Spiderman is swinging into Gotham City. He seems to be having a hard time because the buildings are so far apart. He stops and jumps down to an alleyway.

Spiderman's thoughts: So this is Gotham City? Its huge!! Not to mention run-down! I don't know why J.J wants me to take pictures here. This anything BUT beautiful. But there's no time to think now. I have to get changed.

He runs down the alley. A few minutes later, Spiderman comes back out as Peter Parker. He has a camera in one hand and a map in the other.

Peter: Glad that's done. I am never going to change in an alley again. Burr! Alright, now to find old J.J.

Peter walks over to a nearby park. James Jonah Jameson is there giving orders to Eddie Brock, and he is MAD! Brock then walks away, camera in hand. J.J sits down on a bench and starts looking through papers. Peter walks over to him. J.J looks up.

James: Ah, Parker!!! You finally made it! I just sent Brock out to catch a new costumed..um...clown, so to speak. He's callin himself The Joker. Heh, what an odd name, The Joker. Heh. Any who, are ready for your assignment?

He starts looking through his papers again.

Peter: Ready as I will be J.J.

J.J stops. He looks up.

James: WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME??

Peter: Nothing.

J.J stands up and walks over to Peter.

James: Alright. You are good with those photos of Spiderman, but lets see how you are catchin this flying rodent! They say he's harder to find than a wrinkle on Jane Fonda. I want some good....no.....GREAT photos of this Batman.

Peter: I'll try my best sir.

James: Good Man. Now get out outa here!! I didn't hire you to stand around!! Go on!! GO GET THOSE PICTURES!!

Peter's Thoughts: Okay. Okay. You could at least say please.

Peter: Yes sir.

Peter walks away. J.J sits down again. He fiddles with his papers. Soon Detective Harvey Bullock, the number one Batman hater in Gotham, walks up to J.J.

Harvey: Excuse me? Mr. James Jonah Jameson? I couldn't help but overhear that you needed dirt on old Batbrain?

J.J looks up.

James: Yeah, and who the hell are you?

Harvey: Detective Harvey Bullock. I have had many cases ruined by that flying rat, and I have all the dirt you need on him too. I've even got some dirt on Webhead as well.

James: Very nice Mr. Bullet I........... YOU DO!?

Harvey: Hey, I'm a detective. I pick up these things.

J.J folds his hands and looks up in the sky.

James: (whispering) Thank You.

J.J now looks at Harvey.

James: Mr. Bullet........

Harvey: BULLOCK!

James: So sorry. Mr. Bullock, how would you like to become my partner in the newspaper business?

Harvey: Well I'm not really supposed to.....

James: (begging) PLEASE! I need dirt! Dirt good! I'll give you thirty percent of the prophet.

Harvey: Half.

James: HALF!? WAIT JUST A GOD DA....

Before he finishes, Harvey whistles the Spiderman song J.J made up.

James: Errrr!! You drive a hard bargain. BUT I NEED THAT MONEY! I'm poor! Poor bad! Need to be Rich! Rich good!

Harvey: All right then. Show me to your headquarters.

James: (to himself) YES!! (to Harvey) Oh I mean, yes my dear friend! Of course! Who needs misfit employees when I've got a dictionary of dirt! This is like a dream come true!

Harvey: Yeah, just remember, half of that dream is mine!

The two enter the Bugle van and shut the doors.