A/N: There was a slight edit to the previous chapter about Corrigan. He isn't a detective. He's a CSI. Mistake, fixed.
It wasn't hard to find Corrigan. Jason made it a point to know things. Knowing where he could find any corrupt cop at any given time, well that wasn't hard to find out. They were all predictable. Kept to the same daily routines, day in day out. Which made Jason's work a little easier. He found Corrigan right where he expected, walking home from his girlfriend's place. He never stayed the entire night.
Jason signaled to Spider-man to stay out of sight as he parked his bike and got down. He walked with purposeful steps towards Corrigan. Once the man noticed him, he spooked and ran. Right into an alley. He only made it half-way down before he backtracked at the sight of Spider-man hanging upside down from a web blocking his exit.
Corrigan fell on his ass in his hurry to get away from the Black Spider. He scooted backward on his ass until he hit a wall. Or more precisely, Red Hood's legs. Corrigan looked back and up and he swallowed.
"Hood, help me!" he said in an anxious cry. "That's—That's the Black Spider! He's going to kill me!"
"And what makes you think that I won't?" Red Hood said looking down at the man,
"Wh-what do you mean? You're a Bat now! Bat's don't kill!" Corrigan said scooting away from the Red Hood and bumping into a dumpster.
"Oh, this," Red Hood said, gesturing to the bat emblem on his chest. "You think this will stop me from killing you?" He pulled out the gun on his left holster. Corrigan swallowed hard and practically trembled in fear. "This one is the one with the real bullets. Of course, if you tell me what I want to know, I'll put it away and send the Spider back where he came from."
"Y-ye-yeah, whatever you want to know," Corrigan said with a vigorous nod of his head.
"Mila's men," Red Hood said simply.
"Okay, okay," Corrigan said and ran a hand over his hair and then grimaced when he realized how filthy his hand was. "There were-there were no bullets. I didn't lie on the report. There was nothing. No slugs. The entire scene was clean."
"Explain."
"I heard-fuck, you can't tell anyone you heard this from me—"
"Who would I tell?" Red Hood said tilting his head to the side. He kicked at Corrigan's foot. "I don't have all night. Tell me."
"Alright, I, um, I overheard some of Penguin's men talking. They didn't know-didn't know I could hear them. But they said-said that the Penguin ordered the hits. He even provided the weapon," Corrigan ran his hands over his lap and wiped his sweaty brow with his forearm. "LexCorp made it for the Penguin using some of Freeze's designs. It was an ice gun. It shoots ice bullets so that there isn't any evidence left at the crime scene. They just melt. But that's-that's all I know."
"Why is the Penguin targeting Mila's former crew?"
Corrigan made a face and whimpered. "I don't—"
Red Hood cocked the gun.
"Okay-okay, it's because he wants to frame her for the murders. She's been taking some business away from him. Exports or something. I don't know all the details," Corrigan said and looked at the Red Hood with pleading eyes. "Please don't kill me! That's all I know!"
Red Hood put his gun away and looked at Spider-man. "I guess that's all he knows."
"Sounds like it," Spider-man said, sounding amused.
"It is!" Corrigan said. "Can I-can I go, please?"
Red Hood looked at the man and then he looked at Spider-man who shrugged before he said, "Not yet. I need more than just your word."
"There is no evidence! None!"
"So you say," Red Hood said and looked towards the end of the alleyway when he saw Spider-man flinch and look behind him. A working girl ran into the alley.
"Hood! Hood, you have to come with me right now!"
"What is it?"
"One of the John's messed up Luna real bad," the girl said and started to run back out. "Hurry!"
"Spider, take this asshole to the GCPD rooftop. Do you know where it is?"
Spider-man flipped onto the alley and walked up to Corrigan. "Um, if you can direct me to the general vicinity, I'm sure I can find it."
"North of here, eight blocks over. You can't miss the floodlight on the roof. Turn it on. When someone comes to the roof, ask for Commissioner Gordon. Tell him Red Hood sent you and that Corrigan has information. Leave before they ask you any questions but stick around in the shadows to make sure Corrigan tells them what he told us. I'll meet up with you tomorrow night," Red Hood said and pointed in the general direction of his bike. "I have to—"
"Yeah, got it," Spider-man said. He webbed up Corrigan and easily picked him. Corrigan was babbling nonsensical words and squirming. Peter looked up and shot off a web. When he looked back, Red Hood was gone. "Huh. Alrighty, let's get you to Gordon."
Peter pulled back on the web and easily flung himself up onto the rooftop where he took off in a run and then jumped. He shot off another web and easily swung towards the GCPD.
"Aaaahhhh!" Corrigan shouted.
"Exhilarating, isn't it?!" Peter said excitedly. Corrigan's response was another shout. "Uh, you're not afraid of heights, are you?"
"Afraid of-are you crazy?! We're going to die!"
"It depends on who you ask. But, don't worry. We're not going to die," Peter said dismissing Corrigan's worries as they swung up and down between buildings. "I know what I'm doing."
"Put me down! I don't want to die!"
"Well, if I put you down now, you will die," Peter said amusedly. "But, hey, look, there's the rooftop we're looking for! We're here!"
Peter set Corrigan down next to the parapet. He walked around the floodlight until he found the switch and turned it on. "Oh, wow," Peter said as he looked up at the clouds where the bat symbol was displayed. "I need one of these."
He heard someone running up to the roof access and he flipped up higher to hide in the shadows. Two police officers burst out of the doors with their guns drawn. A red-headed female and a black male. They looked around nervously before they spotted Corrigan.
"Corrigan?!" the redhead said in confusion. "What are you doing here?"
Peter cleared his throat before Corrigan could answer. Both officers had walked up to Corrigan and they turned around quickly in the direction of the noise pointing their guns at nothing.
"Red Hood told me to bring him here," Peter said without revealing himself. "But I need to talk to Commissioner Gordon."
"Who are you?! Show yourself!" said the redhead officer.
"Not while you're busy pointing your guns," Peter said and crawled towards the other side right before one of the officers took a shot in his general direction. "Trigger happy cops." Peter scoffed. "And you wonder why I don't show myself."
"Corrigan, who is it?" the male officer said as he flung around towards the voice.
"The Black Spider," Corrigan said, squirming where he sat. "Get this stuff off of me!"
"I'm not the Black Spider," Peter corrected in annoyance. "And I need to speak to Commissioner Gordon." He shot off a couple of webs and took the guns from the police officers. He threw them back onto the rooftop at their feet. The guns were covered in webs, rendered useless. He peeked out from the shadows. He raised his hands in surrender. "Pretty please. I'm unarmed."
Just then two more officers came to the rooftop. A robust male and a brunette female.
"Chandler, Takahata, what are you two idiots doing?! Who are you shooting at?!" said the robust male officer.
"Corrigan!?" said the female officer who'd just come up to the rooftop. She spoke at the same time the other officer questioned the other two. "Of course, it's you!"
"What the hell is that?!" the robust officer said pointing at the webbed up guns before the other officers had a chance to explain.
"Are either of you Commissioner Gordon?" Peter said from the top of a generator.
"Black Spider?!" said the brunette pointing her gun at him.
"I'm not," Peter said taking her gun with his webs and tossing it at her feet after he'd wrapped it, "the Black Spider. This uniform is navy blue, for crying out loud! And I need to speak to Commissioner Gordon!"
"So you wrapped up Corrigan?" said the robust officer as he hid his gun behind his back before the Spider took it.
"Yes," Peter said and huffed in annoyance. "Is someone getting the commissioner or do I need to start hollering?"
"Montoya, call the commissioner," the robust officer said. Motoya nodded and headed back downstairs. "Takahata, turn off the light before bat-ears shows up. Chandler, pick up the guns."
They both did what they were asked and seemed a lot more relaxed now that the robust officer had moved to stand closer to the Spider, acting as their shield. Corrigan was mumbling to himself and hadn't stopped squirming around.
Chandler said, "Ew, this is disgusting," as she handled the guns with the tips of her fingers. "Are they real webs?"
"Will that stuff come off easily or should we bill you for new ones?" the robust officer asked after he got a better look at the webbing.
"It'll dissolve in an hour," Peter said and pretended to inspect his fingernails. Which he actually couldn't do since he was wearing gloves.
"So, what's Corrigan doing here all wrapped up like your next meal?" the robust officer said.
"Are you the commissioner?" Peter said with a tilt of his head as he looked the officer up and down.
"No."
"Well, I'm not telling until he gets here," Peter said and started to walk on the side of the building. Pacing back and forth easily.
"Chandler, Takahata get back down there," the officer told the others while pointing at the staircase. "I'll stay until the commissioner gets here."
"Are you sure?" said Takahata.
"Of course, I'm sure," he said in annoyance. "Make sure Montoya actually called the commissioner while you're at it."
"On it," said Chandler.
"Who the hell are you?" the officer asked after taking a few steps back. He was standing closer to Corrigan.
"Spider-man," Peter said and squatted on the wall, looking down at the other officer.
"New in town?"
"Not really."
"Does Batman know about you?"
"Yeah, actually, met him earlier."
"Great, another freak in costume," he said with a scoff.
"Yeah, thanks."
"That wasn't a compliment."
"And I wasn't being sincere."
They stared at each other for a moment before the robust officer turned to Corrigan.
"What the hell did you get up to this time?" he said in annoyance.
Corrigan didn't answer. He tightened his lips and shook his head. He looked away from the other officer.
"You're not talking either?!"
"Not until the commissioner gets here," Peter said in a sing-song voice. The other officer scoffed and kicked at Corrigan who grunted in annoyance.
Just then Peter heard someone coming up the staircase in a hurry.
"I hope that's him."
"Harvey," said a redheaded older male in a gruff voice. He was wearing a long trench coat. "Why the hell did you drag me out of bed at two in the morning?"
"Two reasons." Harvey pointed at Corrigan and then at Spider-man.
"Corrigan?" the commissioner said, fixing his glasses before he looked at the other figure who waved at him while sitting on the wall. "Black Spider?!"
Peter sighed heavily. "The name is Spider-man. And before you ask," Peter lifted up a hand to stop the commissioner from asking questions, "I was told to tell you that the Red Hood sent me. Corrigan has some information for you."
"What type of information?" the commissioner said quickly. He looked from Corrigan to the Spider.
"Information he was apparently keeping to himself," Peter said sounding disappointed. "Pertinent information about an ongoing case."
"Which case?"
"The murders of Mila Peter's former crew."
"His word won't be enough if he gives it while under duress," the commissioner said standing up straighter and sounding as if Spider-man was wasting his time.
"His word won't be enough, period," Peter said and glared at Corrigan. "Not unless he tells you more than he told the Red Hood. Including the names of the people he overheard. And of course, if your detectives can find actual proof of what he said. You will find that proof if he tells you everything he knows."
Peter shot off a web and was gone before the commissioner could ask him anything else. He didn't go very far. He simply swung to the shadows. He heard the commissioner sigh heavily.
"Harvey, bring Corrigan down to my office. Looks like we have to have a long chat."
"Get up, Corrigan," Harvey said in annoyance. "You better get your singing voice ready."
"Shut it, Bullock," Corrigan said in annoyance.
Harvey chuckled and then made a sound of disgust. "This stuff is disgusting."
"Yeah? Well, you're not the one covered in it, are you?"
"Save your voice, idiot," Harvey said, sounding amused. "Who knows how long you have to sing. Don't want you to lose it before you cough everything up."
Corrigan whimpered and Harvey started to laugh. It was an ugly laugh of someone who was happy about the pain of another. But Corrigan had it coming, so Peter didn't feel too bad for the other man.
"That's enough, Harvey," the commissioner said, sounding tired.
Peter crawled down the side of the building, sticking to the shadows. He was listening to them as they made their way downstairs and into the commissioner's office. He stayed outside the window listening to everything Corrigan said. He told the commissioner everything he told the Red Hood. The commissioner wasn't happy with what he was hearing. Peter had no idea who this Penguin was or Freeze, but the involvement of those two seemed to cause the commissioner a lot of grief. He asked Corrigan more pertinent questions. Names. Places. Times. And he ordered another more forensics on the body. Lastly, Peter heard him call Batman.
Peter yawned heavily. He figured that he'd heard enough. He decided to leave before Batman showed up. Besides, there was a bed with his name on it not too far from where he was at. Or at least he didn't think it was far.
"I should have left a trail of breadcrumbs to find my way home," Peter said before he pulled out his phone and opened the map app. He entered his address and smiled. "Technology. Gotta love it. Eat your heart out, Hansel and Gretel!"