A/N: Thanks for the reviews

Peter suited up and headed towards Robinson's Park. He had some time to kill after dinner. He hadn't wanted to use the money Mila had placed in his account to buy food but he really didn't have much choice. And since he didn't want to think about it too much, he decided to patrol. He was wearing the spider-suit but he covered the emblem up with a dark jacket to avoid scaring civilians. There was no need for them to think that the Spider-merc was out to get them.

Peter sighed. I really need to make a new suit.

At the very least he was doing something productive. The day had gone well. Not only did he have a job but he secured a carpool buddy. He still wasn't sure what Todd's—or should he say other-Peter's—intentions were to shadow him the way he had. He forgot to ask in the excitement of filling out the paperwork. It couldn't be Mila who told him to stick close to him. Todd was supposed to be watching Aiden. Though he couldn't do much while Aiden was at school. It was a puzzle for another time. Peter didn't really think that Todd had nefarious intentions either way.

Peter had to call Freddie for help while filling out the paperwork with human resources. He didn't feel bad about bothering the other man. Freddie was all too eager to help him out for which Peter was grateful. He wondered if Mila had him on a retainer or if Freddie would get paid by the hour. Either way, it was nice not to have to memorize things that he should already know. Like his birthday, which he did know. But he only knew his own birthday, not Richard's. He shouldn't have to memorize another identity.

Playing up the amnesia bit would get old soon though. So he was going to have to try to remember the little things. Remembering that Richard was born in Gotham wasn't too hard. Everything else, well it wasn't going to be hard to remember, but it was annoying. He wasn't Richard. And it was getting harder to remind himself of that. Having to remember all the little details would probably not help in that department either.

Todd had dropped him off at his apartment when they finished at the school. Navigating the city wasn't too difficult for Peter. The streets were eerily similar to New York. The differences consisted of the names of businesses and knowing what was where. And it didn't really help that he hadn't really ventured past midtown. Except when he went to Freddie's apartment. That was why he'd run into the Red Hood; he'd accidentally encroached into his territory. Though they didn't stay within Hood's territory when they went after Corrigan. In a way, it had been a good thing that he'd run into the other vigilante. Peter still needed to get to know the area and the players. Having the Red Hood to help him out with that was fortunate. If Peter would've had someone to help him when he first got started as Spider-man things would have been very different. Though at the time there weren't a lot of men in tights running around causing mayhem. No, Peter acquired his enemies one at a time. And then they decided to band together to go up against him. Fun times. Gotham was different. He was coming into it with already established foes. Luckily they were Batman's. Yay.

Peter stopped two muggings without much fanfare in the two hours he stuck around the park. The mask spooked the bad guys enough to make it easier for Peter. Not that it wasn't easy enough to web them up. But it made them freeze in place long enough for Spider-man to string them up. It was a little funny. He probably shouldn't have laughed because that broke the spell and the insult hurtling began. 'Sticks and stones' was Spidey's motto. Because really being called a freak by criminals wasn't something to cry about. It was almost a right of passage. And once the bozos got it in their thick skulls that the freak in the mask was not going to give them any slack and was a lot scarier than he let on, maybe a few of them would think twice before they decided to commit a crime. Emphasis on the maybe.

After the sun was down and Gotham was good and dark, it was time to meet up with the Red Hood. Not that Peter remembered where his safe house was. Nor did they set up an actual time to meet up. On top of which, Peter didn't have the Hood's number. If it was a math problem, it would look something like this:

Peter is planning to meet up with the Red Hood. They didn't have a set time to meet up. He wants to call him to finalize plans but he doesn't have a contact number. Will Peter find the Red Hood?

Evaluate the expression when h = Hood's hideout, -t = no set time, and p0= Peter (no phono numero) to find out.

h (-t + p0) = 0.

Yup. Peter was lost.

Oh, well. No time to sit around when there's evil afoot.

Peter took off in the direction of an alarm going off. It wasn't close but he was quick. He knew he would get there before the cops could. But he was hoping he'd be able to cut off the culprit before they disappeared. He was across the bridge into downtown only a couple of minutes later. Another minute and he crash-landed on a rooftop. Not because he ran out of webs. Not because he tried to change directions too fast. But because he forgot to shoot another web when he caught sight of a female silhouette running from the building where the alarm was still blaring. And it wasn't like any woman would make Peter forget to fire another strand of web. Come to think of it, no woman had ever made him forget to do that. But this wasn't any woman. She was dressed in tight black leather. And she had a tail.

Felicia! Peter quickly righted himself and stared at the woman who was perched next to a chimney. She had her head tilted to the side as she stared at him as if she was trying to figure out why he'd tumbled through the air like an idiot. Well, that was easy to figure out. He was an idiot. "Felicia! What are you doing—?" In Gotham? How are you even here?

"Are you okay? It looked like you took a nasty fall."

"Am I okay?!" he said and took a step closer. Of course, he was okay! She was here. She could get him back home. "Felicia! You're here!"

"Not Felicia," said the woman and pointed at his head. "You sure you don't have a concussion?"

"Not...Felicia?" Peter said and took a step back. He had been seeing Felicia and suddenly, he was seeing a completely different woman. This one didn't look anything like Felicia. The long white hair was gone and was replaced with a cowl adorned with cat ears. Her eyes were hidden behind goggles and yet were piercing all the same. "You're not the Black Cat."

"Black Cat, huh? I didn't know there was someone who'd taken my look," she said and stood up. She ran a hand through her tail that had been curled by her hip. "The name is Catwoman. But I don't have time for a chat. I'm busy playing Cat and Bat. See you around, Spider."

She whipped out her tail and it wrapped around a pole then she jumped off the building. She was gone before Peter could even think to stop her.

"Cat and bat?" Peter said and scratched the back of his head. "Didn't she mean cat and mouse?" Oh, I really am an idiot. She was the thief and I just let her get away!

Peter shot a web and took off in the direction Catwoman had gone. After he passed four buildings, he knew he'd lost her. He was mentally kicking himself for letting his past get the better of him. But at the same time, Catwoman wasn't really his responsibility. He wasn't sure whether or not Batman would be upset if he had webbed her up and left her hanging from a lamppost. He chuckled at the image his mind conjured up.

"Red Hood, I have eyes on your sidekick," Robin said into a comm from the rooftop across the street.

Peter scowled and threw his hands up. "I'm not his sidekick!"

"You can hear me?" Robin said at a conversational decibel. And yes, Peter could hear him. He shot Robin a thumbs up because more than likely, unless he shouted again, Robin would not be able to hear him. "You're not wearing any tech. So, enhanced hearing. You're a Meta. That's going to be problematic."

Peter shot a web and swung to the other rooftop. "What do you mean by meta? If you're referring to my powers and representing them in name and look, well then, I guess I am kind of meta."

"Um, no, I mean metahuman. A human with enhanced powers. Unless you're an alien or a cyborg of some kind."

"A metahuman, huh?" Peter said and rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, I'm not an alien. I was born and raised on Earth. Saying that, do I really need to comment on the cyborg thing? You guys have a lot of those running around?"

Robin shook his head but Peter could tell he was listening attentively.

"I'm not sure I can say I'm a metahuman. I've been called a mutant before but the mutants made it a point to say that I wasn't one of them. And the Inhumans don't like me either. Not to mention that I'm not an Inhuman. So maybe the metahumans you know may not want me to join their club."

"The Flash and Martian Manhunter are Metas. One was born with his powers the other acquired them through a lab accident," Robin said with a shrug. Peter's eyes widened in shock at hearing about a lab accident making someone a meta. He'd gotten his powers through a lab accident. He wanted to meet that meta. And couldn't help wondering what powers he'd gained. "It's not a club. You either have superhuman powers or you don't. That's all that qualifies you as a Meta."

"Are you trying to put my sidekick in a box?" Red Hood said walking up to stand beside Peter.

And to his embarrassment, Peter yelped and jumped about four feet. He clung to the side of the roof. "Where did you come from?!"

Red Hood simply looked at him without saying a word. Peter could almost feel the amusement coming off of him in waves.

"I thought you had superhuman hearing?" Robin said with his head tilted to the side.

"It comes and goes," Peter said through gritted teeth. Robin snorted. Peter glared, not that he could see.

"We were supposed to meet up at my safehouse," Red Hood said ignoring their banter.

"Sure, if I knew where it was," Peter muttered. Robin didn't hear him but the Red Hood did. Peter heard him sigh.

"How'd you end up on this side of town?" Red Hood asked, ignoring his bad mood.

"Uh, an alarm. Figured I'd beat the cop's response time," Peter said and jumped back down to the roof.

"Then he let Catwoman get away," Robin said with a smirk.

"I didn't let her get away!"

Robin raised his arm and played a video on a holo screen from his gauntlet.

"What did she tell you?" Red Hood said watching the video.

"Uh, you know, just wanted to know how I was," Peter said and rubbed the back of his neck.

Robin and Red Hood both looked at him.

"You know her?" Robin asked.

"Um, no. She was just being polite," Peter said with a shrug. He wasn't going to admit that he fell. Luckily he'd been moving too fast for the camera to catch that. It just looked like he stopped quickly to face her.

"And you didn't know she was trying to get away with whatever she stole?" Red Hood asked curiously. Not that he would've fought her. He would've let her go too. She was Batman's headache.

"Not on purpose," Peter said and crossed his arms over his chest when he heard them chuckle softly. "Besides, isn't she Batman's responsibility?"

Red Hood nodded. "I'm glad that that's one lesson I don't have to teach you. Alright, follow me, grasshopper."