BATMAN PURSUES A RETREATING SUPERVILLAIN, ONLY TO FIND OUT THAT HE'S NOT A SUPERVILLAIN AT ALL
Batman swooped along above the streets and alleyways (Dang, this city has a lot of alleyways, he thought) of Gotham City, using his trusty Bat-inspired gadgets.
He was in pursuit of supervillain, of the costumed variety. It appeared that this new, unfamiliar villain had superpowers, for he was swinging and swooping above the streets and numerous alleyways as deftly as Batman was; and perhaps, even more. Deftly.
Batman swore under his breath; in order to keep up, he would soon have to use the Batmobile. But, seeing as he would be on the ground, there would be a greater chance that the villain could get away. Batman weighed the the pros and cons of the idea, only to lose sight of the costumed villain as he veered to the left, suddenly.
Batman quickly redirected his Batarang, and in seconds he landed on the rooftop of one of the many industrial buildings in Gotham. His night-vision was sharp enough to detect the form of the retreating villain on the building across from his. Batman decided a stealth attack would have the best advantage here; just the fact that the villain had stopped indicated that he might have not seen Batman pursuing him. Either that, or he was new in town.
Living up to his super-sneaky-stealthy reputation, Batman used his Batgear to cross the empty air to get to the edge of the roof where the villain had stopped. Sticking to the shadows like that annoying sticky stuff that never really comes off when you peel the stickers off your newly purchased CDs, Batman crept closer. . . and closer. . .
Suddenly, the figure stood upright, and he turned around, and as his face was brought out of the shadows, Batman couldn't help but gasp in shock—
—for standing in front of him was none other than—
cried Batman.
cried Spider-Man.
There was complete silence for exactly three seconds.
Spider-Man cleared his throat businesslike. Ahem. So, ah, it's been a while, huh? Uh. . . How are things going for you? You look good, buy the way.
Batman grit his teeth. Oh, I'm fine. Thanks. Batman had always secretly resented the Web-Slinger. I mean, think about it, he had always thought, why does he get the hyphen, and I don't? Spider-Man. Not Spiderman. Batman. Not Bat-Man. Sometimes life just wasn't fair. What are you doing here, by the way? he asked.
Uh, well, I'm kinda lost, Spider-Man said, in an infuriating, hyphenated way. See, I'm supposed to be headed to my big movie premiere, the second one I've had, right?
Dang, another reason to loath the man. His second movie was a blockbuster, just like the first one, and Batman hadn't had a movie since that one with ARNOLD SCHWARZENEGGER. The GOVERNOR OF CALIFORNIA. And no one, absolutely no one, took an Astrian-Govenor-Body-Building Mr. Freeze seriously.
But, I got sidetracked. . . continued Spider-Man with his fancy-shmancy hyphen.
Spider-Man waited for the Dark Knight to ask about what had sidetracked him, but Batman did not rise to the bait. . . . sidetracked by Catwoman. he said, very quickly.
Batman involuntarily clenched and unclenched his fists. Oh. . . really?
Spider-Man chuckled. Yeah, she needed my help with. . . well, never mind, he said in a voice that suggested he was grinning under that stylish red mask of his. Well, I'll just be on my way, then.
Yeah. You do that. Have a safe trip, Batman said to Spider-Man as he leapt from the building and swung into the night.
GOODBYE FROM YOUR FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD SPIDER-MAN! he shouted, mostly to get attention from the people on the streets, who looked up and pointed in amazement as he swung from building to building.
I really, really hate that guy, muttered Batman.
[A/N: Yeah, I know, Spidaman's a Marvel guy. Don't own him. And Batman is DC. Don't own him either. GASP! I'm—I'm mixing them together! I've created an interdimentional warp hole! AHHH! I'M BEING SUCKED IN!!! GAHHHHH!]
