AN: I need a beta-reader. Send me an email if you are interested. Also I don't own Batman Beyond or Gotham city, I am pretty sure that I don't own the idea of Spider-Man. I just want to say that even though Alex Bishop becomes Spider-Man he is not a carbon copy of the Marvel version. Also, trains in Batman Beyond run vertical and horizontal just to clarify, like the subway but futuristic. :AN
Alex woke up and kept his eyes closed. It was ten minutes before his alarm went off and he had not shaken the habit of waking up in time for school. He was worried that the moment his body realized that he was awake the pain would start again. Oddly enough as he took a deep breath, nothing hurt. In fact he felt better than he had in a long time. Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed the pain still did not show. He stood and walked to the closet, today was freshman orientation at Hill High School or East Hill High School, one or the other it didn't matter no matter where he went he was still a freshman. Even though the freshmen class went in a day earlier than the rest of the student body it wasn't all bad, it was only a half day and if he wanted he could check out all the clubs.
He selected a pair of black pants and pulled the on, their usual snug fit was loose. Alex looked down at his stomach and instead of the usual smooth skin he saw a block of muscle. He had always been kind of scrawny but now he had washboard abs. His gaze traveled from the hand holding up his loose pants all the way up his arm, his arm was developed too. He tried to think about what had happened or how it had happened. As his alarm went off he realized it had to have been the splice from yesterday, the guy gave him the wrong splice. His hair was still black but now he had a killer body. For a moment he was mad but then it all began to make sense, well aside from the glass sticking to his hand, but the rest of the effects after initial splice were among the list for a major change.
With a wry grin Alex buttoned his pants and a red shirt. His usual gray sneakers finished the outfit and he walked out into the living room. He smiled as he saw a plate of toast and eggs his mother had left out for him, by the plate were some credits. Scooping the eggs onto the toast he ate it as a sandwich as he walked out the door, the credits in his pocket.
The only problem with the apartment was that he had to take the train to and from school, but his mother seemed to be enjoying her new job so he could make a few sacrifices. The train met at the end of his block and would carry him to school in a stops, he didn't know how long the trip would take so he went early today. Once he knew how long it would take he could decide how long he could sleep in and when he absolutely had to get up.
He zoned out walking through the crowd, not noticing how he moved through the small throng of people without touching a single person. As he stepped onto the train the hairs on the back of his neck stood up and the side of his head tingled. He ducked, just in time to miss what looked like a pie. Looking up he saw a couple of Jokers laughing, only one was holding a pie, Alex could guess what happened to the other one. They both had white face paint and red lipstick, Alex could see a chain hanging from one of the clowns belts which was a thinner chain and the other had brass knuckles over white gloves.
"You creds or a pie," the one on the left with the chain belt said.
Alex rolled his eyes, maybe public transportation wasn't a good idea. The Jokers were everywhere in Gotham but this side of town really had a problem with them. Before moving Alex had only seen a few of them at night. His father always said they were just like any other street gang.
Alex stepped into the car and sat near the door, aside from him and the Jokers it was empty, the others deciding they would wait for the next car. He looked at his watch, noting the time the doors closed.
"When does the next car come along?" he asked ignoring the pie the clown held.
"Did you hear my friend here?" the Joker with the brass knuckles asked. "Give us your creds or you get a pie."
A burning rage burst to life inside Alex's chest. It didn't matter that there were two of them these were the kind of thugs his father had tried to protect people against, these were the scum who were happy to see a cop in the ground. Alex leapt to his feet and crossed the small expanse to the car. Moving on instinct his fist connected with the gut of the clown who held the pie. The down folded over, dropping the pie and falling hard into the seat behind him. Alex turned as the clown fell and grabbed the one left standing by his shirt collar.
"I asked you a question," Alex growled as he lifted the clown off his feet. "When does the next train come along?"
"I don't know," the clown said in a choked voice.
Alex let the clown go with hard push sending him into the other clown. Reaching over he picked up the pie and looked at the two of them. He felt the train come to a stop and didn't care if it was his or not. As he walked through the opening doors he tossed the pie over his shoulder, he didn't see it land perfectly on the clowns, but somehow he knew it did.