The evening had gone quite well. Once she'd returned from her discussion with Batman, a visibly saddened Hippolyta had performed the ceremony giving her blessing to Diana and Bruce. After a full evening of festivities, they parted with a tearful goodbye.

"You could have told me."

"Bruce sat across from Diana in the Bat-jet , his arms crossed over his chest.

"Sorry. I just assumed that you knew.'

"How could I have known?"

"You're the world's greatest detective. I thought that you be able to figure out that if she's never seen a man, she probably wouldn't know much about where babies come from."

Bruce glowered in the face of her logic. "Well you're her daughter. Why couldn't you explain it? You're her daughter, after all..."

"Relax, Bruce. She took it well enough..."

"She fainted."

"That's not that bad. After all, it is pretty-"

"That's enough." Batman cut her off, turning back to navigating.

"Whatever you say, Bruce."

Bruce smoothly pulled into the oceanside crevasse that led to the Batcave. To Diana's surprise, he did not pull of his cowl as he usually did when he entered the cave.

"Bruce... Why aren't you getting undressed?"

"I'm going out."

"As Batman? In the daytime?"

"Yes. Is there a problem with that?"

"Well... Yes, but far be it from me to point it out. I personally think that the Batman could use a bit of sunlight every once in a while." She jested as she headed upstairs to get some rest.

Batman once again entered the jet. He programmed the autopilot to take him to New York, and activated the Jet, steeling himself for yet another long flight.

Peter Parker flung himself across the New York skyline; people pointed and gawked as he flew overhead, but he didn't care. He knew that as long as he was wearing his Spiderman costume and mask, nobody would be able to identify him. He'd heard reports on his police radio of a bank robbery in progress, and figured that the police could use his assistance.

As he swooped through the sky, his precognitive reflexes alerted him to the fact that something was amiss. He looked behind him, just in time to see a strange shadow disappear behind a building. He made a note to look into it later.

He continued to travel for several moments before he sensed immediate danger. He looked upwards to see a black boomerang rushing towards him. It cut through his web, causing him to free fall through the air. He flailed his arms for a second before launching a web to catch himself, but the moment that he was distracted was more than enough to allow an assault from his attacker. He felt a sudden, solid impact on the back of his head, and felt no more.

Spiderman awakened from a daze on an unfamiliar rooftop. "Oh shit, I have to get to the bank!" He arched his back and jumped to his feet.

"There's no need. It's taken care of."

A figure appeared in the shadows; Spiderman had never met him in person, but he'd seen plenty of him in the news to recognize the silhouette. "B-Batman?"

The figure stepped partway into the light; just enough for Spiderman to confirm that his assailant was indeed the caped crusader. He raised his hand and prepared for a fight.

"You wanna piece of me, Bats?"

"No. I just need... Information."

Spiderman dropped his fists. "You could have just asked... Geez..."

"I get the feeling that you don't trust me."

"That's because you attacked me in midair, and..." He was distracted by a sharp pain in his back. "Did you just let me fall?"

"It couldn't have been more than thirty feet. I've fallen from higher."

Spiderman shook his head in disbelief at what he was hearing. "Fine, whatever. Just tell me what you want."

"There was a breakout at Arkham Asylum in Gotham."

"That's where they keep the real crazies, isn't it?"

"Yes. And the guy who broke in seemed to have a particular target in mind... The Joker."

Spiderman didn't like where this was going. He'd never had any involvement with the Joker, and from what he'd heard, he was lucky.

"B-but... What does this have to do with me?"

"The cameras got a decent shot of the guy who sprung the Joker. I need you to take a look." Batman reached into one of the back pockets of his belt, and pulled out a photograph. He tossed it to the ground by Spiderman's feet.

Spiderman carefully bent down to pick it up, and was shocked at what he saw. He clearly remembered the 'man' pictured in the photo- his ex-archnemesis, the Green Goblin. Spiderman shook his head.

"It can't be him. The Goblin is dead. It has to be fake."

"He has the exact same costume and technology, and even matches estimated height and weight."

"It's not him. I watched the Green Goblin die."

Batman seemed satisfied. He returned the picture to his belt, and prepared to swing away with his grapple gun.

Spiderman stopped him before he could leave. "Wait... That's all?"

"Yes." Without another word, he swung off into the distance, leaving Spiderman alone on the rooftop.

"What a wacko..."

Author's Note: I don't know why, but this one was a bit awkward. Especially in terms of grammar, which usually comes pretty naturally to me. I guess I'm just off my game tonight... Or imagining things. Either way.

Now... For my updating schedule. Things could be tight for a while- three more days of summer vacation, and I'm working two of them. Yay. Because I'm just that exciting. Fortunately, once school starts, I'll be working a lot less. That's good for you guys, because school is a hell of a lot less exhausting than working, and I'll have more energy for writing.

It would speed things up a bit if I could just write the next few chapters like this one; just jump in, and explain as I go. I have a lot of disjointed ideas that I want to pack into the next few chapters, and I'm thinking that that could make things a bit easier. So tell me wether or not you like this format. I don't know when I'll be able to post again; I have another long shift tomorrow, but at least I'm not closing, so I might have some energy after work. Expect it fairly late tomorrow night if at all.