Peter Parker smiled, walking up a large building's steps. This was it, his first day of real college at the illustrious Gotham University. Ah college, a place where academics are held far more highly than anything else. Peter opened the door, and his jaw dropped.

"Alright everybody!" A tall blond male shouted into a microphone, "Let's all get ready to go and beat Metropolis University!"

Behind the boy with the megaphone, were more than a respectable amount of decorations. The entire hallway was filled with Knight memorabilia, including banners, posters, cheerleaders, and even two knights on horse back jousting.

"Maybe I was a little off on my assessment of college life," Peter sighed.

"Hey kid, look out!"

"What the-ouch."

And that my young readers, is why you don't let actual knights joust in doors. Chances are that one of the knights will be knocked off, and their horse will run over some innocent bystander.

"Batman," Diana groaned as she put her feet on the nearest computer console, "Why are we working the computers again?"

"Because," the caped crusader growled, "Cap has a previous engagement, Iron Man is goofing off, and Superman apparently led the rest of the League off in an attempt to save Green Lantern from some kind of disastrous misunderstanding."

"Do you think GL will be okay?"

"Yeah," Bats sighed, "I bet that right now, everything is going just fine for those guys."

Meanwhile, on the Trial planet

Superman sneezed as he listened to the case against John.

'Well that was odd,' Superman thought, 'I usually don't get colds, so some one must have been talking about me. Probably Lois.'

"I had no idea that a human sneezed if they were talked about," J'onn said, alerting Clark to the fact that the Martian could read minds, "fascinating."

Back on the Watch Tower

"I really wish this had come at a different time," Batman seethed, "It is only a few days until the Friday before Labor Day," he groaned, "And Joker has yet to realize that it does not apply to him and the inmates of Arkham."

"Oh come on," Diana waved him off, " I know that the Asylum is notorious for its breakouts, but you speak very highly of Commissioner Gordon, surely they won't let everyone of your Rouges Gallery escape in one day."

The biggest monitor in the Watch Tower lit up, showing an island covered in smoke. Suddenly Snapper Carr standing in front of a live feed.

"We have breaking news from Arkham, "The reporter shouted, "The entire jail broke free last night and is terrorizing the city of Gotham."

"Pay up," Batman stated, and Diana slammed a five dollar bill on Batman's hand.

Peter smiled as he walked into his first class, advanced application of Cosmic Physics. He smirked as he sat in the front row of the class, eager to begin his life as a college student. A tired looking professor walked into the room, and wrote his name on the board.

"Hello, I am Professor Voltz," the man said with boredom, "and I am here to begin the class…"

"Yes," Peter smiled.

"By introducing the graduate student who will be teaching you for this semester," he held out his arm to show a young man with long hair and smelling distinctly of certain illegal drugs walked in, "While I get to spend my next six months sleeping in my office and being paid by the government to do so."

"So," the graduate student said as the professor left the room, "I'm just going to let you all read from these books, and since none of you want to have to drop out, I can count on all of you passing and me getting my doctorate. Now get to work!"

"Man this is dumb," Peter groaned, as he began to read from the textbook that had been assigned in class. He was so furious that he failed to notice two pairs of eyes staring at him from the back row of class, eyeing him weirdly.

"Isn't this fun!" a lanky clown in a purple suit, with green hair, and a large red smile, asked while laughing evilly.

"You know it Mr. J," a younger woman in a jester's outfit agreed, raising a heavy machine gun to the man. The two were standing over in a room that appeared to have just gone through an earthquake, tables were overturned, chairs smashed into pieces, and two men from the mafia were dead after a serious beating. A third man, who appeared to be the boss because of his finely made clothes, was covered in over two dozen bullet holes.

"To believe that those Italian idiots thought they could boss me around on Labor Day," Joker cackled as he took a seat, "Don't they know it's a national holiday. Guys like me work hard all year, murder, extortion, messing around with guys who like to dress up like winged vermin, and even being locked up in an asylum for weeks on end. And they don't even let me have Labor Day weekend, which is meant for hard little worker bees like myself, off. It is madness."

"Don't worry Mr. J," Harley Quinn giggled, "Maybe a few rounds with the Bat will get you up and going again."

"You know Harley," Joker said with glee, "That just might be what the doctor ordered. Oh I can't wait to introduce our new friend to old Batsy!" He then threw his head out the window, "Hey Hobby! I want to introduce ya to one of my friends."

"Whatever you say boss," a dark cloaked figure on a flying platform said seriously, before he broke out laughing. Soon, Joker began to join him, their mad cackles resonating through the streets, causing many of the citizens of Gotham to tremble from reflex.

Joker's Gang is back baby!

"We gather here today to have the final tribute of the year to those who died in the liberation of this great city," Tom Brokaw spoke solemnly as addressed a small group of veterans that were still capable of coming to the event, "and to continue to thank you who fought and served bravely to protect the world from evil, we are here to thank you, the members of the greatest generation."

"And now," the old men sitting in the creaking seats began to perk up as they recognized the man walking up behind Brokaw, "It is time to introduce the greatest member, of the greatest generation, Captain America."

"Thank you all," Cap said as the veterans cheered, "I may not have personally fought with any of your units, but I know what you all have done. We put our lives for the side of Justice, and many of us gave our lives for it. But all of us, living and dead are proof that justice does prevail in the world, that if we put our souls to doing what is right, that evil will be defeated, and good will survive."

The veterans cheered as Cap finished his little speech. After accepting their applause for over sixty seconds, Cap began to walk among the old men, all happily shaking his hand and thanking him for the speech. After meeting each of the veterans and talking with them, he began to prepare to leave as the rest of the veterans dispersed to their hotels.

As Cap began to prepare to leave, he noticed one of the men in the crowd was taller than the rest. Not only was he taller, but he was not hunched over like the other older men, age having deteriorated their bodies. As the rest of the veterans joined their families, Steve walked up to the taller veteran. The man, noticing Cap, broke off in a sprint, and ducked into the nearest alley way. Cap, using his superhuman reflexes, darted after him, keeping up with the man.

"Stop," Cap shouts, before grabbing his shield and tossing it at his target. Surprisingly, the man jumps up and dodges the shield.

"You've gotten slow Cap," the man shouted back to Steve as he momentarily turned around. This, however, meant that he could not see the shield on its return flight. Just as he turned to continue his flight, he realized his error.

THWACK!

Steve sweatdropped as the shield returned to his arm. He calmly walked up to the fallen man, and turned him face up, considering that he had been knocked down with his face towards the ground.

"Logan," Cap gasped, causing the Canadian to growl.

"You always get me on the back swing," he grumbled, before accepting Cap's hand and pulling himself off the ground.

"Where have you been you crazy Canadian?" Cap asked, slapping his old war buddy on the back.

"Let's go get a drink and maybe we can both find out what we've gone through since '45," Logan offered, as the two heroes walked towards the nearest bar. And considering they were in Paris; that is about two feet away.

"I can't believe it," Peter groaned as he walked out from his class, "My entire view of college was shattered in my first three hours. I could understand if it was six, but not three hours!"

"Calm down web-head."

Peter suddenly straitened up and threw himself out of the main hall and into an empty janitor's closet. He pressed his finger to his ear, and seethed into the com link.

"Really Bats," Peter said, "Don't you think this could wait until I am somewhere where the entire university doesn't find out that I am?"

"Quiet kid," Bats continued, "You're first day on campus is done, I need you to stomp a few pests and throw them back into the dump."

"I do have a life outside of beating up baddies ya know," Peter said angrily to the Bat, "And why are you asking me, what about your pals in the Bat gang?"

"Robin is with the Titans," Batman answered, "I have forced Batgirl into temporary retirement, and Night-wing, well he hasn't taken one of my calls in two years. So you are my last bet to handle these guys; that is if you are up to it."

"Okay," Peter said half jokingly, "let me get this straight, I have Batman, Mr. I Work Alone, asking my help in dealing with baddies since he is off working with a beautiful Amazonian Princess, sitting in a giant tower in space, and relying on some newbie to beat up on his villains. Man, Supes is going to love this."

"Say a word of it," He could practically see Batman glaring at him, "And I will change your medical report at school saying that you missed your last Tetanus, Herpes, Hepatitis, HPV, and whatever kind of shot I can think of, and make sure all of them are applied through your rear end."

"Thank you for the beautiful comment," Wonder Woman said, trying to calm the currently spastic young man. This did nothing but make Bruce glare even harder, and Spider-Man, feeling Batman's glare all the way from space, yelped.

"I'm on it," Peter said quickly, "Just tell me who is out."

It was starting to look like a good day for Harvey Dent.

"Two Face", as Harvey was known throughout the criminal world, was one of the many to have benefitted from the Joker's mass breakout. Of course, he had left and reformed his gang as soon as he got the chance. While thankful for the get out of jail free card, Harvey was not going to be joining the Joker's gang anytime soon. He may have spent the last few years in and out of an asylum, but even he was not that crazy. Besides, Joker seemed happy enough with that new guy, the one who dressed like a gargoyle and flew around on some kind of flying platform.

But once he had reformed his gang, Two Face began his next series of heist. After flipping his favorite coin, he had chosen the first national bank of Gotham, and of course, it was going smoothly. He had heard about the Bat joining that little club in the sky, and he wasn't sure how he felt about it.

On the one hand, the disfigured one, he was furious. How dare the Bat no longer think that Gotham's villains were worth his time! How dare he hide from him, forestalling his eventual death at Harvey's hand! To this side, killing Batman for his role in his accident was the ultimate goal, and nothing would stop him.

The other side, the rational one, was ecstatic. Now he would be able to rob whatever store the coin told him without fear of arrest. Batman's membership in the league would again allow criminals to make a dishonest day's work, and nobody would be able to stop them.

"Boss," one of his five gunmen said hastily as they finished placing the money from the vault in their bags, "Let's get out of here, I don't want to get caught by the Bat."

"Relax Jerry," Another one of the thugs growled, "The Bat hasn't been seen for months. He's spending too much time with that group of heroes to care about a few little armed robberies here in Gotham."

"No way man," Jerry cringed, "its past sun down, and no criminal is safe when night comes. The Bat is probably already here."

"Ah be quiet," Two Face seethed, "where are those two," he said while looking at his watch, "I told them to get the truck and hurry on over here. Malone, go out and see where those idiots are!"

One of the three remaining gun men nodded his head in understanding, before rushing out the door. After a few seconds, Malone screamed, causing the three criminals still inside the bank to cringe.

"It's the Bat!" Jerry screamed. Two Face growled, and pulled out his revolver. He motioned for his two remaining goons to follow him, leading them out the front door of the bank, guns held high, ready for a fire fight. Jerry whimpered, "Boss, Frank, lets get out of here before he gets us."

"Shut it Jer-ah!" Frank screamed, as he was pulled up into the sky by and unseen force. Harvey glared into the sky and began to fire a few rounds where he thought his nemesis was located. After he emptied his gun, Harvey continued to glare into the dark night, unable to see his opponent.

"I'm out of here!" Jerry shouted, throwing his weapon away and running down the street. Just as Two Face turned to yell at him, Jerry was also pulled into the sky by an unseen force, screaming bloody murder as he disappeared into the night.

"Come out Bat," Dent shouted in a furry, both halves of his faces looking enraged, "Fight me like a man."

"Man," a cocky voice came from the dark, "Looks like you have a nasty burn there, you might want to try some talcum powder, looks ridiculous, but hey, it can't be worse than the way your face looks now."

"You ain't the Bat," Two Face growled, knowing his nemesis did not usually resort to taunts.

"You are correct sir," Harvey heard a swooping sound and turned to see a blur of red swinging towards him. With one great kick, Two Face was sent flying into the air, his eyes wide in shock, disbelieving his own defeat.

Spider-Man smirked when he saw Two Face collide with the wall, knocking the criminal out cold. He smiled, before crossing another name off the list. He began to scratch his jaw with the eraser of his pencil.

"Let's see here," He began, "I've gotten Two Face, Scarecrow, Mad Hatter, Scarface, Riddler, and Killer Moth. The police got most of the small timers, and they did manage to contain Clayface in his container. So that just leaves Ivy, Killer Croc, and Joker."

Peter sighed before looking up into the night's sky.

"A hero's work is never done, I suppose."

"So, I have to ask Logan," Steve said while guzzling down his beer, "what have you done with yourself while I was one giant ice cube?"

"Ah, just a few jobs for the Canadian government," Wolverine answered, before sulking slightly, "I had to leave after the sixties, some weird stuff started happening, and lets just say that the wore out my patience."

"Like what?" Steve asked. Logan sighed, before holding up his right fist.

"Remember my claws," he asked. Steve nodded, remembering the many times that Logan had torn Nazi soldiers into literal pieces.

"Than look at this," Logan said, as three claws shot out of his hand. But they were not the bony structures that Steve remembered, but were actually metallic.

"What happened?" Steve asked shocked by the development.

"The Canadian Government had a secret program called Weapon X," Logan explained, "There was the idea that Canada and the rest of the British Commonwealth needed to hang on or else we would be destroyed by the Russians or if it came down to it, the United States. Yeah, I know that the US would never do that, but the threat was real enough in some pencil pushers minds that they gave funding to the project. Me and about twenty others were chosen for to become weapons for the Canadian Government. Of course, most of us didn't have a choice, but eventually, after most left or were killed, we filled out a very good five man squad to handle any problems Canada might have."

"But then, some new guy got control of the funding," Wolverine continued, "His name was Wilson Fisk, and he thought that we weren't super enough to be a super hero squad. Thus, he ordered me all of us to be experimented on. I was the first guinea pig. They wanted to increase my healing factor, and to make my claws better for clean cuts. Those assholes drugged me and before I knew it, I had been injected with some kind of weird liquid metal. It wasn't long before I found my entire skeleton covered in adamantium."

"That's what they used to make my shield," Steve remembered. Logan rubbed the back of his head where a big knot had developed.

"No wonder it hurt so much," he muttered, before continuing, "but back to the topic, I didn't like it, so I went off on a rampage. My team was out, so no one was able to stop my escape. Weapon X was closed after my escape, the Canadians not wanting to have to deal with another possible scandal."

"Well then," Cap smiled at his old war buddy, "why don't you come and join the Justice League. I am sure I would be able to get the others to agree to you joining."

"Thanks Cap," Logan got up from his seat and began to walk out the door, "but no thanks, I have an obligation to something else right now," he noticed the sad look on his friends face, "but maybe some day, when the time is right."

"Okay Logan," Steve said sadly, as he watched his old friend leave the bar, before turning back to his drink, "I wonder how the others are doing."

"I wonder how the others are doing," Superman contemplated as Hawkgirl was getting her stress out in her own healthy manner. This of course meant beating the crap out of some idiots who, despite being members of the Green Lantern Corps, refused to come to the aid of John. This was probably not going to help Earth's relations with the rest of the universe.

"Hey Batman!" Wonder Woman shouted as she showed Batman a magazine she was reading, "Why are all of these women dressed in such slim clothing. It barely covers their bodies!"

"Where did you get that," Batman groaned as he saw the Play Boy in her hands.

"Iron Man leant it to me," Diana said honestly, "Said it might give me ideas for a new costume."

"I can't believe that idiot," Bruce seethed as he slapped the magazine into the trashcan. As Wonder Woman sulked, Bat's looked back to Earth.

"I wonder who Spider-Man is doing."

"God I hate plants," Peter muttered, as he saw Ivy being lead away by the police. She had been the toughest so far, having knocked him for a loop with her weird spores. Then she had tried to feed him to her pet Venus Fly Trap. I mean, how much more cliché can you get?

He probably wouldn't have been feeling this bad if not only two hours previous to that, he had fought with Killer Croc in the Sewers. The monster had bit him, and caused him several large scars. He should have waited until after Ivy to take him, but he thought that he should get rid of the easier opponent first. Too bad he hadn't realized that Ivy was considered stronger only for her control of plants. In actual pure strength, the contest would obviously go to Croc.

"Luckily the last two will be in the same place if their files say anything about them," Peter commented, before swinging off into the sky again. All the while, he could not stop thinking about the pain he was experiencing. How did Batman do it? I mean, Peter had powers, and he could barely stand up straight, but Bats did it every night, hardly with any help, and he did it without the luxury of super powers.

"Well at least I'm down to the two clowns," Peter said happily, "I mean, how tough can they be?"

"Okay," Peter said is shock as he saw the carnage below him, "Pretty darn tough."

The entire street looked like a war zone. The two escapees were standing in the center, laughing evilly. Around them, such bodies of the thugs who had tried to take them down for being on their turf were strung across the asphalt, and the two police cars in the area were turned on their sides.

"Ah," Joker laughed loudly, "Is that the sound of spandex on roof tops I hear?" He brought his hand to his ear, before his twisted smile grew even wider, "Ah yes, I ladies and gentlemen, now that we have finished the appetizer for tonight, O would like to introduce our main course. Ladies and Gentlemen, the one…the only…The Batman!"

A spotlight suddenly appeared, showing Spider-Man to Joker. Joker's smile dropped, and soon a growl came from his now frowning lips.

"Hey!" He shouted at Peter, who was still trying to find the source of the light, "You're not the Bat! This show isn't meant for little punks like you to ruin. Get out of here and tell Batman to come here himself."

"Yeah," Spider-Man laughed, "Like he is really going to laugh at some fruity, class clown who never learned that his days at the school yard were over!"

"Oh," Joker seethed as he glared up at his opponent, "You little yutz! I'm the only one in this town who is allowed to say the punch line. Who cares if you're not the Bat! Hobby! I want that eyesore's corpse!"

"Hobby?" Peter asked to himself, before he heard a loud buzzing sound. He turned to see a man on a glider quickly approaching him, a blade spinning on the front of the machine. He barely managed to sling himself across the building, causing the glider to miss only by a few inches.

"Where is the Batman, Boss?" The man on the glider asked Joker. This was the first time that Peter got a good look at the man's face, and it was not pretty. His face was yellow, and was covered in bumps and scales, and his eyes were pure red. The creature cackled evilly as he glared at Spidey.

"Well whoever this punk is," the monster in the orange cloak laughed, "We won't be seeing him ever again. Not when the Hobgoblin gets through with him!" The Goblin pulled out a small pumpkin from his pouch, and smirked at Peter.

"What are you going to do with that thing," Peter asked cockily, trying to buy time in order to come up with a plan, "fix my Vitamin C levels?"

"No," Hobgoblin shouted, pressing the top of the pumpkin, revealing a glowing jack-o-lantern face, "Blow you to kingdom come!"

The villain tossed the bomb at Spider-man, sending him flying when grenade like vegetable slammed into the roof. Spidey barely caught himself, before the Goblin began throwing more bombs in his direction. Spidey continued to dodge the bombs, continuing to try to formulate a plan of attack.

"Okay, think brainiac," Peter said to himself, all the while ducking and weaving around the many bombs being thrown by his enemy, "This guy can fly, and he has little pumpkin grenades that could blow me to little spider bits," He then looked down at the glider, "but his flying is based on that machine, so if I can get rid of that, I can even the playing field."

Spidey looked around his present location, and smirked beneath his mask when he saw a small alley with relatively close walls. He began to swing to the alley, his smirk growing wider as he heard the mechanizations of the glider right behind him. As the Goblin was only a few feet behind him, he burst out a large web, catching the glider and dismounting the Goblin.

"You asshole!" Goblin shouted in a fury, standing up and charging the hero. With one swipe of his right hand, he caused a long scar across chest.

"Oh come on!" Spidey shouted angrily, "Claws on your gloves, that is so unfair!"

"I'm going to carve you up!" Goblin shouted, charging at Spidey. He continued to swipe at his arachnid opponent, not letting up on Spidey for a second. After a few seconds of dodging, Spidey finally had enough of the battle, and flipped backwards, before using his webs to capture Hobgoblin's hands. Then, using his own strength, he pulled the orange menace into the air, and slammed him down on the pavement.

"Hey Hobby!" Spider-Man shouted, imitating Joker's voice, walked up to the barely conscious Goblin, "Nighty night!" he shouted, before his fist slammed into the Goblin's face, sending him streaking across the pavement, and colliding with the wall. Spider-Man whistled as he looked at the rubble surrounding his foe.

"Well now I just have to deal with that freaky…" he trailed off as he heard the sound of clapping behind him. He turned to see Joker, his smile wide and evil as ever, walking through the alley towards him.

"Well done," the clown prince of crime cackled, "Well done indeed! I did not think that anything short of Batman himself would be able to stop old Hobby there, but you did it. I'm impressed. In fact, why don't we have an honorary handshake to congratulate you on a wonderfully done fight?"

"You can't believe that I'm really that stupid?" Spider-Man asked this other villain, who merely shrugged.

"Possibly," Suddenly, the flower on Joker's suit erupted in mud, covering Peter's eyes for one moment. In the second that it took for Peter to clean his eyes, Joker's right hand had been placed on the hero's chest, and then a great wave of electricity erupted through Spidey's body.

"I love joy buzzers," Joker commented as Peter fell to the ground, "They are such a killer!" Joker smiled at the hero's body, only to hear Spider-Man cough.

"What, you are still alive!" Joker asked, only for his grin to grow wider, "Oh it has been so long since I had a good day of sadistic torture! Oh what fun! Harley, bring my bag of toys, I want to-huh!"

Joker turned back to the street where he and Harley had originally been waiting for Batman. But instead of finding Harley with his sack of weapons, he could only see an empty street. Suddenly, he noticed that the street lamps were going out. One by one, the lights were darkened, and the black of night covered the street.

"Harley!" Joker shouted into the dark, "where are you, you crazy girl!"

Suddenly, Joker heard a small landing sound at the end of the alley, and then for the first time of the night, his smile dropped. He glared into the darkness, bulling out a large hammer, preparing for his main opponent.

"Come out Bats," Joker called, "I know you're here, I can smell heroics, and it makes me sick!"

Suddenly, just as Joker heard a step behind him, he turned to see Batman standing in front of him. Joker quickly raised the hammer, only for Batman to knock it away. Batman then raised his fist, and threw it towards the Joker's jaw.

POW!

"What," Peter moaned as he looked up at a large florescent light, "what's going on?"

"You got knocked out by Joker," Batman answered his comrade, giving him a small cup of milk, "Superman and the others had solved the mix up with the Green Lantern Corps, and I was allowed enough time to go and relieve you."

"Sorry I couldn't do it in one night," Peter sighed, as he could not bring himself to look Batman in the eyes, "I guess I'm not as good as you."

"No you're not."

"Hey! This is the point where you say that I am!"

"No," Batman said firmly, "But you could be as great as me. You have such great potential Peter, and you are truly fighting for a good reason. If you can keep it up, you might become as awesome as me."

"…Wow, that sounded really forced."

"It was."

"Ya know, I'll be just fine with "you did okay"."

"You did okay."

"Thank you."

"Well it is good that the entire disaster was resolved," Cap said as he listened to the story of the others' adventures into Space. Green Lantern had been cleared of all charges, and had been allowed to return to his duty as the protector of Earth.

"Too bad we missed it," Tony admitted as he stood next to Cap. While the others were off fighting crime and defending their teammates, he had been spending his time as his alter ego, enjoying the finer things in life, like alcohol and women. Batman smirked as he looked at the metal covered hero, and pulled out a small device with a large button on it.

"Oh, and Iron Man," Batman said, pressing the red button. This caused Iron Man's suit to light up, and rocket up towards the ceiling. With his smirk widening, the entire league stared at Batman as they heard a sickening 'thunk' when the Metal hero hit the roof.

"Next time," Batman shouted to Iron Man as he fell back to the floor in a heap, "Don't show Wonder Woman dirty magazines and leave me to explain them to her, you jerk."

"I can't believe how boring all my classes are," Peter seethed as he arrived for advanced chemistry. It had been two days since his night long crusade against crime, and only last night had he been cleared to return to school. Batman had promised him that he would not be needed for a while, so that Peter could return to his studies.

Unfortunately, none of the teachers he had visited in order to catch up actually cared enough to give him notes or even an idea of what he had missed. In fact, this was the last class, and he did not expect any better of this next professor. Suddenly, the door opened, to reveal a very muscular man in a lab coat. He wore glasses, had dark black hair, and smiled strongly at his students.

"Hello," he said, while writing his name on the board, "I am Doctor Henry McCoy, and I will be teaching you the wonderful world of chemistry this year. Now I know most of you are probably disillusioned with the college system right now, after being taught by graduate students for the past few days, but I can assure you that that will not be happening in this course. Instead, we will be getting in the lab right away, and I will over see all of our projects. Now all of you march on into the lab, and pair off into lab groups."

Peter smiled as he began to get up from his seat. Maybe this class wouldn't be nearly as bad as the others. As he walked in, he noticed that he was the last to arrive; he saw that the entire class had already partnered up. McCoy walked in, and looked at Peter.

"Well Mr. Parker," The doctor said, rubbing his chin, "I suppose I will just have to let you work on your own. Come over to this table and begin working on your Iron Sulfate. Remember, you are being graded on its color and density."

Peter's smile grew wider as he began to turn light up his chemicals, preparing for them to be melded. He then heard some frustrated grunts from the table behind him, and he turned to see two young women having trouble trying to light their burner. But like any chemistry student knows, more often then not, the spark lighter was not working.

"Man I hate these things," the blonde groaned as she continued to try to light the flame. Peter quickly leant over and used his own spark lighter, causing the propane to light up.

"Your lighter has worn out flint," Peter explained, showing the flint inside the device the girls were using was completely gone, "There is no way that you could have lit your fire with this old thing."

"Thanks," the red-headed girl who was reading the instructions said, "what is your name?"

"Oh, I'm Peter Parker," Peter said, "From New York."

"Oh," the blonde haired girl quipped, "I'm from New York too. I'm Gwen Stacy."

"And I am Barbara Gordon," the red head added.

"Nice to meet…wait a minute," Peter thought for a moment, "Stacy…Gordon…Aren't your dads…"

"Yep," Gwen answered him, "our dads are th e commissioners of police in New York City and Gotham. We actually met each other at a policemen ball a few years ago. We hit it off and have been friends ever since."

"We even decided to go to Gotham U together," Barbara added.

"Oh," Peter said, rubbing the back of his head, "that is cool. Well, the Doctor is coming this way; I should be getting back to work."

"Hey Peter," Gwen smiled at the poor science nerd, "if you want, would you like us to give you a tour of Gotham? I hardly think you know the city after only a week in college."

"Oh you would think that," Peter nodded, "but I know more than you would think."

AN: Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I'm still accepting ideas for Marvel villains who I can have come into the story later.