Okay, I'm very sorry to all who wanted this and the other story updated quickly. Here's what's going on;
My mom has hydrocephalus. For those of you who don't know what that is, or don't really want to look it up, it's fluid build-up deep in the brain's cavities. So I needed to work more and backburner school to the point of almost not going and find other ways to spend my free time to make money for her medication and eventually pay for the surgery that she will need when the doctor gives the green light.
I'm not alone since my siblings are helping, kind of, but still doesn't leave a lot of room for me to do this.
Luckily I found a way! Writing competitions and freelance for people on .
Plus the writing competitions help get my name out to the pros while the patrons help get me some spare change.
Anyway, now I'm back to this since with the tax refund and the extra cash I made fromit all, I saved up enough to pay for the medicine and hopefully the surgery.
And to those who want me to focus on the other story, I'm sorry. I mean it. I want to focus on it too, but unfortunately, this story idea is getting in the way.
Any advice on how to take care of a creative itch would be greatly appreciated because it will help speed these along.
Again, I'm really sorry.
And a bit of a warning, this might not follow the cannon.
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel or Dc. Or some jokes.
Alfred despises how his young ward goes looking for trouble. He would much prefer if the young man ran away when he heard gunshots rather than towards them like he just did.
Life certainly loves to throw him curveballs every now and then. The Wayne company being run by a secret organization called the Court of Owls. Finding out a clone of Bruce was made by his father's former friend Hugo Strange, while said man was making monsters in the basement of an insane asylum. And then said clone pretends to be him to spend time with a certain cat thief.
And he thought his life in MI6 was exciting.
He is currently standing in the alleyway, explaining to an officer what had occurred during the gunshots. He told the man he hadn't seen anything, he just ran in because his ward ran to the gunfire. Of course, the officer made a comment on his ward. A rude one that Alfred would rather not repeat.
Alfred walks back to him after conversing with the police, "Well, I certainly hope you don't make a habit of running towards gunfire rather than away from it."
Bruce ignores his comment as he continues to look at the dumpster, "Did you know the average dumpster this size would weigh one and a half to three tons? And that's without the garbage."
Alfred raises his brows, "Taking an interest in being a garbageman, Master Bruce?"
The young man rolls his eyes at his butler's sarcastic comment, "No Alfred. I learned about that from my studies. I know it seems pointless, but my father said that no information is useless," he walks around the dumpster to the other side where he looks intensely, "you just need to learn where to apply it."
Alfred walks next to him and sees something that he is all too familiar with.
"Bullet holes."
Bruce nods in agreement, though he doesn't take his eyes off them, "Yes, that is obvious."
He huffs at his crass comment, "Is there something particular about these bullet holes that you see that I don't, Master Bruce?"
The young man looks to the gunman in the police car, "He was shooting at someone behind the dumpster."
As if that is a suitable enough answer.
"Your point, Master Bruce?"
He points to the side, "There are scuff marks on the ground. From the looks of it, someone put this dumpster in the middle of the alleyway," he looks at his guardian, and sees he still doesn't understand, "Alfred, someone managed to move this dumpster in time for the gunman to shoot it and not him."
That gets Alfred's attention, evident by the slight widening of his eyes, "But didn't you say that this dumpster would way over a ton?"
He nods, "Exactly," he walks back to the other side, "And take a look at this."
The Englishman follows along and sees a peculiar indentation on the dumpster, "What is that?"
His young ward places his hand on the dents, "A grip indentation. Someone grabbed this dumpster hard enough to leave dents where their fingers would be."
Alfred gets a worried look on his face, "Master Bruce, are you suggesting that someone managed to not only move this heap in time to shield themselves from being shot but did so with only one hand?"
Bruce nods as his calculating gaze does not leave the sight of his hand in the dents, "Yes, I am."
That puts Alfred on edge. He knows Bruce well enough to know that when he finds a mystery, he will do everything he can to solve it. Only thing is, this mystery may be more than he can handle.
After all, someone this strong in a city this cruel, can only be just as dangerous.
"So you're really a superhero from the future and not just a wacko in a goofy outfit?"
"Yes, and it's not goofy, it's red and blue so it's closer to being patriotic."
"It's goofy."
Peter spent the last two hours explaining his situation to Selina on the ratty old couch he woke up on over a cup of hot cocoa.
The girl has been relentless in her questioning. Mostly consistent with who he is and where he came from. And oddly enough he has been willing to answer easily. He's usually more secretive with his secrets.
That feels redundant.
"How far into the future?"
He shrugs, "About thirty-three years or so," He sees her doing the math in her head, "2018."
"Oh," she nods in thanks and gets a confused look, "Hey wait I thought it was a bad idea to talk about the future? Because it creates paradoxes and could collapse the space-time continuum or whatever."
Peter looks at the cat thief and wonders why she would have that idea.
"I saw Back to the Future."
Oh yeah! It just came out this year! That was such a great film.
He scratches his head, "Well, believe it or not, that movie is not entirely scientifically accurate. Time is constantly moving forward, so since I traveled to the past, this past became my future. And my former present became the past. Which now can't change my former future."
Selina gives him her most confused expression, "What?"
He looks around the room and tries to think of a way to simplify his answer. He looks at his cup and an idea pops into his head.
"Okay," he gestures to his cup, "take this cup of cocoa for example. Think of it as my present and your future. And now think of me as a single drop of the cocoa. If you plucked me from here and put me in your cup, I could change your cocoa but I wouldn't change mine. Yours is the past, your present. Do you get it now?"
Her confused look tells the Queens-born boy no. She rolls her eyes and shrugs, "Whatever. So what do you plan to do to get back? Assuming you want to."
"I do and my plan is to find Dr. Strange."
And her confused look returns, although not as confused as before, as she asks, "Why?"
He scratches his head, "Well," he's a little hesitant with this part because it's just nuts, "You see I think his son or cousin or maybe even his nephew is the Wizard that I met in the future."
And bewildered expression replaces her confused one, "Wizards exist in the future?"
"Well, they actually exist now in secret."
Peter remembers the conversation he had with while he was hurtling through space. The good doctor told him about the secret sorcery schools around the world that protect existence from the really weird stuff. Like beings that rule whole dimensions. Or other rogue sorcerers.
He wonders if JK Rowling was in on the secret.
She shakes her head and blinks her eyes wide, "The future is going to be so weird."
Man does he want to tell her more about the alien invasion.
"Alright," she places her cup on the table and stands, "Since Strange is the guy you need, then we need to find out where Fish took him."
He stands up to, "Any ideas that don't make me into your accomplice."
The kleptomaniac shakes her head a bit and walks around the table, "No."
He looks at her seriously as picks up the backpack with his suits in it, "Okay look, Selina, I appreciate you helping me and all, but I am not going to help you steal from anyone. Even if they're bad guys, okay?"
She stops in the middle of the room and she rolls her eyes as she turns around to look at him, "Look I wasn't lying when I said information costs money. This is Gotham, nothing is free here."
He gives her an affronted look, "Come on, not everyone in this city can be that messed up."
She gives him a blank look.
His face perks up as an idea comes to him, "What if we ask the type of questions that wouldn't cost us anything?"
"And what would that be?
"Like why did 'Tuna Lady' need Strange in the first place?"
She gives him an annoyed look, "First of all, her name is Fish Mooney, not 'Tuna Lady'," seems like she knows the woman with the way she's defending her, "And second, she needed him to fix her."
"What do you mean?"
She goes back to the table and picks up the same newspaper she handed him earlier in the day and hands it back to him as she speaks, "She was one of the people he messed with in his basement of monsters back at the asylum."
He looks at the article she handed to him, "Okay, so now we know why. Next, we figure out how he did it and how he can do it."
"And how do we do that?"
Peter gives her a cheerful smile, "We ask someone who looked into Strange's work and understands it."
Selina gives him an annoyed look as she purses her lips, "I know the guy to ask," she walks around him to the door and opens it, "And it won't cost us anything."
He can actually hear the disappointment in her voice as she tells him that. But the arachnid-themed hero smiles and shrugs his shoulders, "Great let's go!"
As he rushes to the door she tells him, "It's pretty late so we're gonna have to hurry before he heads home."
He stops just outside the door and looks back to her, "How far?"
"Couple dozen blocks."
Ugh, walking.
The youngest Avenger sags his shoulders, "Can't we take a bus or a cab or the subway."
The young cat burglar gives him a smile, "Sure," ooh, it's a condescending one, "do you have money to pay for them?"
He crosses his arms and pouts as he looks away, "It was just a suggestion. You don't have to be so mean about it," he then remembers what he can do. So he looks back at her curiously, "Do you have a mask I can borrow?"
"A mask?"
"A ski mask or something."
"Yeah~?
"Great! And also you're not squeamish about heights, are you?"
Selina gives him a look that suggests she's insulted by his question, "No."
He then gives her a pleased smile.
(Rooftop)
Selina feels anxious.
The girl is waiting on a couch on top of the rooftop of her squat for Peter to finish using her bathroom. She doesn't know why Peter insisted she wait here. Apparently, it's a surprise.
Anyway, the source of her anxiety is the boy himself. He is an honest to god superhero. From the future. She doesn't understand how a wish on a star made it happen but it did. Although, probably not as well as she wanted it to be. She wished for the greatest hero and considering how young Peter is she doubts he's that good.
Maybe he will be when he's older, but why not bring him when he's older?
She's pulled out of her musing when she hears the door to the roof open. Outcomes Peter with his backpack in his hand and in a ski mask. And pulling up his zipper.
She looks at him as he walks towards her, "Why did you need the ski mask?"
He stops a foot or two in front of her, "Why do you have a nasty couch up here?"
She looks back at the couch and then back to him and shrugs, "I like to stargaze."
He tilts his head up to the sky and all he sees are dark clouds. He looks back to her, "Guess this isn't one of those nights? And I'm wearing this mask because I need to protect my secret identity."
She remembers him mentioning his alter ego, "Spider Guy right?"
"Spider-Man."
She snorts and smirks, "Yeah sure. That doesn't scream low self-esteem."
He gives her a pout, "Are you gonna make fun of me the whole time we spend together?"
She shrugs, "Probably. I might take a nap every now and then."
Peter squints his eyes at her as he walks past her. He stands at the edge of the rooftop and looks out to the city, "How far is this guy exactly?"
She walks over next to him and points into the city, "A police station not too far from here."
He looks at her, "A police station? Is this guy a cop?"
Selina shakes her head, "No he's a CSI. But before that, he used to be head of the Science Division in Wayne Enterprises."
The young vigilante gives her a confused look and asks, "How do you know a guy like that? And how the hell does a guy go from that to CSI for the local police?"
Selina shakes her head and sighs in exasperation, "Don't ask."
She still can't get over the whole secret society running Gotham thing.
"So how do you plan to get there fast?"
Spider-Man ignores her question and hops up to the ledge. He then holds a hand out to her and says, "Do you trust me?"
She looks back at him questioningly, "Excuse me?"
"Do you trust me?"
The young cat thief was about to say 'no' because she just met him. But something inside her stops her from doing so. She looks at him dead in his brown eyes and sees how hopeful they are. He wants her to trust him.
And oddly enough so does she.
All her life she has survived by not trusting so easily. Yet here she is wanting to trust some guy she just met. Superhero from the future or not, she knows she shouldn't but can't for some reason come to say it.
She doesn't say a word but she does grab his hand and he pulls her up to the ledge.
She shifts her focus between him and down into the city as she calmly asks, "Don't tell me you can fly?"
"Nope," he happily responds as he pops the p, "I have something better. Put your arms around my neck."
She gives him the stink eye, "Are you just trying to get me to kiss you?"
He stiffens up as his eyes widen in panic, "W-what!? No, n-no! I-I wasn't even thinking about that! I-I mean n-not that your not pretty, your obviously very pretty so the thought had crossed my mind. B-but only for a second! It's not like the thought is always coming to mind!"
She blinks in surprise at how he's behaving. She cannot believe that the guy who is supposedly a superhero is turned into a stuttering mess when she mentioned him trying to make a move on her. Granted after a few hours of getting to know him she found out he's a total geek, but still.
Oh, she can have some fun with him.
She smirks and gives him a look that says 'reeaally', "You know, if you play your cards right, I just might."
Which causes him to panic more, "B-but we j-just met and I-I assumed that your not the type of girl, even with the way you dress!"
He immediately slaps his hands over his mouth.
Her mouth twitches. Screw fun, she's gonna torture the guy.
She turns to him fully and leans closer as he drops his arms down and leans back. She slides up her right hand from his pecks to his shoulders. With her left, she finger walks up his peck and gives him a flirty smile, "And what exactly about my outfit makes you think that. Is it the leather boots," she taps her foot on his, "The leather pants," she puts her knee next to his causing him to let out a small whimper, "Or is it the corset that brings out my," she can see his eyes quickly shift to her chest before looking back at her in panic, "Eyes?"
Selina will admit to herself that even she is feeling a bit nervous about this. She has never really flirted with anyone other than Bruce. And even then it was lite flirting at best. An occasional fluttering of her eyelashes, kiss here and there, but never anything to this level.
But there is something about Peter that just brings out this side of her. It's weird, but fun. Maybe it's because right now he seems small, scared of her even, and because of her cat-like nature, she wants to bat him around a bit.
He gulps but doesn't say a word.
"Aw, what's the matter," Her hand finally reaches up to his shoulder and she leans in close while he leans back a bit, "Cat got your tongue?"
"...Please try not to scream so loud."
Her smirk disappears as she looks at him in confusion. Before she can ask, he puts his hand around her waist and tilts to his right. She tries to let go but-
"WhaAAH!"
-doesn't.
Peter will admit, he feels like a bit of a jerk for not giving Selina proper warning before throwing himself and her off the building.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHH!"
But the fact that she's screaming right into his ear kind of alleviates the guilt.
Whelp he's fallen far enough. Time for the good part.
He whips his hand out, while keeping one firmly around the screaming girl's waist, and fires a web line. The web line hits a window and he feels the tug of his weight and Selinas. It gives him momentum to start swinging.
"OH GOD, OH GOD, OHGODOHGODOHGOD!"
Huh, suddenly her screaming in his ear isn't so bad anymore.
Wonder why?
He lets go of the line and fires another. And rinses and repeats this a few more doesn't want to do this all the way to their destination because he wants to give her a chance to enjoy it. He did just surprise her with it. He looks to a rooftop and he doesn't see anyone on it. To have some more fun, he does a flip while he tosses Selina in the air.
"OH SHIT!"
He sticks the landing while he holds his arms out and catches the damsel in distress. Said damsel looks like she got struck by lightning. Her hair is a mess and her face is in shock.
He smiles amusingly at her, "So what did you think?"
WHAP
She just slapped him upside his head.
He winces, "Aaah okay I deserve that."
He places her down and she places her hands on her knees as she breathes heavily, probably from all the screaming she was doing, But she is still giving a spiteful glare.
He rubs the spot she hit him, "C'mon it wasn't that bad."
"You… are… an… ass."
He's going to give her a few more seconds.
He looks out to the city and takes in the sites. It reminds so much of New York, but smellier and somehow more polluted. But he's glad it has buildings tall enough for him to traverse through.
Still though, it's not home.
Though now that he thinks on it, he's never heard of Gotham. It's a big city with lots of similarities to his home. How has he never heard of it?
The hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
It feels like it's telling him something is wrong to the left of the building. He rushes over and looks into the alleyway (Why is it always an alleyway?) and he sees a woman being harassed by five goons.
Not on his watch.
He looks at the still panting girl, "BRB!" and proceeds to jump off.
He fires a web line at a wall lamp to slow his descent and lands in a crouched position on a guy who had a knife out.
"GUH!"
He looks down winces, "Ssss oooh, I'm sorry. I just saw how dirty the ground was and I didn't want to ruin my new shoes."
"The hell are you?!"
He would normally introduce himself and maybe make a second quip, but he's kind of in a hurry.
So with that, he fires off a line and hits one of the guy's face and pulls. He flips forward and kicks the guy in the face knocking him into one of his friends. Spidey secures them in place by firing a web net on them.
The last two guys come to their senses and rush him. He jumps and does a split kick on the two faces, one gets knocked into a dumpster the other the wall of the building he came down from. He proceeds to web them both up.
Making sure the thugs are secured he turns to the women and jubilantly says, "It's okay!"
She then runs screaming.
"...Not the reaction I was hoping for."
He then jumps up and starts to climb the building he jumped off of. He then notices Selina was leaning over the edge. He's pretty sure she just saw the whole thing if her surprised expression was anything to go by.
Once he gets close enough, Spider-Man just perches himself on the wall and looks up at her, and waits for her to say something.
….
….
….
….He has no tolerance for long silences.
"I know, I'm just so amazing that the human brain can't comprehend it."
She doesn't immediately respond. She just continues to look into the alleyway, but her surprised look slowly turns to one of confusion.
"How did you know that lady was in trouble?" She then looks at him, "And back at the bar, how did you know I was in trouble?"
He runs his head and tilts his head up(forward?) "Hoo boy, is that a whole thing," he hears some sirens and then looks back to her, "How about I tell you all about it later?"
She doesn't hesitate much as she shrugs, "Alright."
"So how much farther to this guy," He asks as he gets over the ledge.
Selina looks around the area, to figure out where they're at, before she points, "Couple more blocks down that way. It'll be the building with a GCPD neon sign."
"Neon sign? What? Did it use to be a bar or a strip club?"
She gives him a shrug.
He shakes his head, "Whatever," he then walks over to a ledge in the direction she pointed to and holds his hand out, "Wanna try again?"
She gives him a glare. Obviously not all that eager to web swing again considering her first experience.
But he's pretty sure he can amend that.
"I promise to not throw you this time and not do anything too crazy."
Her glare doesn't leave.
"Well I can't promise nothing crazy. I mean I am throwing us off of a building to swing around like Tarzan in a city I have no familiarity with."
She glares for a few more seconds while he continues to hold his hand out of her. She finally sighs and grabs his hand. He helps her up to the ledge and she puts her arms around his neck and holds tight while he puts one hand around her waist.
"Try not to scream this time please."
This time instead of just leaning forward he jumps and fires a line. He feels her tense up and puts her head on his shoulder. He figures she's nervous so he'll take it easy by just swinging leisurely. Well as leisurely as one can swinging around a city.
After a few times, he notices her lift her head up. She gasps.
Selina thought that she had experienced everything she could in a city like Gotham. She's stolen from one-percenters and crime lords. She's killed people, though not a lot. And she even kissed a boy.
But she can honestly say that this is by far the most exciting experience she has had.
Swing through the air from building to building. Even though she is holding on to Peter, she feels like she's flying. Just watching all the people below whipping by them from so far up. And every time he lets the line go there's a moment of adrenaline where they are just free falling.
It is probably the most amazing feeling she has ever felt.
"Is that it?!"
She is brought out of her thoughts when Peter asks loud enough for her to hear over the wind rushing by them. She sees the big neon sign she mentioned and nods, "Yeah! That's it!"
Instead of landing by or on it, he lands on a building next to their destination.
Once they do, she lets go of him and takes a breath.
He takes off the ski mask and looks at her, "So now what did you think?"
She looks back at him and she can see in his eyes that he wants her to say something good about what she just experienced.
She gives him a smile, "It was amazing," he gives her a big happy smile, which makes her smile bigger too, "You did that every day back in New York?"
"Oh yeah," he nods joyfully, "Every time I'm out doing my thing. You know, beating up crooks and stopping guys dressed in high-tech flying suits."
Selina looks at him curiously, but amusingly as well.
"The future is going to be weird."
Her statement is now cemented. And oddly enough she is looking forward to all of it.
She lets out an airy laugh and nods, "Right well we better get going before Lucius leaves."
"That's your guy's name?" He asks as he steps next to her as they walk out of the alleyway towards the police station.
She nods, "Yep, Lucius Fox."
Peter walks on in silence, "... That is such an awesome name. So much better than Peter Parker."
She stops at the door of the building gives him a side look and then rolls her eyes as she opens it and walks in, "Come on PP, let's hurry up."
"THAT better not be a regular nickname or Imma call you stuff," he retorts as he enters behind her.
God, he's a dork.
Once they enter, Selina gestures out to, "Welcome to the GCPD," the hustle of the GCPD police department. If he recalls correctly where he is currently standing, the main room otherwise known as the dispatch room. Officers taking statements and typing them up on old typewriters, wrestling crooks in the cells, and eating donuts with coffee.
That last one makes him a little happy.
Selina taps on his bicep and tilts her head left, "Come on. Lucius should be this way."
He follows her as he looks around the station, taking in everything his enhanced senses are giving him. The dull and bleak sight of flickering lights mixed with glares and scowls from criminals and police officers alike is not something new, but the smell on the other hand.
"Why does it smell like pee and liquor in here?"
She looks back to him as she stops just at the stairs that lead up into an office and two desks outside of it. She raises her eyebrow and sniffs the air a bit, "Huh, you'd think I'd notice that after all the times I've been in here."
Peter raises his brow in a way that says 'excuse me'.
"Don't judge me."
Oh, there will be judgment. It'll just be silent.
The tingle goes off and everything slows to a crawl as he turns his head towards the cells in the precincts. A crook has a gun and is lifting it to shoot the officer he took it from. The officer himself has his back turned because he's opening the cell doors.
Peter's brain runs a mile a minute to figure out how to save the policeman. He doesn't see a subtle way of saving the man since he's literally in the middle of a police station. He could fire a web line but that would expose him. He looks around to see if he can throw something and sees a stapler. He picks it up and tosses it clear across the room hitting the guy in the hand.
"Gah, son of a bitch!" The thug says as he drops the gun and everything goes back to normal speed.
Other officers begin to swarm the man as they pick up what he was about to do.
Peter breathes a sigh of relief at both the officer being safe and nobody seeing what he just did. He does not need the attention.
His tour guide taps smack him in the arm and whispers harshly, "What the hell are you doing?!"
He shrugs whispers back quickly, "What? That guy was going to shoot that cop! I couldn't just ignore it!"
"Well, do you want to attract attention by doing stupid stuff like that!?
"How is it stupid to save someone's life!?"
"When you are trying to be inconspicuous!"
"Okay one, I like that you used a five-syllable word in a sentence correctly. And two, would you relax? Nobody saw anything."
"You!
Some gruff voice shouted across the room. They both look to the source and see a bald middle-aged man in a nice suit with a scowl on his face aimed their way. A man Selina recognizes as Captain Nathaniel Barnes.
"Oops."
The young cat burglar grabs and pulls Peter, "Run."
"What?"
"Run!"
He does so and Barnes yells, "Wait! Stop!"
They don't.
Back at Selina's squat, Bruce Wayne and company are waiting inside. The boy himself is sitting on the couch with his head resting in his folded hands and a contemplative expression. While his butler is tidying up the place. An odd habit the Wayne boy wishes he'd stop.
"Honestly that girl," he says as he smacks a pillow to get the dust off, "I can understand barely scraping by and not wanting to waste on cleaning supplies, but she can still at least dust-up a bit."
Crunch!
They both turn to see his clone eating a bag of chips on the couch, "She could also buy some more food," they both give him a look that says 'really?' and he just shrugs, "What?"
The butler and ward roll their eyes at him and go back to what they were doing, cleaning and thinking. Although in Alfred's case he does the cleaning while still giving the clone a look.
Though Bruce's thinking doesn't really get him anything so instead he looks to his butler, who is still giving his copy an annoyed look, and asks, "Alfred, do you think I'm doing the right thing?"
"No sir," Alfred responds, not taking his eyes off the clone, "I still say we turn him over to the police."
Bruce rolls his eyes, "I meant with Selina."
"Yes because that takes precedence over this situation."
"Alfred."
The Englishman rolls his eyes and sighs as he stops cleaning as he stands at attention, "All right sir in my honest opinion?" Bruce nods in affirmation, "No, I don't believe you are doing the right thing right now."
That gets Bruce to look at his guardian curiously, "Why not?"
"Well, why didn't you tell her about your doppelgänger?" Alfred asks with an expectant look.
Bruce gives his response, "She wouldn't have understood."
How could she? It's just completely insane to think that Hugo Strange made a copy of Bruce in Indian Hill. Why and how he did would be the questions she would have and he wouldn't be able to give to her.
"And now she would?"
Bruce opens his mouth to say something, "….", only to close it back up when he can't think of a response.
"Quite frankly sir her anger to you is understandable," the older man says, "You may have had a problem that was more of a priority over hers but that doesn't mean you couldn't have given her an explanation."
Trying to come up with something else, Bruce looks down to his feet and weakly says, "I was trying to protect her."
Alfred gets a little annoyed at the statement, "Protect her? With respect, Master Bruce, that is a load of rubbish. After everything that girl has gone through and everything you put her through, what exactly were you protecting her from."
"…." Once more Bruce has no response.
The older man takes a breath before he continues, "It wasn't about protecting her master Bruce. You just felt she couldn't have helped in this situation."
Bruce asks the obvious, "Could she?"
"I haven't the foggiest," Alfred immediately responds, "But then again I didn't think she could help when it came to Strange. And I sure didn't expect her to help with that Silver girl. That girl has helped in more ways than I thought she could. More ways than I expected her to be able to."
Alfred is right. Bruce has underestimated how much Selina could have helped him in dealing with his clone. The girl he's fond of has played a crucial part in finding out who killed his parents. From the very beginning, when she witnessed the crime to finding out who was the hired gunman.
And he's also right in regards to how much the young man has taken the girl for granted. She helped him understand the criminal underworld when he lived amongst them for a short time. More accurately with her in her squat.
Bruce wants to say he's sorry, but to Selina, words don't have much meaning. So he can't use words, he'll use actions.
He stands up from the couch and gives his butler a determined look, "I need to find Ivy."
Alfred gives the young boy a pleasant smile, "That would be a good place to start for an apology."
(Ten Minutes Later)
After running out of the police station and swinging back to Selina's squats, Peter can say that as of now Gotham is way more exciting than New York ever was.
And somehow smellier.
Just as she lets him go, he looks to his accomplice and removes his mask, "So now what?
She looks back to him and then shifts her eyes up in thought. About five seconds later she shrugs and responds, "I have no idea."
Peter slumps his shoulders and groans as he rubs his eyes, "Then why did we run from them?"
She gives him an annoyed look, "Why did you have to a dumb thing like throwing a stapler across the room to save one stupid cop?"
"First of all," he says as he glares back, "It wasn't a dumb thing to do alright. Just cause it was inconvenient doesn't mean it was wrong."
She rolls her eyes, "Well now we can't go to Lucius at his job because of that."
"Isn't there another place we can go to talk to him? Like his home or something? Or another way to get in touch with him?"
Selina looks off to the side with annoyance. It seems like there might be a way but one she is not particularly fond of.
Spidey leans to the right a bit to get into her peripheral vision, "By the look on your face, I'm guessing it's something you are not particularly fond of."
She gives him an annoyed look, that he assumes he is getting because he read her so well, before she lets out a frustrated sigh, "I can get in touch with Lucius by talking to somebody else who frankly I'd rather not talk to right now."
He gives her a soft look, "Selina, the last thing I want to do is make you do something you don't want to do. But I have to get back to the future and Strange may be the only way."
The young girl looks back at him as he gives her a pleading look. He's been told he looks like a little puppy when he does so. Here's hoping she caves.
Selina rolls her eyes, "Fine," she says before walking away, "We'll go in the morning."
Peter sighs in relief and smiles in such fashion as well, "Thanks."
Huh, maybe he does look like a puppy.
The young hero walks to catch up with her before she stops just as she opens the rooftop door and gives him a questioning expression, "Where do you think you're going?"
He looks between her and the door curiously, "Inside to sleep?"
She shakes her head negatively, "Oh no. There are only two places to sleep. The inside couch and the outside couch," she gets real close to his face again and gives a flirty smile, "And as cute as you are, I'm not sharing the inside couch."
Peter blushes for a second before his brain catches with what she's doing. So he takes a breath and responds, "Girl, I'm adorable. Okay? Let's just make that clear," her flirty smile drops is replaced with a slightly surprised on, "And second I can just take that couch inside."
Selina gives him an annoyed look as she crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow in challenge, "And how are you going to do that?"
He raises his brow back at her before he points his hand at the couch and-
THWIP
Selina is confused.
The girl is looking around the room she left not too long ago with the hero from the future and sees a very strange sight before her.
The room has been cleaned.
Now Selina has had to deal with other squatters trying to get into her squat and she usually has driven them off. But never in all her years of living on the streets has Selina dealt with a squatter who comes in, eats her food, and then cleans the place up.
She somehow finds this to be weirder to her than the hero from the future thing.
"You know even with super strength this is still a pain in the ass to do."
The young thief is brought out of her musing when she hears and sees Peter coming down the steps with her roof couch.
She hates that he didn't become a blushing stuttering mess when she told him he was cute and they wouldn't share a bed. She preferred the way he acted before.
He places the couch down before looking around the room, "Okay now where should I-" he stops and gets a confused look. He shifts his sights between her and the room, "Did you clean up in here?"
She rolls her eyes at him, "No, someone broke in here," she says as she walks over to the couch and finds an empty bag of chips. She picks it up and shows him it, "They cleaned up and ate all my food."
Peter gasps, "Those monsters. It doesn't matter if they tidied this place up. Taking a bag of," he squints at the bag in her hands, "Kettle Brand Barbecue potato chips," he slams his hand into his other one, "is unforgivable."
Selina keeps her blank look as she asks, "Are you trying to be funny?"
The Queens-born boy says and does nothing before he puckers his lips and looks to the side. After a few more moments of silence, he looks back at her and says, "I'm gonna move the couch next to the coffee table?"
The young brunette rolls her eyes before going over to her closet. She opens to find all her blankets tucked and folded in together.
Seriously, who breaks into a place and cleans up after themselves?
Selina shakes her head clear of those questions before she grabs some blankets. She turns back around to see Peter put the couch on the other side of her coffee table.
Great, now both couches are facing each other.
"Hey," she says as she walks over to her couch grabbing his attention. She tosses one of the blankets to him, "You plan on watching me sleep?"
"What?!" He freaks as he misses the catch and the blanket hits him in the face. He scrambles to take it off his face, "W-Why would you think that?"
The little minx smirks a bit, happy to see him a stuttering mess again, before pointing to the couch he'll be sleeping on, "You'll be facing me, doofus."
Peter looks back at the couch before he coughs to clear his throat before he shrugs dismissively, "W-Well you don't have a TV to lull me to sleep so…."
Selina rolls her eyes but doesn't lose her smirk, she goes over to her spot and says, "Well just don't expect me to sleep in my underwear," she turns her head slightly to see his reaction and her smirk gets bigger once she sees his widen eyes and red face, though the direction his eyes are looking at certainly grab her attention, "And don't go thinking it neither."
His blush gets even worse when he realizes he got caught staring at her, "Y-you're the one that brought it up!" He says before he looks away still red in the face.
Her smirk turns into a pleased smile.
She won this one.
Peter was raised to respect women in all forms. His aunt and uncle made sure to instill 'women need to be respected in body, mind, and soul.' And his uncle in particular told him no matter how hard a woman tempts you, never succumb to her feminine wiles.
The girl lying on the other couch not too far from him makes it hard to do so.
The young hero is lying face up making sure his thoughts stay clean despite what Selina tried to make him think. He doesn't know why Selina was acting like that with him. She's usually so despondent and cynical. But then suddenly she plays with him like a cat with a spider. And he can't help but get flustered because he's not used to girls doing so with him.
But he will not succumb. He will not let his imagination run wild with her suggestions. He will prevail!
So with that, he closes his eyes and clears his mind to sleep.
….
….
….
….Black lingerie or leather would be what he would expe-
No! Bad brain!
He rubs his head furiously to rid himself of such thoughts.
Stupid Selina for playing on his teenage hormones.
Stupid teenage hormones for being played by Selina.
"It's kinda hard to sleep with you ruffling around over there."
Peter opens his eyes to look over to the other occupant in the room and sees Selina hadn't even turned over to look at him.
He would like to retort that it's her fault for putting inappropriate thoughts in his head, thus making hard to sleep among other things, but if he does that then she won't stop and probably get worse.
So instead he'll say, "Sorry."
No response is given back. So he assumes she just went back to trying to sleep.
So with that, he closes his eyes and tries to shift his thoughts to another matter.
Like why did Doctor Strange send him to the past of all places?
"Well it wasn't really Strange that did it."
The young hero's eyes snap open when he hears a male voice in the room. He flips up in a crouched position on the arm of the couch and takes aim with his web-shooters.
A stranger in all white stands right in front of him with a smirk(AN: Picture Henry Cavill), "Jumpy little thing aren't you?"
Peter tries to give his best intimidating look as he asks, "Who are you?"
The stranger's smirk turns into a condescending one, "The man who brought you to this city."
The man's eyes shift over to the other occupant in the room. Making Peter's own eyes do the same. Once he does, he sees Selina is still asleep.
The queen's born boy widens before he glares and shifts his sights back to the man, "What did you do to her?!"
"Nothing," the man responds with a shrug, "She's merely asleep like you are."
That makes Peter blink in surprise, "What?"
The man points behind Peter and said boy looks. And what he sees shocks him. Because right there on the couch is him.
"Skipping the obvious question you wish to ask," the man states, "This is a conversation we are having inside your head."
Still looking at his body can't help but ask, "But how?"
The man begins to walk forward, making Peter look back at him and tense up, "Unfortunately explanations are not possible because…."
He leans down a bit so that Peter looks him in the eyes, which have a dim white glow to them, and says something to send a shiver down Peters spine.
"I am something beyond mortal understanding."
And done.
I hate how lazy I am with my endings.
R&R, please.
It helps with the process and confidence.
Till next time!