Pam, Pete, and Harley

by Wiggles-n-stuff

Good ol' Parker Luck. Peter Parker is living with two very attractive ladies. Both are strong, intelligent... and villains. Oh boy. Spidey is sucked into the DC verse by accident, and immediately stumbles upon the two women. How will the web-head deal with this new world, and what's the goal of the Sirens in keeping him under thumb? Cover Art by Comfort Love and Adam Withers

4. Bats Up In My Belfry

Chapter 3: Bats Up In My Belfry

Key: 'Words' = Peter 4th walling it

-December 22rd / Present-

"Jingle bells, Batman scowls, Spidey's on his way. The Batmobile lost a wheel, and Spidey saves the day. Yay!" Peter sings to himself, as he approaches the loft. He'd left the Nest about two hours ago, and did one more quick check of his side of the city, before deciding to finally head home. 'I learned that little gem from the kids I teach. Catchy no? The last day of school is tomorrow, and it's only a half day, so I can finally get my shopping done. Thank you Vie, I promise to get you something nice.' He snickers, and kicks his legs forward for one last swing. Flipping himself into a reverse spin, Spider-Man lands gracefully onto the roof of the building across the street from his home. Snow crunches under foot as he approaches the edge, and peers down at his home.

'You know despite having one hell of a long crazy year, I'm really looking forward to my second Christmas here. The last one was kinda hard for me to get into. You know without Aunt May, Reed, Sue, Johnny, Ben, any of the Avengers, or my non super friends. It was really hard to get into the mood. Not that I didn't try last year. Heck Harleen did her best to make sure we enjoyed that Christmas, she even managed to get Pam to smile and laugh a few times. It was quite a different sight than what I was used to back then, I tell you what. This year is much different though, and I'm happy to say I get to enjoy it with my roomies. Believe it or not both of them are looking forward to it. Bubbles had been jumping all over the place, going nuts with excitement. Blossom, as usual, is her reserved self, but she's much more "finger quotes* "relaxed" this time around.'

'Clark actually offered to let me stay with his family for Christmas, but that was before the incident. He said the offer was still on the table even after the questioning and judgment the League did of me, but I declined. I like Clark, don't get me wrong, he's a great guy, and one you really don't want to have on his bad side. But I felt my place was here. Nice guy, woulda really liked to meet the family who made him the man his is. Grant it, I've already met both Kara's though, nice girls, and others you don't wanna be on the receiving end of their fists. Still, I wanted to be with my housemates. They really need me to be here, especially now.'

'Oh check this out.' Spider-Man did one quick look around him, and an expanded check from his Spider-Sense. Feeling nothing out there, Peter steps between two vent shafts, and his body vanishes. The only indication he is still there are the footprints in the snow. 'Since I've had so much free time to tinker with the Unstable Molecules in my suit, I've made some modifications. Namely I've added some new default color schemes and patterns, and an active camouflage setting. I worked this one out early on. See what it does is refract the light off of the now transformed glass-like molecules, which effectively mirrors my surroundings. Without getting into the complicated science behind altering 3rd Generation Unstable Molecules, I basically thought really hard about wanting to be invisible. Happens a lot more than I'd like when I can't use my suit, unfortunately. Anyway, it makes returning home safer. There are many many eyes out there that I can't see. Especially now.'

Climbing down the side of the building, Peter crawls into an unlocked window of an uninhabited apartment. After closing the window he makes his way into the living room of the dark apartment. Starting from the emblem on Spider-Man's chest the suit becomes visible quickly. 'Arnold beware. Heh heh.' It only took a moment before Peter pulls off his mask, and his suit transforms again into his civvies. Tucking his mask into his back pocket, he turns to the lone piece of furniture in the small one bedroom apartment, a lumpy couch. 'Not nearly as comfy as the one at the loft. By. A. Long shot.' Scooping up his brown leather jacket, he throws it on. A moment later he is closing the front door, and put the apartment key into a breast pocket. "OH! For cripes sake." Throwing his hands up in agitation. Parker, once again opens the door and goes to the linen closet. Extracting several large full thick plastic bags, he again heads out the door.

'So you are probably curious about this. Well one thing you have to hand to the bad guys, they know how to hide when they want to. This is one of my roomies' safe houses. To my knowledge they have two, probably more. Another reason the wrong side of the law need so much fundage, besides bankrolling schemes, paying henchies, and basic living expenses, are these hideaways. I started using this one after Pam yelled at me for showing up at her skylight once. Scared the daylights right out of her. Spent a gooooood hour on the roof in paralyzing pain. Hey the roof access was locked, and I forgot my building keys, and Bubbles was gone, annnnd Blossom wasn't answering the com. So yeah... I had good reasons for it. Anyways after she let me in and "explained" to me the need for secrecy, she showed me this hideout so as to store my stuff, and have a safe secret place to change. It's come in handy, specially when I get kicked out for some reason or another.'

The lift comes to a halt, and Peter moves himself into an... incredibly overdecorated loft. "Oh...wow. Uh honey's I'm home." He calls out softly. Seeing as it is so late, Peter decides against being loud. The entire inside of the large apartment was covered in festive reds and greens. A huge story sized Fir tree was set up close to the living room. Peter could find nary an inch that wasn't covered in shining glass multi-colored bulbs, slowly blinking Christmas lights, tinsle, flowers, or even berries. He was drawn to it like a moth to a flame. It was just breathtaking, not to say the rest of the apartment wasn't equally impressive, but this was just amazing. "I don't think I've seen a more beautiful tree outside of Rockefeller Center." Upon closer inspection the blinking lights were actually bio-luminescent algae bulbs. "Oh wow."

"I'm pleased you like it. We spent the majority of the evening decorating." Pamela's voice came from the second story, where she was heading toward the stairs. She was still dressed in her extra large green sweatshirt, black sports stockings, and black socks. Her normally free flowing flaming head of hair, was tied together in one long french braid, slung over the front of her left shoulder. She had on a lovely genuine little smile, one that made Peter forget all about the tree. He watches her, mesmerized, by that simple smile.'I don't get a smile like this from her very often...especially now. Boy I'm saying that a lot. It's...she's just...why now? What has changed?'

"You...I..I mean it all looks breathtaking..." He trails off. His nervous habit of lowering his head, hiding his gaze behind his bangs, and running his hand through his hair, comes out.

"I can't believe you two were able to do this while I was on patrol." He stammers slightly. Ivy had reached the bottom of the stairs now, and was approaching Peter, but something was off. 'Pam only has a few styles of walking up to me, sensually or annoyed. This...this is totally new, is this...hesitant? What's going...'

"Well you know Harley, she's always enthusiastic about anything that allows her to be creative. I... I 'Did you just stammer?!' guess I got swept up in her enthusiasm. She was so excited to show you, but she headed out to the zoo to give her babies a treat. Actually, I'm glad you got back before her..." Pam stops a few feet from Peter, when she sees his expression turn into concern. 'Harls is out alone!? Oh no no...that wasn't part of the...' He turns from her, ready to jump back out into the city and go after Harley. Then a slender green hand catches his shoulder. "Kyle is with her, don't worry." Peter looks to the hand resting on his shoulder, then relaxes. He turns back around, at the slight tug from Pamela. 'Quick reference, Harley's "babies" are a pair of hyena's named Bud and Lou. They were originally the Joker's pets, but quickly grew more attached to Bubbles. When she split from the Joker they went with her. After causing some mayhem involving eating local pets, Selina convinced Harley to relocate them to the zoo. I've met them a few times, they don't like me much. I think they think I'm trying to encroach on their territory or something. Heh jokes on them, I live with her now. Wait...why am I competing with animals?'

"You had me scared there..." His words catch in his throat, as he sees her face. She is unsure. 'Okay she's not looking me in the face, and I swear I see her nibbling on the inside of her bottom lip. Really scared now. I mean she's always been strong and proud, to see this side of her...' Finally she meets his eyes, and he finds his words again. "Pam...are you alrig..." Ivy closes her eyes, with a slight huff.

"Stop making this more awkward. Peter... 'PETER?!' " Her hand leaves his shoulder, and grips her braid along with her other hand.

"What do you mean aw...UMPH!" Pamela's cheeks flushed, just before she leans forward and presses her lips to Peter's. She rests her palms on his chest, too. His eyes are nearly the size of saucers, following the action. 'I..uh...holy crap...' Dumbfounded his eyes close along with hers, and he just goes with the flow.

The kiss lasts for a long moment, until Pam pulls back barely an inch, letting out a soft breath. Peter's eyes flutter open, and are rewarded with a close up view of Pam's burning forest green cheeks. She rocks back on her heels, and her hands close together over her abdomen.

"Th...thank you Peter, for everything you've done for me...us." Pam's voice is soft, careful. Her gold and black eyes, staring hard at his chest, doing everything possible from meeting his face.

"...Uh..." Again she silences him, but with a dainty green finger against his lips.

"Before your incessant babbling betrays you, I just wanted to thank you personally. You could have left. You were given every reason to leave us to our fates. But...you stayed, saved us, defended us...forgave me. You cannot know how much you have proven to me how wrong I could be about someone. So just know, Peter Parker, that I cannot repay your kindness now, but I will try." Her eyes lift, meeting his stunned brown orbs. She takes a step back, and both are broken from their gaze by the sound of the elevator gate clanking.

"I'MMM BAAACKK! Is Petey here yet..." Harleen called out from the elevator, when she spotted Peter and Pam. "YAY! You're here. How do ya like the place? Huh? Huh? Tell me, tell me!" The blond all but runs into the apartment, and stops just short of Peter, bouncing happily in place. "We worked really hard on it, and wanted ta surprise ya. Well? Are ya surprised?" The child-like glee in her voice, brought him slightly back down to earth. Still wide-eyed, Peter automatically nods his head to Harley, and she glomps him. She squeezes him tight against her from his left side. "I'm so glad. C'mon, let me show ya around." With that she ends her hug, but presses his left arm into her chest and hugs it to her. Harls, starts leading Pete over to the living room, to show him everything they've done. He steals a dazed glance to Pamela.

"Thank you Parker." Pam says quietly before turning away from the scene, and heading back upstairs.

'I...oh god, brain malfunction. I'm hallucinating right? Blossom put me in a chemical induced state of bliss, right? And I'm just imagining that she gave me an incredibly OOC 'thank you' kiss, right? That's gotta be it. Oh man...don't wake me up if I am.'

After a minute of collecting most of his scattered thoughts, Peter was fully able to be a part of Harleen's tour. Ivy had vanished somewhere upstairs, and he was left in the giddy hands of an overly enthusiastic jester woman.

'Anybody get the plate of the train that just rolled through my brain? My mind is kinda all over the place right now. What just happened, and how can I make it happen again?'

'OH, right! You guys are still with me. Okay maybe continuing with the story will settle my hornet's nest of a brain right now. I...can't even...what was that? I...She...URGH! Back to the story! Okay, stage opens to little over a week after the last part.'

-November 27th / One Year Ago-

One Week Later

"What about Dark?" Peter asked, as he rested his chin in his right palm. He and Harley were sitting across from each other at the island counter in the kitchen. Between them was a pad of notepaper, and several pens scattered near them. Harleen was currently rolling a pen back and forth between her nose and upper lip, while staring at the ceiling.

"Way to many names tha use that already. Hmmm..." Harley replied looking down at the costume clad man. His costume was currently pitch black in color, and looked like a full body suit. There were no lenses, and no symbols on his costume, just muscle definition, and a blank face. "Ebon..." She mused, as she watched Peter scribble out the name on the paper.

"Sorry Harls that's taken already. Some Bang Baby in Dakota City's got it. Bad guy too, try again." Selina's voice called from the living room. She was sitting in the recliner, cross legged, in a pair a flattering worn in blue jeans, a gray long sleeved t-shirt, and her Catwoman glasses resting on her head. She was tacking away on an expensive looking laptop.

Both Pete and Harley sighed and slumped a bit. "Tell me again why we are trying to hook me up with a baddie persona?" The unnamed costumed man, tilted his head and looked unnoticed from Harley to Selina. 'What I said. So what we have happening here is our brainstorming session to come up with my costumed villain alter ego. As part of the deal Blossom made me in sparing my life, I was to help them in their endeavors should they need me. As Buttercup, that's Selina by the way, and we have the Powerpuff Girls everybody! At least only Harley got the joke, I'm pretty sure the other two'd hurt me for it if they knew. So as Buttercup stated, *Ehem* "We can't have Spider-Man running around with us during our shenanigans. It sends the wrong message to the people we normally deal with." And to that I just had to say, "This deal is getting worse all the time". Heh heh.'

"Because you look oh so yummy in black, and you stand out to much as the Spider. Alright give us another twirl, lets see if that helps." Selina chided, a playful smirk on her face. 'They are enjoying this way to much for my liking. At least Pam didn't want to take part in this session. Not that she didn't help with my bad guy creation. She gave me the persona I was supposed to be in. Silent, quiet, and invisible. All the things she really wanted me to be. Also I wasn't to use any of what makes me Spider-Man in this character, aside from my powers. She even took away my web shooters, and told me deal with it. *Sniff* She was so mean to me.'

Peter lets out a frustrated grunt of defeat, and hops down from the stool. A walk around the counter, a clunky turn around in place after, and he was feeling like a piece of meat. Kyle had her index finger pressed against her lips grinning, and Harley let out an approving whistle.

"There, any ideas?" He grumbles.

"I gots one, do another turn. I'm not done admirin the view." Quinn, pretends to wipe away some drool. 'At least I hope she was pretending. Flattering, but creepy at the same time. Speaking of unusual, why did Pamela do that? It was just so out of the blue. I know I did all those things she said I did, but...Urrgh. Does she...like me? Oh man...seriously?! I shouldn't be thinking about this now, I have a story to tell...but that kiss...'

"I apologize to my adoring fans, but the catwalk is closed now. Nineteen encores is my limit. You'll just have to wait till my next degrading fashion show." Peter's suit shifts like oil on water, and soon he's back in his red and blues. A round of sad Awws came from the two women, as he went back to his stool and sat down. He looked to the pad once more, and noted some of the names that had a line through them. The Shadow, Venom, Black, Dark, Ebon, Charcoal, Howard the Duck 'I swung wide with that one I know, but at least Bubbles liked it.', Hush, Dusk, Onyx, Evil Spider, Boogie Man, and so on. There were several more sheets in the trashcan next to the island.

"Well we need something to call you." Kyle says, as she went back to her computer screen.

"Yeah, this is like your villain Quinceanera. Ya gotta make a good impression." Harley smiles at him, while twirling the pen between her fingers expertly.

"I always wanted one of those. My dress woulda been the prettiest of any of the Avengers." He joked, getting Harleen to snicker.

"That and the last thing you want is Bats recognizing its Spider-Man under the new costume." Catwoman said with her gaze still on the laptop.

"Which is exactly why you will be grateful we are going through this much trouble for you. So stop whining and get it done." Isley's voice came from above them, as she headed from her room to Eden. All downstairs looked up to her, as she quickly made her way to the large metal door.

"It'd go a lot faster if you joined in and helped." Selina put out there, a bit of indignation in her voice. 'Buttercup and Blossom don't get along well, much like their cartoon counterparts. Their dominate personalities clash more often than help. It probably doesn't help that Kyle has been known to switch sides regularly if she sees a better opportunity on the other. Working together isn't a problem, but trusting each other is. That leaves me and Harls as damage control and prevention in their relationship.'

"I've already done my part in this. My question is why are you even here?" Ivy stopped just short of the Garden's door, and turned to look down at Selina, irritation written all over her face. Peter and Harleen turned their gazes simultaneously from Poison Ivy to Catwoman.

"Because he's going with me on this exchange, and I'm just as much a part of this team as everyone else." Selina shot back with a glare. Peter and Harleen turned their heads up from Kyle to Isley at the same time.

"That's rich coming from a know turncoat like yourself." Pam's eyes narrowed dangerously, as did Selina's. 'RED ALERT! CAT FIGHT IMMINENT!' Peter stood up and moved so he more or less stood in between the two of them.

"Ladies, ladies, let's not fight over little old me. You've all been very kind in helping me start my career in crime, and I thank you for it." Peter raised his hands in defense, one towards the woman in the chair, and the other to the one upstairs. Neither wanted to break the staring contest they were having. "So let's just take a deep breath, and think happy thoughts about the crimes your gonna make me do."

Reluctantly Selina was the first to break the stare down. "Yeah, let's get back to it. I want to make sure you are at least presentable for your grand debut." A sly smile crossed her red painted lips, as she closed her eyes and relaxed.

"That's the spirit. Ivy, any ideas on names? Maybe your brilliance can settle this so we can move on." Peter let out a careful breath, before looking back up to the woman in question.

"Gilding the lily isn't appreciated nor needed." She made sure to direct her frustrated gaze solely on him. 'Which I totally didn't shrink away from.' Peter couldn't help but wince slightly. 'Dangit.' Her stare softened ever so slightly. "Though I've always been partial to the term tenebrous." She opened the metal door, and slammed it shut behind her.

"Sorry everybody. Think she's got a bit of the cabin fever. She doesn't get out much during Winter." Harley said from the kitchen.

"Not surprising, being mostly plant and all. Hey what does tenebrous mean anyway? 'Dammit Jim, I'm a superhero not a linguist.' " Peter asked Selina, who hesitated in typing. From the look on her face, she wasn't quite sure how to spell it.

"It means dark, shadowy, or obscure." Harls said not a second after Peter asked. Both he and Selina quickly turned to stare at her. Her eyes darted back and forth from the two of them, and her cheeks puffed out a bit in annoyance. She pointed a black nail-ed finger at herself. "Psychologist remember? I do know my way around a dictionary, geeze."

"Sorry Harley, I forgot." Peter hung his head slightly.

"Yeah sorry Harls." Selina added.

"No probs. I forget sometimes too." Harleen said, back in her cheery normal voice. If she was phased by it, it didn't show.

"How do you spell it?" Kyle asked, and Quinzel spelled it out for her. Peter walked next to her to look over Selina's shoulder at the screen. A dictionary page was brought up, and Peter pointed to the entry.

"Hey the root word sounds even better, tenebrae. Latin is awesome." Selina spun her head around and gave him a perplexed look. To which Peter moved out into the center of the living room. He concentrated for a moment, and his suit bled black until it was completely covered in it. Putting his fists on his hips, he puffed out his chest, and tilted his head to the sky. Oddly enough a ray of sunlight fell down upon him from the second story windows. "Beware Gotham City, for I am Tenebrae!" 'Do I know how to sell it or don't I?'

Selina burst out laughing, several times catching the laptop before it fell to the floor. Harleen stared, wide-eyed at Tenebrae. "So cool." She said with stars in her eyes.

'Why was I taking me becoming a criminal so well? Because it hadn't sunk in yet what I was actually doing. Besides, like they say "A zebra can't change his stripes." My job, at least from what they told me, was to protect them. To me that meant doing what I was already doing, except I'm actually in on the crime for a change. I did try arguing that I wouldn't be robbing anybody. That was met a swift trip to the floor, and saying hi to uncle Pain, aunt Ouch, and cousin Lock-your-nervous-system-up. Arguing with Blossom at that point was basically fruitless. Heh. Personally I think she just found any excuse she could to watch me squirm. Still, like Bubbles said, the cold season makes Pam irritable. So I chalked that up to her unpleasant seasonal disposition.'

'Dealing with Harley and Selina was much more pleasant. They at least could take a joke and listen to my disagreement, before saying no. Considering it was usually them I was dealing with on our 'shenanigans', I never had to do anything to far out of my comfort zone. We all agreed that Tenebrae shouldn't be seen much. Even with all the training in the new gadgets, fighting using them, and practice at my new persona, they didn't want anyone drawing some sort of conclusion between the two of my characters. They told me more than once that Batman and his protegees, as well as the local heroes, were all incredibly sharp and could solve mysteries better than Scooby Doo and the gang.'

'Oh, speaking of Batman, I bet you are wondering how our first meet and greet went.'

-November 27th / One Year Ago-

Evening

"As much as I hate to admit it Bruce, you have to applaud the determination of criminals. No matter how many heroes a city has, no matter how many get put away, they still keep at it. If that's not an admirable quality I don't know what is. At least it keeps me in work I guess." Spider-Man is currently squatting next to a gargoyle statue on the roof of an older building. 'I'd like you to introduce you to Bruce, my psychiatrist. Bruce-y here is the half-brother of a gargoyle back home, also named Bruce. He moved out here to try and make it big, but like his brother he ended up as security. Still, he's a good listener, and never tells me to shut up. I like that about him. Oh what's this?'

Police sirens pierced the late night traffic sounds, as they approached Peter's perch. Spider-Man stood up and gazed out into the distance. He sees the first car's lights round a corner about a half mile from him.

"Well Bruce it's been fun. I'll stop by again later. Say hi to the folks for me." Jutting out his right wrist, a web line launched to the building on the other side of the street, and he jumped off the roof. Pulling into a long swing, he cuts the line and attaches another to the next building back on the other side of the street. Traveling up above the road toward the oncoming squad car, Peter recognizes the vehicle. "Lookie who we have here." Spider-Man smiled beneath the mask. Swinging past the speeding car, he spins his body around and backtracks till he's matching the car for speed. A practiced cut of the line, and he flips gracefully in the air. With a loud thump he lands on the roof of the police car, sticking fast to it.

The driver inside swerves, obviously surprised by the loud noise, but quickly regains composure. Peter pokes his head down to the driver's side window, and is met with a pissed off glare and gun pointed at him. He smiles under his mask and happily waves to Detective McKenna from outside. Her eye twitch is obvious, as he makes a 'roll down your the window' motion with his hand. Focusing mostly on the road 'She's a professional like that.' Melody hits the window button.

"I was two seconds away from shooting you through the roof." Mel growls, keeping the gun in her hand resting on her driving arm, aimed at the vigilante.

"No you weren't, cause you like me to much to do that." Spidey says loudly over the rushing wind. McKenna's eyes narrow in annoyance.

"You are walking a very thin line right now vigilante. What do you want, cause I have a place to be." 'I've had the pleasure of dealing with Mel twice more over this last week. We've actually got to the badinage part of our relationship. I think saving her from that gun fight helped a bit though. She's still a mite twitchy around me still, but I'm a Spider, people are naturally twitchy around me.'

"That's actually the reason I decided to drop by. What's got you burning rubber Detective?" He asked nonchalantly.

"You know what, this might actually be right up your alley. We've got Killer Croc on a rampage in Midtown near The Exchange. You know where that is?" She took a quick right turn, and Peter just rocked forward a bit.

"I do, but I don't know the guy. Any spoilers you'd like to throw my way?" Spider-Man asked.

"Big scaly reptile guy. 'Reptile guy, deja vu senses tingling.' Pretty damn strong to. His skin repels low caliber ammunition, so it's kinda hard to stop him without lethal force." Melody replied shortly, as she took a quick left to get onto the bridge street.

"When will people learn it's never a good idea to make animal human hybrids?" McKenna actually turned, and with a deadpan expression, looked at Spider-Man.

"Right...shutting up now. Anyway, I'll see you there Mel. You can try arresting me again if you get there before I finish." Spidey saluted her, and was about to pull back up when she spoke up.

"You might be to late too. Batman usually takes Croc down pretty fast." Spider-Man's lenses widened slightly.

"You mean I might actually get to meet this elusive Batman. Oh boy I'm excited now!" Peter stood up, as they started over the bridge. One well placed web line later he was ahead of the the car, and speeding his way into Midtown. 'Luckily, I took a good portion of the week to get the lay of the land while patrolling. Though I wouldn't have minded a ride with Ms. McKenna. Wow, that came out a bit dirtier than I expected, apologies.'

'Finding Killer Croc wasn't hard. He was certainly doing a good job of making his presence known. He'd basically berserked his way along a whole city block. That meant cars on fire, stores broken into, and people in harms way. So I jumped into the action as soon as I got there.'

The lumbering, 7' 5", gray/green scaly body of Killer Croc, was just a second away from pummeling an SUV down the street, when a web ball smacked him in the back of the head. He let out a vicious roar, and spun around wildly looking for the source. 'And there goes my Deja Vu-Sense. Three in one week is a bit much even for me. And knowing that something is being changed in the Matrix only put me more on edge at this point. So at first glance I was staring down a gray, tail-less version of a buddy of mine Dr. Curt Conners aka The Lizard. Yeah, yeah, so our naming guys have been out on lunch break for a long time. Obvious subspecies differences aside, the main difference between the two is Doc Conners is a science experiment gone wrong, and Croc here is a genetic mutation.'

"Crikey! This Sheela right here is a biggun!" Spider-Man shouted as he landed on the driver's side of a lopsided truck in a crouch. Croc's rage flared, and before any banter could be exchanged, he ripped the door off of the SUV, and discus-ed it toward the hero. Peter deftly crouched down further and let the fiberglass saw fly past him. Croc's red eyes narrowed, and he charged toward Spider-Man, hissing.

"Looks loike this beaut woke up on the wrong side of the sewer taday." Peter continued with his Crocodile Hunter impersonation, as he leapt off the truck. Soaring above the anger fueled reptile man, he webbed a line to it's back. Croc spun on a very large clumsy dime, facing a grinning Spider-Man. Croc let loose another battle cry, and Spidey pulled the line hard. The big guy slammed face first into the street with a loud thud. Peter actually winced slightly at the sound. "Ooo...thas gotta smart."

Croc pushed himself off the ground quickly, surprising Spider-Man. His large clawed hands grabbed the web line and yanked it toward him.

"WHOA!" The hero shouted as he was peeled off his spot, and sent flying toward Killer Croc. 'What? I wasn't expecting it.' Mid air Peter pulled off a flip and landed on the reptile man's chest feet first. Croc was waiting with open arms, which slammed shut around the small frame of Spider-Man upon contact. The brute pulled his prey into an awkward bear hug, as the Spider's legs were wedged between them. The crocodile's toothy maw split apart with another bellow, which was only a foot away from the vigilante's face. Spider-Man's lenses sank almost to slits, as the acrid breath overtook him. 'You know how dogs have bad breath from eating poo, well this was like ten times worse. Made me wish my mask had air filters.' He choked out some coughs, and felt bile churning in his stomach.

"Guy... one word Tic-Tac. And..whew...when I say Tic-Tac, I mean Costco sized. The sooner the betWHOA!" Croc lunged his head forward, aiming to rip a chunk out of the hero's neck. Spider-Man caught his upper and lower jaws in his hands, and stopped the advance cold. "Okay garbage breath, I'm doing this for me and everyone else on this block." 'The sewer cologne I could handle. I've been down in New York's sewer system more times than I'd like to admit, but his breath was just that rancid.' He pulled back his right hand, and pushed up the lower jaw with his left, closing Croc's mouth. He put a large dollop of webbing over the criminal's mouth, before pushing back with his legs, and breaking out of the bear hug. Spider-Man flipped backward and away from the stumbling reptile man. Croc clawed at the steel-like webbing with little success. 'Other things Conners and Croc don't share in common are strength, speed, and intelligence. Lizard 3, Killer Croc 0.'

"Obviously I'm not gonna get much in the way of banter out of you, so how about we wrap up this little sideshow?" That obviously struck some sort of nerve in the berserker. A muffled howl emanated from Croc, who had given up on tearing off the webbing. He launched himself forward in a blind rage. 'Again, hotheads are so very easy to beat. Except the Hulk.'

Spider-Man grabbed his right bicept in his left hand, and rotated his right forearm in a circle with a clenched fist. He widened his stance, and glued himself to the spot. "One oversized leather handbag coming up." Right as Killer Croc was about to tackle him, Spider-Man pulled his right fist back and thrust it up. Fist collided with jaw in a uppercut that launched Croc a good ten feet into the air. He watched Croc crest in an arc and slam back into the street a moment later. 'Guy was strong, but not quite what I'd call danger level strong. So I gave him a punch that would have knocked out Cap. I figured that should have been enough.'

Croc grumbled from behind the webbing, before his body went slack, and his head rolled to the side. Spider-Man walked over to him, and looked him over. "Geeze, I'm starting to wonder if I didn't fall into an alternate reality. This guy is almost a dead ringer for Curt. Still he's a gecko by comparison." Peter webbed up the bad guy good and tight. Gotham PD began to infiltrate the scene, 'Like before they were already there, but since bullets just annoyed the guy, they stayed on damage and crowd control until one of us 'more capable' folks came along. Their Special Forces tend to be late to the party, but I can't fault them, we vigilantes are just usually quicker.' and he knew it was as good a time as any to let them do whatever they do with these guys. 'Just so you know I am not object to helping clean up after bad guys and my fights. Normally I would have, but I was still pretty fresh here, and I was technically wanted by the police. Only on the vigilante charge, though.'

"Freeze, Spider-Man." The first officer on scene shouted.

"Not if I get out of this cold weather quick enough. Stay warm officers." Spider-Man saluted, and then web-lined away. He was just rounding the corner of the block, when he saw McKenna's car pull up. He waved to her before vanishing, catching her shaking her head at him. "Well that was a good workout. I wonder what other surprises..." A slight whirling sound stops him mid sentence, just before his web-line goes slack on the up swing. Peter looks up to see the line cut, and his white eyes go wide. "I wasn't serious!" He shouts, and quickly connects another line to the nearest building. He swings to the side of the metallic structure, and connects himself to it. "Alright who did that!" Spider-Man calls out, and catches movement on the roof of the opposite building. Web-zipping over to that building, he quickly climbs up it. He hand stand flips over the edge onto the dark shadowy roof, landing in a ready stance.

Spidey scans the roof, but can't find anybody. "Okay shadowy figure, I'm here. Now what say we be sociable and come out? Seriously, name aside, I don't bite. I'm actually a hugger." As Peter is looking left, the sound of a throat clearing breaks the silence to his right. Spidey starts, and snaps his head around to see a person leaning against the shed. "Gah! Don't do that! Geeze."

"The reports weren't kidding, you really do run your mouth." The individual Spider-Man was staring down was dressed in a black body suit, a bird-like domino mask, and had a blue V-like symbol breaking the black over his chest and down his arms. The definitely male 'Considering his ripped pecs and abs in that suit.' figure had his arms crossed over his chest, with a smirk.

"It's my loveable quirk. So what can I do for you Mr. Web-Line Cutter?" Spider-Man straitened up, and mimicked the mystery man, by crossing his arms over his chest. Peter even went as far as to slightly puff his chest out, and bulge his muscles. 'So I was feeling a bit self conscious. Not that I was jealous or intimidated of his build or anything.'

"The name's Nightwing, but I'm not the one who wanted to talk to you. He is." Nightwing nodded his head to the left of Spider-Man's gaze, his smirk growing.

"He? He whOHMYGOD!" Peter shouted all of a sudden there was a man standing about five feet way to his left, cloaked in shadows. His crossed arms flew open into a loose guard. The man was in an even darker shade of black 'Don't know how it's possible, but it was.' costume than Nightwing. He stood a good four to five 'Incredibly imposing.' inches taller, the cowl's 'ears' adding another two 'Imposing.' inches. The cowl covered the top half of his face, to the man's nose. And the rest of his body was obscured by the cape surrounding him. 'But from that jaw line, he must have been quite the Stallone in build.' Peter heard Nightwing chuckle softly to his right. The caped man made no movements, and just stood there observing Spider-Man. The eyes behind the man's mask burrowing uncomfortably into his soul.

"Uh hi?" Spidey squeaked out, and his right hand flattened out and raised up into a weak wave. After calming his still thundering heart, he took in tall, dark, and silent's appearance. "Batman I presume?" Peter's voice was a bit less shaky, recognizing that this was the hero he'd seen in photos that helps protect Gotham and the world.

'Doesn't mean I still wasn't freaked out by how easily he snuck up on me...or how much more intimidating he was in real life...or that he had back-up...or that everything I read and heard about this guy meant I was probably one hundred years not prepared to take him on alone. Let's just say Batman knows how to make a first impression count. Seeing and just knowing about are two completely different things. But when you know the reputation and then see the man, you better believe it builds them up to monolithic proportions. Especially if said person is Batman. This guy has stopped Superman before, and he's like the strongest thing on the planet. So yeah you bet I was minding my P's and Q's.'

The caped crusader kept his careful distance and analytical silence.

"Umm...Well this isn't incredibly uncomfortable." Spider-Man relaxed enough to let his left arm fall, and his right to run over his masked head. His left lens raised questioningly, as he looked to Nightwing for some sort of assistance. Batman's former apprentice had the sideways smirk of someone who found this situation funny 'Dick can be a dink sometimes. Hah, you thought I was gonna say dingdong didn't you? Shame on you, this is a PG-13 story...err well I guess I should not a Disney PG-13. Cause the Disney PG-13 is like a lot nicer. You know what, no I'm gonna say it. Dick can be a dick sometimes. There take that Disney watchers. Oh Crab Apples, I went off on a tangent again, didn't I?' "You are no help Nightwing." Peter gave an annoyed look to the former boy wonder behind his mask, and then turned back around to Batman.

'You won't get anywhere like this Parker, time to be friendly.' Spider-Man mentally psyched himself up, and took a careful step toward the caped vigilante. He made sure to raise his hand up for a shake. "Let's try this again. Hi Batman, I'm Spider-Man, big fan of your work." Spidey stopped after his second careful step, when he noticed Batman hadn't moved. "Umm...I'm friendly, I swear. I mean it's in my extended title, your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man." An uncomfortable few moments of silence followed, though Spider-Man valiantly kept his hand raised.

"C'mon you gotta give me something to go on...a twitch, a nod...some..."

"Why are you here?" Batman spoke in a heavily gruff voice. Spider-Man's blank eye's actually blinked a few times, following his own surprise.

"Uh...I'm sorry, come again." Peter asked, not sure he heard the question correctly.

"Why are you here?" Batman repeated, with the same neutral voice. Spidey's hand went from in front of him to the back of his mask.

"Well...I guess you could say I was forced to moved here recently. Is something wrong with that?"

"Depends. Care to elaborate?" Batman pushed.

"Kinda. Care to be a bit nicer about asking?" Peter may have had a healthy fear and respect for the man, but that didn't mean he had the right to be pushy.

"No. I'm here to figure out whether or not you should stay, not to be you're friend. Now answer the question." Batman's eyes narrowed further, and atmosphere grew a bit colder around them. At this Peter's lenses also shrunk.

"Whether or not I should stay? Who are you to tell me what I can or can't do, the hero police?" Nightwing let out a low whistle, indicating Spider-Man had just done something shocking. Peter chose to ignore the peanut gallery, and continued his stare off with the Dark Knight. "Batman or not, I'm here, I'm helping people, so what's with the third degree? We're doing the same job aren't we?" 'There are times when my mouth fires of stuff that are worse than bad puns. Welcome to one of them.' Batman was silent for a bit.

"Are we? You show up, quite literally out of nowhere, with meta-human powers no one has seen or has affiliation with, avoid police custody, have unknown motives, and you expect us to just sit by and take you at your word?" Batman pointed out.

"I...uh..well when you put it like that of course I sound questionable. Though I bet you went through the same thing when you started fluttering around here." Spider-man shot back, throwing his arms up in the air.

"He's gotcha there." Nightwing commented with a chuckle at the pun. Spider-Man's head nodded toward him.

"Thanks Wingman." Peter smirked under his mask, and crossed his arms again. Nightwing's expression melted into very slight amusement at the nickname. "Is it that hard to believe I am trying to do the right thing here?"

"Yes." Batman stated bluntly and with no hesitation.

"Uh...oh. Really?" Peter was caught off guard by the quick answer, so much so it was hard to formulate a response.

"Yes."

"Huh...well would it help if I explained why I showed up so suddenly?" Spider-Man offered, tilting his head to the right slightly.

"It might." Batman said. 'I swear this guy only had one emotional level to his voice.'

"Alrighty then." Peter inhaled deeply. "I'm originally from New York, not your New York, but an another dimension's New York. There I'm a super hero and vigilante, who helps protect the city from bad guys alongside my world's greats. I'm a part of several hero teams including the Avengers and the Future Foundation, and work with almost any hero pretty regularly. Even though I'm mainly street level baddies, I have my share of super powered adversaries, and occasionally help stop global catastrophes. So about a week ago I was working with another hero name Scarlet Witch, who has Chaos Magic powers. Together we were going to capture a rouge mutant, but the mutant used her powers to force activate Witch's and we were sucked into some sort of portal thingie, and that's how I ended up here." Spider-man's voice was strained by the end of the quick but lengthy explanation, and he sucked in a grateful breath. 'All that talking I do is good for something at least.' He looked from a still unreadable Batman, to a perplexed looking Nightwing. After a few life giving breaths he let out a long 'Phew'. "And there you have it. Am I one of you now?" Peter had a huge goofy grin on his face behind the mask.

"Wait a minute let me get this strait, you are from another dimension?" The the Titan's leader pushed off the wall, and did a military point at Spider-Man.

"Yup." Spider-Man replied matter of factly. Nightwing turned to Batman, hoping to get his reaction.

"If it's true, that would explain your sudden appearance, and lack of knowledge." Batman, for the first time since their talk moved, it was simply to hold his chin in between his thumb and index finger, but he moved. Spider-man caught a glimpse of the costume underneath. 'I was right, Stallone-y body.'

"Hey! I take offense to that. I'm plenty smart." Peter playfully huffed. Feeling the tension break ever so slightly did wonders for his mood. Apparently neither of the Gotham raised hero's cared for his joke. 'So a step in the right direction.'

"If you've been here for a week, then where have you been staying? From your appearance somewhere that isn't the street." Batman pointed out, quickly snapping Spider-Man's mind back to the interrogation. 'Crap.' Peter was a good liar, he's been doing it for quite some time, but he wasn't sure how to spin this so that the infamous Batman, as known as Detective by some, would believe him.

"I uh...well some nice people took me in, my mild mannered self that is. 'That's right Peter, keep it general, don't reveal to much.' " He felt a phantom pain at the base of his skull. This could be very bad. His hand went to the back of his head once again, and he rubbed the area. 'This is gonna lead to more uncomfortable questions. I just know it.' His mind raced to come up with answers to possible questions.

"Do they know about you being Spider-Man?" Batman pressed.

"Yeah. I mean yes they do." Spider-Man's felt himself becoming nervous. 'At this point I still wasn't sure how much the seed on my spinal cord could let Ivy know about my actual conversations. I also didn't feel like testing it. So you could imagine the place my head was at right now. Potentially making an enemy of Batman, or dying. Hard choice.' It was obvious to Peter that Batman could read his change in demeanor. Still he needed to press forward and hope he could find a way to exit this particular conversational road.

"Well what are you planning on doing when you aren't being Spider-Man? I mean we all need a break every once in a while." Nightwing added another uncomfortable question into the mix. Yet Peter felt there was more to that, considering the side long glance he caught the younger man giving Batman.

"Well, right now I'm basically a live in housekeeper. I'll probably try to find some under the table work after a while." Thanks to a quick working brain, he created a reasonable excuse. 'It wasn't a total lie. Though it did give me two epiphany's.' After he said this something in his overheating mind clicked. He could take pictures of himself as Spider-Man again. He could get paid out of pocket for the photos. 'There's one.' As soon as that idea popped up it was squashed though. Because of what Batman said he'd be looking for something so obvious. 'And there's two. I never said they were both good epiphany's.' He was mentally kicking his own ass, before being interrupted by Batman.

"Your story is hard to believe and convenient, and you are obviously hiding something from us. 'Gulp'" The Dark Knight started. "Give me one good reason to trust you, and not take you in until your story can be verified." Spider-Man visibly tensed up, and his fists began to clench, till he forced them to stop. There was a dull throb coming from his Spider-Sense. That means Batman was dead serious about his threat. It didn't help that Nightwing had moved from his spot to the left edge of his peripherals.

"I..." He focused solely on Batman, locking his blank shrunk lenses to the Caped Crusader's unblinking eyes. A pregnant silence followed, as he was acutely aware of the fact he was being strategically surrounded. Finally Peter let out the defeated breath he was holding. "You know what, I got nothing. I'm pretty sure, short of my secret identity, I have nothing I can give you. And trust me, Batman or not, you aren't getting that until I feel you are trustworthy." Spider-Man spoke defiantly, emphasizing the last three words, and pointed his right upturned index finger at him. "So the way I see it, we have a few options left to us. You can choose to believe me, and we can part this roof as fellow do-gooders. Eventually getting to know each other, and becoming buddies. Or, we duke it out right here and now, and from this point on we play bat and spider every time we meet. Let me just tell you this, I'm no Black Widow, I'm a Goliath Spider. Just ask the knocked out Croc back there." 'Okay that last part probably came off a bit less like a threat, and more like a science lecture. Still, it adequately described the threat I was portraying. I'm pretty sure if he didn't get it he went home and looked it up. I like to think he was sitting in his chair, sipping on a cup of coffee, looking at his laptop, and then spitting out said coffee once he saw a video of a huge ass spider webbing and eating a bat. It keeps me warm at night.'

Peter heard the movement out of his peripheral stop. 'Super senses remember. But in his defense it was pretty quite on that rooftop.' Nightwing must have been surprised at the blatant challenge to former teacher. Batman continued their heated staring contest for a tense, and incredibly long thirty seconds. Spider-Man made sure his body was coiled in all the right places, as his six sense continued to warn him dully. Then his Spider-Sense stopped tingling, and he saw Batman blink. 'HE BLINKS!'

"I'll be keeping a close eye on you Spider-Man." The dark hero turned around, his cape epicly flowing around him, and started toward the other end of the roof. Peter couldn't believe he wasn't duking it out right now. Batman had just let him go with a warning. He couldn't help but watch him leave, until he shot a line from a gun, and swung away. 'How did he make that look so much more bad ass than when I do it?' Peter questioned mentally. 'Then again I'm pretty sure everything Batman does classifies as bad ass.'

"Well what do ya know." The voice followed a hand clap on his left shoulder, and all but cause Spider-Man a heart attack. His whole body flinched hard, and his lenses opened as wide as they could go.

"GAH!" Spidey let out a loud just shy of manly shout. He'd been in such a stupor about Batman's actions, that he forgot Nightwing was out of sight. His right hand shot to his heart, and he was breathing rapidly. "Stop doing that!" Peter growled after he slowed his heart beat.

"Sorry, sorry man." Nightwing had that smug smirk on again when Spidey finally turned to look at him. Grayson had his hands up in peaceful surrender, but he was still chuckling. 'It was because of this particular meeting that the Birds ended up doing this to me constantly. I said it before Dick is a dick. At least I know Batman doesn't do it on purpose, he's to serious to do it. At least I hope.'

"Right...Now what were you saying Wingman?" Spider-Man retorted, making Nightwing lose some of that smirk. 'That's right two can play this game. I do through my cute or funny nicknames and bad puns, they do by shaving years off of my life. I think it's fair.'

"I was saying you've managed to convince Batman to let you keep crime fighting here." Nightwing said genuinely impressed.

"Thanks, still I feel there is a 'but' in there." Spidey took another glance at the other end of the shadowy roof.

"Yeah and it's a pretty big but..."

"Heh heh, you said big but." Spider-Man couldn't help it. 'Serious conversation meet window, and out ya go.'

"You're just gonna be a treat to work with aren't ya?" Nightwing said flatly.

"I'm actually told I'm quite annoying once you get to know me." The lines of his huge grin could be seen even from under his mask.

"Great..." The black suited man deadpanned while rolling his eyes.

'Despite our colorful back and forth, Dick is an okay guy. We get along plenty well, and he was my first hero buddy in this world. Grant it he isn't around much, his duties with the Titans keeps him away a lot. Apparently he was asked by Batman to come back to Gotham and 'assist' him in 'meeting' me. He told me that they lucked out when Croc's appearance brought me out. They had been watching my fight from a distance, arriving shortly before I did. He said they were tipped off I was on my way through the police scanner and decided to wait, thank you Detective McKenna. I wanted to chew them out for putting others in danger, even if it was just for a few minutes while they waited. He said they would have jumped in in a moments notice if anything got out of control.'

'We chatted as we patrolled together. It was nice to get to know someone on the right side of the law. By the time we separated, he said he'd introduce me to the Birds the next time he was in town. Provided, of course, I hadn't already met them by that point. I think Nightwing believed my reason for being there, and wanted to help me by letting me get to know the hero community at large.'

'So I guess a bit of background is in order. Though I bet most of you know him by now, Batman is Gotham City's original protector. He's the serious type, and takes dark and mysterious to a whole new level. His origin is similar to mine, but fundamentally different at the same time. His parents were killed in a random mugging accident when he was a kid. After some time he vowed to end crime in Gotham, and it just escalated from there. The main differences in our stories are that I had my powers when I failed my Uncle Ben, Batman grew into his. I'm also told he grew up in a darker place than I had. These small but grand differences molded us into who we are today.'

'I still don't know who he is outside of the cowl, he's been very careful about that. Even though I'm in the League and pretty much everyone there knows Peter Parker now, he's made it a point to them that I am not to know who he is. Can't blame him, I'd still have my identity mostly secret if not for the incident. Anyway, he is one of the founders of the Justice League, and an all around badass. He's pretty easy to work with as long as you don't get in his way. He's a normy, as I've mentioned before, but his incredible array of gadgets and amazing ingenuity make him extremely dangerous. I think he's a big softy on the inside and just needs a hug.'

'Onto Dick Grayson aka Nightwing aka Wingman. Dick was Batman's original apprentice Robin, and was trained alongside Barbara, when she was taken in. Dick's personality contrasts greatly from his mentor. He's much more open, cocky, and talkative. Some of the Dark Knight has rubbed off on him though, since he can scowl with the best of them. He's been in the game almost as long as I have, considering he started at about the same age. He's still younger than me by a few years though. After a falling out with Batman he joined up with the Teen Titans, who aren't teens anymore. They don't like when you use Teen in reference to them anymore, but aren't mean about it unless you keep using it...like I do. Anyways, he recreated his persona into Nightwing, as a sort of breakaway from his old life and hero career. Apparently he was in love with the pretty alien princess lady Kori or Starfire at one point, but that didn't work out. Now he and Barbara have a floating relationship, hoping it'll go somewhere.'

'Alright that's done, so lets get back to it.'

-A Few Hours Later-

"...Scarecrow, The Riddler, Black Mask, and the Sirens. That about sums up the really heavy hitters you should probably familiarize yourself if you plan on staying." Nightwing had just finished up giving a rather long list of potential bad guys Spider-Man might meet while crime fighting in Gotham. The two were hanging out on a roof ledge.

"The Riddler? Really?" Spider-Man said his lenses quirked in questioning.

"Guy's smart and crafty, don't let the lame name fool you." 'Now I heard the Joker's name come up in that list, but I was smart enough not to bring up my confrontation with the dude. I'd rather not have to explain why I saved Harley and Ivy, and am still around.' Dick pointed out, and Peter just nodded in agreement. Some of the least clever titles, hold the most interesting and dangerous texts.

"Gotcha." Spidey looked up from his crouch, and checked the large clock on a building's scrawl near them. It was getting late, and despite not having a life right now, Peter figured it was time to retire for the night. He stood up and stretched his body, feeling some relaxing pops. "Well Nightwing, it was a time and a half, but I think this patrol is done with."

"Yeah I need to be getting out of dodge myself. Sorry for the fifth degree earlier Spidey." Nightwing turned to Spider-Man and held out a hand. Peter gladly took it and shook his hand.

"No worries, but next time you should play the bad cop. I wasn't quite feeling Batman's commitment to the role, you know?" Dick couldn't help a bark of laughter at that one. They let their hands fall apart, and Nightwing pulled out a grappling gun from his utility belt.

"Yeah, I'll tell him to keep watching those cop dramas. Alright Spider-Man, I'm trusting the city in your care. Catch ya later." The gas powered gun launched a line to the next building, and just before he was about to jump, the red and blue vigilante called out to him.

"I'll do my best, but could you maybe do something for me?" Peter's voice turned slightly serious but hesitant.

"Depends, but shoot."

"Could you maybe ask Batman and his friends to keep an ear to the ground for a woman named Wanda Maximoff? She's the Scarlet Witch, and the one who's powers brought me here. She was dragged into the portal too, and I don't have the connections to start a search. Please it would mean a lot to me." Spider-Man's hand was on the back of his head again, but Nightwing just gave him a smile.

"Sure. Hopefully we'll be able to find her, and that she'll be okay. Description?" Peter gave him the best description he could, and a brief rundown of her powers.

"Thanks Wingman. I really appreciate it." Spider-Man eventually said, receiving a nod from his companion.

"No prob. Alright I'll see you around." He gave a one handed wave, before he jumped off the roof, and away into the night.

"See ya." Spidey waved him off, and then took a careful scan around the area. 'What I was quite paranoid about Batman's warning.' A few minutes later he was swinging back toward the loft. When he got within a block of his home, he found a dark area, and changed his suit into his Tenebrae color. He snuck the rest of the way, and entered the loft from the roof access. Upon exiting the access, he came face to face with Poison Ivy.

She halted in place a few feet from Peter as he opened the door. Her expression was annoyance wrapped in disdain. He pulled off his mask, and gave her an apologetic smile.

"Sorry about that. I was trying to be quiet I swear." He said softly.

"I don't care arachnid, now move." She was obviously agitated more than normal about something. And Peter being the kind 'Stupid.' soul he was just had to ask.

"Right. Sorry." He quickly moved, shutting the door, and stepping to the wall. "Umm, I know I'm probably gonna get hurt for asking, but are you okay? You seem a bit miffed." He asked carefully. Pamela stopped mid stride past Peter, and whipped her head toward him. Her eyes held a fury in them he hadn't seen yet. In a movement he didn't expect Ivy pushed her right palm against his chest, and slammed him back into the wall. Her left hand came up and her sharp nailed finger pointed upturned at him. "I don't need your fake sympathy, and I don't appreciate you pretending to care about me." Her fingers clenched against his suit, digging slightly into the material. "Unless you want to be a twitching dead mass on the floor, leave me alone." Pam pushed him harshly again, and then let her hand fall. Peter watched her in stunned silence until she was just about to the Garden of Eden's door.

"Wait." His voice died a bit, when she froze, he hand on the door handle. Her left hand began to grip at the air. "Just wait a second okay. Before you drop me, I have some news." He mustered as much courage in into his wavering voice as he could. 'Blossom was spitting fire, and I'm pretty sure I was just adding to it being all defiant. But that doesn't mean I wasn't going to try and be a concerned roommate. Over the last week, I haven't had much time with her, and most of that was her instruction on Tenebrae's personality and role. Something I noticed thought was when Selina was around, her already grumpy mood soured like milk next to a heater. I wanted her to talk to me, but obviously that would only end poorly right now. So I decided to go a different route.'

"I just wanted to let you know I met Batman tonight. He's letting me continue hero-ing here on a more or less probationary watch. I thought you'd like to know that Spider-Man is on the cape's radar now." Peter explained. Ivy's shoulder's relaxed slightly, and her eyes came around over her shoulder to look back at her thrall.

"I knew that already. Remember, my child is always with you. Just don't screw it up." She warned and opened the door the the Garden, closing it quickly.

"Good night." Parker said timidly just before the door shut tight.

'Well that went well. Quite the difference from how she acted today isn't it. I think I figured out why she kissed me, she was just thanking me for saving her and Harley. At least that's the most reasonable conclusion. A part of me hopes that it means something more, but that part is usually tied into my Parker Luck. A spider does like to hope though.'

'Anyways, I guess that's a good place to stop. Even if it's a half day tomorrow I have to deal with teenagers, and that is always stressful. So you've probably guessed by now but I did find a job. I'm a substitute science teacher at a local high school. That itself doesn't pay all the bills though, I'm actually employed full time as Dr. Pamela Isley's assistant at S.T.A.R. Labs Gotham City branch. How that came about is another story for another time. To bed I go. Night all.'

A/N: And chapter four comes to a conclusion. So first things first, I'm not to sure about this chapter. It started off so great, and I felt that it kinda petered out near the end. The Batman meeting was set up a bit different than what I had in my head, but I wanted to get across that he knows Spider-Man is doing good, but isn't quite sure about his motives. So he just wanted to confront him and make it known someone is watching. Okay so I have the poll results tallied, and it looks like a good 66% of you want to see a Harley's Diary companion if I do one. I believe I can do that. The Diary chapters will be much shorter, as they are just entries, but I'll keep them up with the story itself. They'll even have some explanations for unexplained actions in PP&H. Expect the first entry of Harley's Diary to come out before the next chapter of PP&H. I hope I fixed the time jumps. Alrighty then everybody. Thank you for reading, and please send me your thoughts, I always appreciate them, good or bad. R&R my friends. Til next time.

A-BOMBLIKEABOSS: Again, I doubt he'll be added to the story, but I do plan on having a time travel story in here somewhere.

tylerbamafan34: Yeah she's quite the tease. I hope I fixed the time changes for you. Thanks for reading.

Never-End66: Thank you. It'll be interesting to see how the baddies of Gotham deal with a resident super-powered hero for a change. I hope the Batman confrontation wasn't to bad.

The Raggle Fraggle: Me either, but hey he's not just a cat guy at least, lol. Thank you for being patient with me and my updates, I really appreciate it.

Spidey Legend: Like I said in my A/N I'm not quite sure how I feel about the meet and greet with Bats. I really hope it was semi believable. If not at least we'll see who's the better fighter soon. Oops, spoiler alert. As for Wanda, she'll be back, I can't say when but she will.

viftech: No more waiting. And thank you kindly for your compliment. I hope to not disappoint.

ST3VETH3PIRATE: Thank you for your words of encouragement. I hope to have kept the trend up in this chapter. But if I could have done it better please dont be afraid to tell me. Thanks for reading.

Bigby the Big Bad Wolf: Oh ho, we have a rather time sensitive question right here. Without revealing to much, I have thought on these very questions. I hope this chapter has shown a tiny bit of something in answering it. However I want you to know if the story goes like I want it, these will be answered in time.

koryandrs: That I am, and I added a few more in this chapter. Trust me though I'm far from through.

GumGumOnigiri: Maybe, but that's a big roster of angels to appease. And here's me keeping it up.

FrivolousThoughts: Yo Friv! Thank you for the compliment, even though we've already chatted about it over PMs. Yeah, I'm in that large pool of people who aren't to happy with Superior, so I hope to circumvent that whole debacle with this story. I like subtlety especially when I get it right. Glad you enjoyed it. Here is the meeting you have been waiting for. Hopefully it was good.

DarkDevilKnight: He handles him in hopefully a Spidey way. How do you think I did? Deathstroke...that may be interesting, I'll have to see where that may lead in my head. And no worries Wanda isn't lost in limbo, I would never do that to her. And continued.

Guest 1: You did? Phew good, I was worried there for a sec.

Harbinger Of Kaos: Well I hope you stay with us, but if not, thanks for staying with us as long as you did.

MASTER-OF-SUPRISE: Wait no further, and thank you.

Mayhem296: Okay. -Wiggles

Coppa-Cola: Glad to have caught your curiosity, but even better now I got your attention.

IQvibe: OH NO! Someone get this person an update stat!

The Deserter: I checked into this, yes he could, but that was during the Spider-Island thing when the Queen enhanced his powers. However Peter's back to the old ten now.

Selias: Fourth Arc. We are currently in the first arc, Fourth arc will be a while, but I hope the ride there will be good.

TheWickedTruth89: Wait no longer, and thank you kindly.

HaywireEagle: No more waiting...at least until the next chapter lol.

lostsoldierS636: Who says he's going home? *Grins* As for the thing only time will tell.

Nyx811: Updated