At LaGuardia airport, a group of people gather around a sleek black private jet. Most of them are members of the press, gathered into a large group as they eagerly wait for the man walking down the steps of the plane had to say. Among the crowd pushing at a chance to get a perfect photo is Peter Parker. The high school senior is kneeling down, hoping to have a picture to sell to the Daily Bugle. Reporters shouted out questions as a man with short, black hair and expensive suit walked away from the plane. Bruce Wayne adjusts his tie and waves to the crowd as he hurried on towards the waiting limousine. Man, Bruce Wayne is so cool. Peter thinks to himself as he watches Wayne slip into the limo. He's just as charismatic as Tony Stark, but I think that Mr. Stark would say that Wayne is not as cool as he is.
The reporters start to rapidly pack away their equipment, each eager to jump into their news vans and follow Mr. Wayne, when suddenly a loud boom shatters the air, spreading confusion. Peter cranes his neck and gazes pass the airfield fence. Down the road, a cloud of black smoke billows up from the street. He sees the recognizable form of Adrian Toomes, a.k.a. the Vulture, flying out of the jewelry store in his green wing-suit and making his getaway. Looks like the Vulture is up to no good. Well, at least he was nice enough to wait until after I got the photos I needed. Peter smirks as he puts the camera into his backpack and starts running down the street. Luckily for him, the sudden explosion created a lot of confusion and panic, so no one noticed a high school student rushing beyond the chain-link fence of the airport and off onto the streets of Brooklyn.
Peter slips into an alleyway and quickly changes out of the simple red T-shirt and jeans, trading them in for a suit that everyone in New York recognizes. A red and blue suit that covered his head with large white mesh in the shape of eyes, and the pattern of a spider's web across the red. Over his chest is an emblem of a big black spider, the symbol of the Spectacular Spider-Man! Beneath the cloth of his gloves, devices of his own invention fire out a cord of webbing that attaches to a nearby building and allows the web slinger to jump up into the air and go sailing out of the alley. He twists and turns in the air, falling with grace before he fires a second web and swings on. As he does, Spider-Man notices something from the corner of his eye. A black limousine parked in a nearby alleyway. It looks a lot like the one Bruce Wayne was driven off in, but the wall crawler doesn't think too much of it. He's closing in on the Vulture.
Toomes is about to fly over another building when Spider-Man jumps from behind him and somersaults over him, landing on his feet and as a result, stopping the Vulture in his path. "Toomes, I think it's time for you to get a new hobby.", Spider-Man quips, "How about birdwatching? I mean, it's perfect for an old-timer like you because of your costume choices." "Spider-Man! You have stuck your nose into my business for the last time!", yells Toomes. "Speaking of last time, when was the last time you had a good BM? If it has been a while, you should probably call a doctor.", Spider-Man jokes. "That's it!" Toomes pulls out his plasma pistol and starts firing at Spider-Man, but the teenage hero dodges every shot. "You should also get your eyes checked. Macular degeneration is a serious issue for today's senior citizens." Toomes then throws two grenades. Spider-Man manages to dodge the first one, but the second one manages to explode right in front of him, causing him to fly backwards across the roof and landing close to the edge. Somehow, his homemade suit is still in one piece. Vulture makes his move and subdues the web slinger by placing his boot on Spider-Man's chest. "End of the line, Spider-Man." Toomes sneers as he is about to fire his plasma pistol into the wall crawler's face. All of a sudden, a large dark shape glides in from above them and crashes into Toomes, who as a result gets knocked 10 feet backward. Toomes looks to see that a caped figure is now standing between him and Spider-Man.
Spider-Man recognizes the figure and gasps in amazement. The man is bigger than him, both in height and muscle mass. He's wearing a gray suit with black boots, gloves, and a cape and cowl. His cowl has pointed ears, spikes on the edges of the gloves, a yellow belt, and the unmistakable black bat emblem on his chest. I don't believe it! It's Batman! Spider-Man thinks to himself. The Vulture's shock turns into anger. "Just who do you think you are?" Toomes growls. "Your worst nightmare." Batman replies in a stoic and intimidating voice. In response, Toomes rises into the air and begins firing his plasma pistol at the Dark Knight, but Batman manages to dodge every shot. Batman then pulls out some of his trademark shurikens out of his utility belt. Batarangs. Awesome. Spider-Man thinks to himself. Batman then throws the batarangs at the Vulture's wings. Their tips get wedged into the wings' crevices. Batman then pulls out the trigger button and presses it. All of a sudden, the wings explode, causing Toomes to come crashing down on the roof. Toomes, now terrified, tries to fire his plasma pistol, but Batman lands a knockout punch, rendering him unconscious. Spider-Man, now back on his feet, approaches the Caped Crusader. "Thanks for the save. And for also turning the Vulture into the Turkey. Ha-ha, get it? Because he can't fly anymore…" Batman just glares at Spider-Man, making him feel uncomfortable. "… Ok, I get it. You have no time for jokes." Geez, he's even grumpier than Wolverine. Spider-Man thinks to himself as he webs up Toomes's body for the police to find. He then turns his attention back to Batman. "Let me just say that it's a real honor to finally meet you, Mr. Batman sir. I am a big fan of your work. I'm Spider-Man…" "I know who you are." Batman replies. "Ok… So, what brings you to New York?" "That's none of your concern." Batman replies as he turns to leave. "Actually, it just might be." Spider-Man replies while crossing his arms. "With all due respect, some professional courtesy wouldn't hurt. I mean, I wouldn't come to Gotham city and start beating up members of your rogues gallery without giving you a heads up." Batman just scoffs, looking back over his shoulder at Spider-Man. "Try it sometime and let me know how that works out for you." In one swift motion, Batman pulls his Bat Klaw from his belt and fires a line onto a nearby building. He gets hoisted up and disappears onto the rooftop. As much as I want to follow you… Spider-Man thinks to himself as he glances up the building where the big black bat had disappeared to, … I really don't want to be late for my dinner date with Mary Jane. Spider-Man then turns and swings away on his webs in the opposite direction.