Peter launched himself using any tall structure he can find. Moving faster flinging himself forward, being more reckless with each web. Getting closer to New York Peter realised he was running out of swinging room. With no other option, he leaps from building too building. Frantically consoling himself 'so I left him behind, right? He didn't seem to have any powers. There's no way he can… follow.' His thoughts slowed to a crawl 'Huh.'
Batman was pursuing him. Somehow Peters heart beated faster. Otherwise he didn't show any other signs of stress. Batman was showing an incredible level of skill. Using shortcuts that showed a full understanding of the cities layout. He used a grapple gun as transport in a similar way to Peter's webs. His parkour was on par to Peters, combined with this homefield advantage, Batman gradually catches up to Peter.
'So, he managed to get out of my webs, he really is prepared for anything. That means he's learnt his territory's layout. Damn. This got difficult fast.' Peter pushed his limits. He gained speed, leapt further while figuring out his next move on his feet. Peters good at thinking on his feet. He's runs on instinct anyway. Peter never had any training, didn't have any spare time, he gained his powers then all hell broke loose and he's not slowed down since. This speed slowly began to take its toll, his luck could only last so long. He tripped on edges, missed jumps and had to save himself mid-air multiple times. His full concentration was to escape the presence behind him, leaving no room to fully observe his surroundings. If he had spared a second to look he surely would have seen another figure passing by bellow.
Unknown to peter he was being directed towards the second heartbeat now positioned ahead. Batman's accomplice was forgotten in the chase, well forgotten by Peter. Unidentified at the time this was Robin, the Bat's youngest partner. He surpassed the chase on bike under spider-man's detection. Crouching hidden in the shadows of a billboard, the figure shot a small tracer onto peters suit and promptly disappeared. The boy conforming the hit over the comms, as he did so.
Peter ran on, recognising the warning bells in his head, but thinking it was for the bat behind him. Not willing to stop before reaching Gotham's boarders, he was paying little attention to the man behind him. The used this time to overtake Peter. Surprising peter, Batman kicked his side over peter's perpetually injured ribs. Forcing him to alter his course, making him crash land on one of New York's roof tops. Peters breath was forcibly removed from his lungs.
'He's avoided my hearing, sight and even my Spidey sense. Who the hell is this guy?' The bat spoke one last time 'he's answering my question!'
"Stay out of Gotham. Next time it won't be a warning".
'Nope, said that in my head' And as if he was never there at all, he disappeared from view. Peter sighed "well that was embarrassing got chased out of town before I'd even found a place."
Checking over his injuries Peter was relieved to find his ribs were only bruised not broken. 'so, I'm good for patrol then' Brushing off the encounter. He heads out for a quick patrol of New York's criminal highlights. As it was a slow night Peter returned to his safe house with only a small cut from a pocket knife he missed. Peter was on the lookout the whole night, still panicked. There was no sign of anyone following him, though he was starting to doubt his skills. None the less no S.H.I.E.L.D, no Avengers. Making that for once a good patrol.
'My luck must be turning. My healing factor will fix it the cut by tomorrow, there's no problem there.' Peter climbed up the outside of the building to enter the blocked off room at one of the higher levels. Unlatching the window, Peter slipped into the room. The space had four white washed walls, all covered with pealing wall paper now stained a dirty cream colour. There's only one window, small, but luckily for Peter he's lean and can fit through it. The staircase fell away months, if not years ago leaving the upper room inaccessible to most people. Most people just happened to exclude Peter. Just in case though he keeps the door locked. This prevents any wanderers. The window was the only entrance or exit. Perfect for Peters needs.
He crashed down onto the mattress. It was lumpy, broken and revolting but still better than the floor. Only having half, a cereal bar for dinner, he ate it in three bites. He hid his suit in a small compartment in the wall of his safe house. Peter had installed them in each location he's lived at for this purpose. As much as his Spidey sense came in handy with waking him up. Having it secure while he slept was a high priority. He didn't want anyone to find his suit, or to find a sleeping superhero. There was still the issue of no other safe houses should this become compromised. Peter debated what to do.
'I can't leave myself in this position, but there's nowhere left in New York. And the Bat seemed to mean that threat. Going back into Gotham so soon is not a good idea.' Peter hummed to himself while pacing on the ceiling. Hoping the blood rushing to his head will give him an idea. 'Batman is said to be nocturnal, right? So, if I go back during the day I can find a place without being caught or chased out of town. I'm just lucky he didn't try to arrest me on the stop. I can go check it out after work.' Still hungry, that cereal bar just increasing his hunger rather than quenching it. Peter fell asleep for the night feeling more optimistic with a plan.