Tolly: Amazing, isn't it, how things can just come to you? And then they refuse to leave? Yeah, it's like that with this one.

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Peter Parker looked at the cover of the latest issue of the Daily Bugle. For once, it wasn't focusing on Spiderman and how he was a menace and should be stopped, blah, blah, blah. Instead, it showed a grainy photograph of something big and black standing over a terrified-looking man. MONSTER STALKS STREETS the headline read. Below, in smaller letters, it said: Reward for any further information.

"Well?" said Peter's boss, a cigar dangling out of the corner of his mouth. "Can you get a picture of this thing or not?"

"I can try." said Peter.

"That's not good enough. Get me a picture of this weirdo by tomorrow, or else."

"Yes, sir." Peter left the office, thinking. He had gotten his job at the Daily Bugle taking pictures of Spiderman, a.k.a. himself. How could he get a picture of the monster? And why didn't he know about this? He had been out web-slinging all night last night and hadn't seen any big, black things. Peter sighed. Just something else to deal with. he thought bitterly. Can my life get any harder?

He opened the door to leave the building and collided with someone, papers flying everywhere.

"Watch where you're going!" snapped a female voice.

Peter knelt to help her pick up her papers. "Sorry," he said.

"Yeah, well, it's not all your fault." said the woman. "Just my luck to run into a door."

"We all have bad days." said Peter, handing her a pile of papers.

"Guess so. I'm Julia, by the way. Julia Borden." She held out her hand.

He shook it. "Peter Parker."

Julia looked up at the Daily Bugle building. "Do you work here?" she asked.

Peter nodded.

"How is it?"

"Well, it's got its ups and downs." said Peter, smirking.

"Which is another way of saying it sucks. Oh well. I'm trying to find a job. I've got an interview here in a few minutes. Any suggestions?"

"If it helps any, they're looking for pictures of a creature someone saw last night." Peter held out the newspaper.

Julia glanced at it. "Are they now?" she said thoughtfully.

"Have you seen it?"

"Yeah, a couple times now. In fact," She dug through her papers. "I've got a picture right here." She showed Peter a photo of a huge, dark shape silhouetted against the lights of a building.

"That's a good shot. You might get my job." He said with a grin. "I'd show this to Mr. Jamison if I were you."

"Alright then, I will. See you around, Peter." Julia opened the door and went inside.

Well, thought Peter. Picture problem solved for now. And next, the monster. He sighed and went on his way.

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That night, Spiderman soared through the city on strands of web, looking for any signs of the mysterious creature. He paused on a domed roof, scanning the area. All of a sudden, a shadow sped over him. "There you are." he muttered, flinging out a web and following it.

As he swung after it, Spiderman marveled at the thing. It flew on bat-shaped wings that were easily 16 feet from tip to tip. He was still too far behind it to see anything else. He picked up his pace.

Suddenly, the massive bat decided to fly straight up. Spiderman followed close behind. It went over the top of the building, and Spiderman flipped himself up after it.

On the roof, there was no sign of the bat-creature. Instead a woman stood as though waiting for him. She was clad entirely in black, with bare arms, bare feet and a bat-wing mask that had no eye holes. Her shoulder-length dark hair was plaited into two braids.

"So you're the one who was following me?" she asked sweetly.

"Depends. Were you the one who was flying?" he answered.

"The one and only." she said with a smile.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?"

"You get right to the point, don't you? I haven't got a name, at least not yet. I'll let the press come up with that. As for what I'm doing here, you'll just have to find out, won't you? And for all you know, I might be a killer." Her smile turned into a wicked grin.

Spiderman shot a web towards her, intending to catch her before she could do anything. But despite the fact that her eyes were covered by her mask, she leapt out of the way.

"That wasn't very nice." she said. Far off, a clock began tolling the hour. "Look at the time. We'll have to chat again soon, won't we?"

With that, she ran and jumped off the edge of the building. Spiderman hurried after her, and watched in amazement as her arms transformed into giant wings and she flew away. Quickly, he started following her, but had lost her already.

Spiderman swore and headed home.

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Tolly: This idea is kind of half-baked, with many details unfinished. Like, what happened to her to make her this way? And what should she be called? I could use a little help in those areas, so please review!