Climbing up the building was the easy part. The hard part? Probably the unwavering glare this Batman dude was giving me. Even though I was wearing a random ski mask that I'd found laying in an alley. Or maybe that was why he was glaring at me. Who knows.

"What are you doing in Gotham?" Batman glared.

"I want my suit back, then I'll talk." Peter glared back.

"Robin," Batman motioned, and the boy sneered as he grabbed a shoe-box that had been wrapped in newspaper, walking over to Peter and holding it out to him with obvious distaste. Peter snatched it and peered inside, sighing in relief to see the suit inside.

"Alright, I've had some time to think it over, and I think I'm in the wrong dimension." Peter frowned, placing the box on the ground by his ankle.

"The wrong dimension?" The one they'd called Robin tilted his head. "Batman, explain."

"An alternate dimension, one where a certain event changed to make it different from the world we know." Nightwing explained for him.

"I see." Robin nodded. "You may continue."

"Right...So anyways, I think the Sinister Six either dragged me here, or they followed me here, but either way, they're dangerous. Trust me." Peter used various hand motions for emphasis.

"I believe you, that four-arms guy-"

"Doc Ock,"

"Yeah, whatever, Doc Ock almost squeezed the life out of me, literally." Nightwing raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, he does that." Peter nodded in agreement, "He also has a PHD in nuclear science, so I'd keep him away from that stuff."

"And he still robs banks?"

"Well...I'm not entirely certain, but I think that he was exposed to some sort of radiation or chemical that messed with his neurological functions." Peter shrugged.

"What about the others? You said there were six of them." Batman questioned, although he was an expert on keeping his voice monotone.

"Sandman, he uh, I literally just vacuumed him up and handed him to the police, though I doubt he'd fall for that trick again. He can change his body into sand on the molecular scale, and he's gotten better since I last saw him. He's not too good against water, either." The others nodded, each soaking in the information.

"Of course Mysterio's this weird guy who wears a fishbowl over his head, one of the world's greatest mysteries. Maybe that's why they call him Mysterio? Anyways, he's just a normal guy, but he's great with illusions, and chemistry.

Electro, name sort of speaks for itself, kind of like Sandman. Electro can control electricity, kind of obvious there. And Kraven the Hunter, well, he likes his knives and potions. The dudes at least seventy, but he looks like a thirty-year-old. He's got a lot of the basic super-human abilities, mostly senses and superstrength, but even without the potions, he's an Olympic-level athlete.

I think that about covers it. My main point of concern is how we're going to get home, even after I've captured them all." Peter sighed.

"We can help with that. In the mean time, here." Batman gave him a bag. Inside was a hundred-thousand dollars, a few changes of clothing, a phone, and basic supplies. "I figured you weren't from this world the second that you pointed to Tony Stark on the database, so I took the liberty of giving you this. You don't have to tell me who you are, but I wan't you to take it. I'm not sure how long you'll be here." Batman's voice held absolutely no signs of emotion. Peter stared at the contents with shock.

"I..I...I don't know to say," Peter looked up, of course, most of his shock was hidden by the ski mask, but they didn't need to see his face to know he was definitely shocked. Batman gave a soft chuckle, which kind of scared Peter, but all five of them got into their weird plane thing and took off before he could try and deny the gift, so Peter grabbed his web-shooters and jumped, swinging over to a motel he'd seen awhile back.

Oh, and hitting a store to buy a camera, he did that too.