Just a Quick Interim
Spider-Man was back up at the Watchtower with the rest of the Young Justice team, and this time they were paying him strict attention; there was no way that they were going to forget their new young teammate this time!
'Nightwing B-01.' Sounded out from the Zetatube.
"Birdseed Brains!" Spider-Man greeted as he made his way to his side-kick of the Wednesday prior. "You never call, you never write….!"
"You haven't trained…" Nightwing stated drolly.
"Nha-Uh. Wonder Woman kicked my butt across the training mat just this morning and Doctor Fate slammed me through some simulated walls late last night!" Spider-Man declared.
"Oh, you mean you can still be taught?" Nightwing mocked.
"Dude, I go to school every day; of course I can still be taught." Spider-Man bantered back. "Same can't be said for you though…"
"Okay kid; now you're going to be taught old-school. No Powers."
What Nightwing didn't know, was that Spider-Man/Double Parker had just had another past/meditating session with Doctor Fate (After the training/butt-kicking lesson, so he had been physically exhausted, after the session- he'd been mentally exhausted and fell asleep sitting-up on the training mat in the training room… Steve had had a field day with that.) and he'd recovered another part of his past with the Avengers. Specifically, all his training sessions with The non-powered Avengers, minus Tony Stark/Iron-Man (he was not a fighter, by most stretches of the word- he was a tech-lover/entrepreneur) and Bruce Banner…
"Okay, but if I lose I get Brownies, and if you lose we get Oreos, and if it's a tie then there's Ice-Cream for everyone."
There was a mild cheer in the background from the New Kid Flash. Spider-Man bowed in his direction.
"Really?" Nightwing questioned him as they squared off. "It doesn't sound like there's a loss anywhere in there."
"I'm an equal opportunity kind of guy…! By the way Birdseed-Brains, if I can't use my powers, then you can't use weapons of any sort on your person or in this room!"
"Oh! He CAN be taught!" Nightwing conceded with a nod as he dashed to engage his sparring partner.
"I am ever impressive!" Spider-Man said with a phony German accent mimicking a body-builder's moves, as he dodged a backhanded punch from Nightwing.
Batman entered the training area and observed his former partner take on the rookie in a sparring exercise. Somehow, this rookie knew things that only seasoned heroes/fighters/vigilantes knew how to do. Spider-Man bore looking in on; but he had to get around Diana and Steve to do it.
Both sparring partners were incredibly acrobatic, so the fight was pretty fair, until Spider-Man remembered a move that Black Widow had taught him in his former life, allowing him to get the drop on Nightwing.
Who, unable to get free, tapped out. Once he regained his breath, he swore under it at the mild glare he got from Batman. More training was in his future if he couldn't get out of a move like the one Spidey just pulled on him.
"Who taught you that move?" Was the New Kid Flash's question; and if he was asking it, then Spidey's move was Definitely something not seen here.
Spidey shrugged and decided to stick to the vague truth. "A Former Covert Assassin taught me."
"Who was it?!" Tigress demanded of him, causing him to back up from the hostile waves he was sensing, she wasn't to be messed with; she reminded him of a pissed-off Jessica Jones.
"Oh, yeah- I forgot your sister…!" Spider-Man laughed weakly. "Nope, not her! Don't worry, the FCA who taught me Won't be teaching anyone else." Not here… Spider-Man added in his head, somewhat addressing Batman as he did so. Seriously! The guy set off his Spider-sense whenever he was around! What was With That!?
Red Tornado entered the room with a nod to Batman and approached the Young Justice and other heroes' group; "Spider-Man, you are requested to return to your domicile."
Spider-Man cocked his head to the side, "Domicile?" He looked closer at the metal-man. "Can I get a Bum-Bum-Bum?"
"Of course!" Red Tornado complied and from nowhere came the orchestral sounds Spider-Man had imitated.
"Ah-ha." Spidey turned for a moment and formed something in his hands before he handed it over to Red Tornado. "Take this and say the three same words that a judge does to calm a court room."
"Like, That is Difficult?" Red Tornado mocked him; the members and associates of Young Justice looked on closely; this was un-Red Tornado-like.
"Order! Order! Or- You childish little insect!" Red Tornado became Klarion the Witch-Boy. The now, moderately angry Witch-Boy. "You will regret that!"
"Could I send you a Hallmark Card?"
"Gah!" Klarion yelled as Chaos-Magic formed around his fingers. "You're going to pay! Do you know what I'm going to do?"
"Go to Universal Studios to try out the newest Harry Potter theme-park?" Nightwing suggested, unhelpfully.
"This is bad, isn't it?" Kid Flash asked.
"Si, hermano… No Bueno." Blue Beetle confirmed.
A flash of red-black light and neither Nightwing, nor Spider-Man were to be seen.
End Interim-Chapter!