifle a giggle or two.

"What did you just say?"

"I didn't stutter, Scotty," Spider-Man said to his face. "And also, I've got two words that'll be very important in your future, pal: Genny. Craig." Then Peter jumped off the roof with Bullock chasing after him.

"You better run you little creep! When I get my hands on you, you're going to eat that mask!" Then he turned around to see Gordon trying to hide a smile while Montoya was clearly holding in her laughter.

But it wasn't the last, as Spider-Man shouted, "This is a job for Slim-Fast!"

"BITE ME, WALL-CRAWLING FREAK," Bullock shouted, as he was turning red.

"I would, but the cholesterol alone could kill me, let alone a whale," Spider-Man shouted, which earned Bullock to jump up and down like an angered monkey.


Later On

Cassidy's Apartment

The trio had arrived at the apartment, all of which was lined up with yellow police tape. As they entered through, Spider-Man whistled in amazement at the apartment, "So this Cassidy lady…. Who is she exactly? An actress?"

"Cassidy's only the hottest singer that ever hit Gotham," Batgirl stated. "But lately she's trying to go in as a Hollywood movie star."

"I seem to have read that in the paper a week ago," Batman replied, as he examined the state of the room was in, "Though it seems that some of her fans aren't taking the career change well."

Spider-Man looked around, like the others, in an attempt to find some clues to whoever did this. So far, no fingerprints on the doorknobs, no muddy footprints, not even an eyelash. "Okay, so whoever this is. They're pretty good at hiding their tracks."

"I wouldn't be so sure," Batman replied, as he looked at the slash marks on the walls. He examined them carefully, as he deduced, "This was done by hands. Bare hands."

"You're kidding right," Batgirl asked, but then noticed he wasn't. "Of course you're not. But how did they get in? no fingerfrints, footprints, not even broken forced-entry. It's not like they could faze through the walls."

"Well, I know a few back in my home that could do such a thing," Spider-Man stated, but then stopped. He looked up at the AC ventilation shaft, which wasn't big enough for a person to get in or out. But then he noticed it on the side of the vent's frame. "Hey guys," he called out, getting their attention. "I think I got something."

The two walked over towards him, unaware that the floor seemed to shift… like there was something living on it. Once they got over, he pointed on the lower left corner of the frame, "Here, take a look."

Batgirl looked at it, and was a bit confused, "Is that a… fingerprint?"

"Yeah, but it seems a bit too stretched out," Spidey stated.

Batgirl blinked at this, as she looked to Spider-Man and asked. "Wait. Are you saying the perp came through this way? It's too small."

"Not if they can stretch," Batman surmised, he then pulled something out of his belt, and immediately copied the fingerprint, unaware that something was slipping out of the room.

Until Spider-Man sensed something, and spun around, "There!"

The moving rug then suddenly shot up, bending and stretching out… like a paper doll. The figure then shaped itself in front of the three heroes, and took the form of a teenage girl. She appeared pale Caucasian, possibly eighteen or nineteen, a slender figure, black hair tucked in behind her neck, purple eyes, and black fingernails. She wore a black leather domino matrix one piece shirt, with matching long sleeved gloves that were fingerless, a violet hooded shirt underneath the leader one piece shirt, and a violet skirt. She also wore long black stiletto boots that had zippers going all the way up to the thigh.

The girl frowned at the three heroes, as Spider-Man commented, "That's a pretty neat trick there. Going all flat like paper, and going chameleon on the floor."

"Who are you? What are you doing here," she shouted.

"We should be asking you the same question, Psycho," Batgirl shot back, as she got her batarang at the ready.

The girl seemed to take that term rather harshly, as she flattened and stretched out, screaming, "I'M NOT A PSYCHO!" she slashed at the walls, trying to hit the three heroes, while tearing up the place in sights, as she fumed out.

Spider-Man ducked, as he gulped, "Yeah, that's encouraging."


Next Chapter: Spider in the Night; Welcome to Gotham pt.2

Sorry if this chapter's a little short; but I just wanted everyone to know I'm still alive on these other stories.