So who here is a Batman fan?
Who here is a spider-man fan?
Who here wants to read them together?
Well too bad! You're not getting everything you wanted here, but you are getting a story so there's that. And of course, if I own any of these characters, I would actually look to you know, give them happiness they deserve.
I: Not what it used to be
Chapter 1: Two of them
October 9th
Drip drop, drizzle pour down over Gotham. It was late, late enough for some people to be about the streets, but also most to stay indoors to sleep for tomorrow to come abroad. Yet there were those who can't always go to sleep; such as Gotham's finest.
A woman approaches the stairs of the apartment building with an officer near her. Moving up together, She didn't wear the usual uniform that a Gotham police would wear; brown coat, white shirt underneath with blue tie, jeans, boots on, and a green British cap she wore on the top of her head, "What we got Martin?" She asked.
"Better if I show you commissioner," he simply said, one that got her eyebrow quirk at how quick and shaky his voice was.
'Must be one of those murders,' the commissioner thought darkly. Gotham always had something bad going on, one that others can't alway see or be there to stop. Its why even till this day, its a city that is terrible to live in. There were two police officers guarding a particular door in the middle of the hallway, one was wiping his mouth with a napkin with an uncomfortable look on his face.
Like he saw something terrible that eroded his stomach to vomit.
Once they reached it, Martin open the door, "...Fuck."
The first thing that was bad was indeed the smell, both officers covered their nose before the commissioner opened the window in the kitchen. The second was dead bodies, one lying on the floor near the entrance, two laying flatly on the chair near the table, one head jerked back on the chair, and the other having half of his body slump on the table, and finally another being hanged on top of a wooden ceiling fan. The commissioner also had a glimpse of two more dead in a bedroom, both were a man and women, half clothes on, and looked to be less grotesque in their murder.
What she took from all this bloodlust of a murder scene, that it wasn't an ordinary killing, "And this all just happened Martin?"
"Y-yeah," he closes the door behind him, smart to not attract more attention than they already have, "A 911 call rang out saying a disturbance was going on. We checked it, even asked around the neighbors who bothered to answer. They all pointed to here, but it went quiet for sometime, and once we were able to unlock the door.." his eyes diverge from the captain, already knowing what happens next.
She looked around, scratching behind her brown hair. She noticed the one hanging from the fan was hacked to death on the back of his head, partially seeing the pinkness of his brain before being hanged. The two on the chair were oddly near each other, but they couldn't have been sitting there if the murderer was out right trying to kill them. Noticing both of how one body had its neck exposed, hand chomp off, and the other had both his ears hacked off, eyes plunge with a needle, it all looked to be so aggressive, like a vendetta of sort, 'Almost like who ever killed them, they didn't stand a chance.'
He heard Martin gasp, pulling out his gun right at the window by the bedroom, and she knew who it was, "Beat us to it?" The Commissioner curiously asked.
The figure nodded; it was clearly a woman under the costume she wore, what with her figure exemplifying it. Like the symbol on her deep ebony costume, her mask was related to a bat, cowl being metallic while covering just about everything, her arms wore gauntlet that had razor sharp edges by her elbows, the only ounce of color was her yellow utility belt and the edges of the bat symbol on her chest, "Give us the room Martin. I want you and the rest to keep watch outside. No one leaves the premises," commissioner orders.
"Don't need to tell us twice commissioner Dewolff," he opened and closed the door behind him.
And so the bat and Dewolff had the room. Dewolff shook her head as again look around the crime scene, "Fuck. Another one, this time larger."
"Brutal as the last," the bat commented, walking near the commissioner, observing the scene once again with her arms crossed, "These are known criminals. Only the women seemed.. To be clean."
Kneeling on the ground by the entrance, Dewolff noticed a tattoo of sorts that had the Russian flag by their broken leg, "Soviet Union type, KGbeast, most likely the hammer crew.. I thought they were long gone," she stood back up, "Could this murderer be a wannabe red hood since most of his killings are criminal base?"
The bat shrugs, "Could be. Could be not. Dangerous all the same," she mentions short but to the point.
Dewolff rubbed under her chin, little clueless as to where this could point to the killer, but also curious about something else,"True… Where's your partner at anyhow? I know he's good with the science aspect to this stuff. Maybe he can get a few more clues we're missing before I report it in."
"Handling something up north. Otisburg, near botanical…Garden . Could… be Tombstone related."
"I thought he moved out of Gotham?" her hands were placed by her waist while her eyebrow quivered, "Wanting a clean slate from all the shit he's been through."
Again, the bat shrugs, "Evidence points to him. So far."
"I'll make sure to give my guys the head's up. I can give you more time to do some investigative work, but.."
She tilted her head, "But?"
Dewolff let out a small sigh, looking directly at the bat. If she hadn't been working with her for years the whole bat costume including those pitch blackness by her eyelids would make her just as uncomfortable as the murder itself, "GCPD has been having my ass with how much you and the spider I keep letting around on the crime scene."
"Cause Gordon retired?" She brought up, curious if that was the real problem at hand.
Dewolff nodded, "Without Gordon to back you guys up it complicates things. I don't have as much leeway as he does since I only got promoted a year ago. I like you guys, but I'm not Gordon to keep GCPD off you guys as a good portion of them don't really like vigilante's. They still feel useless with how much you all have helped this city."
A small grunt or groan can be heard from the bat, "Idiotic. We work together. Ego should be set aside."
"God damn right. Have you found anything of interest to bag this guy?"
The bat shook his head, "No. All bodies so far had family. They're alive. Away from Gotham," the bat pointed to each and everyone's pocket. Dewolf made sure to dig in their pockets, wallet's, anything of value to check their family members.
Dewolf frowned when putting the photos on the table, "Don't recognize them, not even sure we have any of them on protection watch. Possibly they keep them away from business?"
"Possibly. Notice the date?"
Dewolf checked her phone, it was the 9th of October, "Columbus day. The last two murders were on holidays," her eyes slightly widened when turning to the bat, "Can't be Julian doing this? He's in blackgate."
"Someone who aspires to be him?" She counters with another question in mind.
"Could rule that one out," Dewolff sighed, the night already is getting to her and she could use a cigarette, "Captain Stacy used to be on a case similar to this, he always says that case was a rather long halloween."
"We'll get them. We always do," the bat said hopefully, also clapping her hand on her shoulder.
"The difference is, it's just you and the spider. No robin, no other batgirl or batwoman, no nightwing nor that gung ho red hood would show up to help, and not even batman. This is different from the other times because you... We," she corrected, "Had more to rely on."
The bat for a moment looked away, hearing the sirens from the distance meaning she was needed. She moved towards the window, about to leap off from it when she looked back at the commissioner, "All the same. Justice will prevail."
The bat leapt from the window, onto the next crime that she hopefully could prevent from becoming worse.
In a different part of Gotham, one that holds a place underneath a simple 99 cent store that has any cheap utilities a person wants. A dozen or so people, armed with guns, clad in either a business black and white suit, or a militarized suit equipped with a helmet, all monitoring someone who's chained up to a chair, "Fold," came from a woman who is playing cards with her partners.
"Bullshit."
"No fucking way."
"All mine," she said with glee, as she took each and every money they bet on.
"How long do we have to keep watch of her?" one of the players asked, pointing out the women who are both unconscious and kept on a tight watch by groups of people.
"Till iceman comes to the kingpin terms. And even then, we got him watching our backs," the person near him gestured to an individual who sat near the woman chained up to the chair. The individual was a man beneath the mask and suit, part of his skin was shown and it was tatted up in third degree burn from both side of the head and shoulders that were exposed, he had what seem like machinery that resemble wings attach to his back, and in his hand was weapon he tinker that he tested it out, letting flames lighten up the place, and give him a giggle at the sight of it.
"That guy…Always creeps me out," the winner of the game whispered, "Heard he used to be some hotshot that developed movies and got burned in one of the productions."
One of them snorted, lighting up a joint of weed he just finished folding up, "Not from what I heard; he burned himself because he likes fire too much."
"Isn't that one of the flash villains?"
"Don't know," he passed the blunt to her when finished taking his share. She took it inhaling just enough to start feeling the buzz, "And we shouldn't care. So long as we get paid, the world is moving."
"Is it even right to smoke that? What if something happens and we're too high to even use our guns?" Another player both asked and pointed out the possible circumstances.
Two other players looked at each other, looked at the weed, then crackled, "Just smoke the shit," he both eyed and groaned, muttering a curse word then taking the blunt from her, "Stressing out for what? We've been here for a good few days and I think we can go on a little more."
That's when the lights started flickering, everyone took notice before the lights went back to normal, "...Maybe it's nothing?"
"Oh no… It's something," the third degree burned villain said in a growling, booming tone through his mask. Its almost like he's constantly in pain and gasping for a bit of air even when he isn't talking, "Just gotta wait for it," his fingers went up, head tilting till the sound of bullets being shot at from upper level can be heard, "Guess they're here," he stood up, flamethrower at the ready, "ENOUGH FUCKING AROUND! EXPECT MORE THEN THE ICEMAN," everyone was at the ready, gun ready, amount of room to get some cover, some arming the door with bomb's at the ready, and also adding trip mines, "TAKE ALL ACCOUNT FOR THE BAT AND THE SPIDER!" Some also had rocket launchers and it was a good thing they had a good enough space, like a construction area mixed into a garage, "IF WE FAILED, WE DON'T GET PAID."
"Got ya firefly!"
"On the double!"
"Bombs armed and ready to go!"
The gambler players were on the move, setting up their guns, "I told you. Fuck, I'm too high to even shoot!"
The women giggle, "Well then, you're a dead weight."
"Could've said no," the guy finished off the weed before putting it out, "Too late to back out."
"Ah fuck!"
"Also!" Firefly tapped the side of his helmet, "Turn off the lights. They want to use darkness, then we will too."
And so they did, just about everyone had their night goggles on and they all waited for whoever was to come. At the moment, guns were still firing, screams were being heard, some tensing up others, some waiting for inevitable with the fingers pressing gently on their trigger.
But firefly was a different breed, standing right by the women, waiting and waiting, "Come on. Come on…" He whispers to himself, egging for the action to start so he can burn someone to crisp.
And then the gun's stopped firing, the various screams started hollering out, and the elevator can be heard coming down to the lower level. More shots were fired, and another sound could be heard, the sound of heavy boots walking amongst the screams, and the sound of something freezing at the coldest temperature.
It stopped right at the door, with everyone having their guns and weapons pointing directly at the double doors. What no one noticed was a little robot spider surveying the area, crawling on the walls, using a mechanical web-like line to move about the room, but what people noticed was a little ball entering the room thanks to the drone.
Immediately it imploded, freezing every trip, mines and bombs that were supposed to blow up the entrance. Instead now, the double doors were frozen and broken apart, smoke covered the entrance room, and the only thing anyone could see was a tall figure with red goggles illuminating through the smoke, "FIRE!"
Every gun was fired, it did nothing but only made the figure watch on from the fruitless attempts to kill him. It was a man clad in a sort of cryo suit that kept his own head blue, resembling to being ice cold. The head was covered by a see-through helmet that not even the bullets made much of a dent, "Give me back. MY WIFE!" He focused on the ones who had rocket launchers, using a two hand weaponize gun that ended up repulsing out a gust of cold that froze both man and women from targeting him.
"NOT A CHANCE FREEZE!" Firefly shouted with glee as he took flight with his mechanical wings, he would aim his flamethrower at Freeze, firing just as freeze did.
It was harder for Freeze to motion his body around because of the suit, it gave firefly the edge seeing as he moved right around Freeze when using his flamethrower. It caused Freeze to go off balance, "YOUR A FOOL TO BE ON YOUR OWN FREEZE!" He looked to some of his crew who were stumbling and moving to resupply themselves, "PICK UP A GODDAMN ROCKET LAUNCHER AND BLOW HIM UP!" He shouted to anyone who had any sense to pick up what firefly was doing.
But before anyone could do anything, two, three balls went into the area, blowing up encompassing a group of people in webs. Firefly noticed, "Shit!" He flew around the area, stopping his assault on freeze, "COME OUT SPIDER!" He also noticed that the woman was no longer locked up, making him increasingly frustrated.
Freeze made sure to take advantage of anyone else who wasn't webbed up, freezing them and knocking them unconscious with the usage of his gun. Firefly couldn't focus on the hostage he had, he had to focus on what he can see, which was Freeze, "YAHHH!" He flew to Freeze, firing a flamethrower just as he blocked it with his arm.
Tanking it and jogging to a nearby wall to avoid more firefly assault, Freeze turned the dial of his gun to change how it would shoot. Instead of a gust of air being frozen, it ended up acting like an actual firearm, shooting out sharp ice's at fireflies. He maneuvered the area, while open, isn't the best place to be situated in flight mode. And what he saw next, gave him more glee; through his night vision, he saw a figure moving fast into taking out each of the henchmen, like a speed demon moving in the dark with grace of an arachnid, "SPIDER!"
The spider; clad in a red and black upper vest suit, black jeans, and boots to go with unique fit, turned around and waved, "Firefly! When did you get back into town?!" He genuinely asked, avoiding him with a flip that he easily landed on top of him, "Thought you were living up in another prison far, far away!"
Firefly couldn't answer, with how strong the spider-man was, he quite easily ripped the engines out of his wings, sending him flying to a nearby wall and impacting it. Firefly was still, somehow conscious, getting up slowly and groggily as part of his mask was now dented and broke, revealing more of his third degree burns on his face. He got a glimpse at the pair at work; Freeze basically freezing each of the henchmen, not one of them standing a chance, and spider-man using his webs and agility to get the best out of them.
In the end, he knew it was pointless to fight those two. It would've been alot more worse if the bat was here.
He was going to make for a retreat, but what good would that do? There was an emergency escape room, but with how weak firefly was from that one, swift attack from the spider, he doesn't have in him to escape.
This is when Freeze stopped him in his tracks, freezing the left hand of his body directly to the wall, "AHHH!" his body went straight numb, the pain of it going ice cold made his breathing ragged. Freeze woke slowly up to him, pointing his freeze weapon at him. Then, slowly freezing the right hand side, causing his scream to be more intense.
"...That is for kidnapping my wife," he stoically spoke with his voice radiating like a radio due to his round helmet he had on.
"Gah… It was…Nothing personal Freeze," he spoke in between his ragged breathing, and the utter pain he was in from the coldness that illuminated his body.
Freeze's gun was still charge, prep to fire once again, "I know.. Just business as they always say," he pressed his gun to the one place he hasn't frozen, the heart. One full charge would stop the heart compared to the rest of the other henchman he had frozen.
It was then he was stopped by spider-man, having his hand on his gun, "He's not worth it. Let the police handle him, they got a squad on their way to shut this place down."
Freeze consider ignoring the warning, his eyes never leaving firefly. After all, he kidnap the only person he really loves, so why should he not grace him with death for it?
He had done so in the past, for the women he love, his Nora.
Yet, he discharge the gun and walking away from the maniac who only kidnapped his wife for business sake, "..Don't expect… You gonna get me out of this?" Firefly asked the spider who for a moment kept his eyes on Freeze.
Spider-man then looked back at the villain, whatever body wasn't exposed to the cold was trembling as is, "You'll live, maybe get frostbite but his gun wasn't at max setting to shut down your body."
"Sounds like… BULLSHIT! I CAN'T FEEL ANYTHING!" He screamed with anguish and pain, "I thought you were the one that… Goes easy on us huh? What happened? Your not even wearing that black costume so what gives?"
Spider-man shrugged, "Maybe I would, if you tell me who hired you? Bunch of people here had different varieties of clothing that makes it difficult to pinpoint in," he put one hand on the wall, and leaned closer to firefly, the huge white lenses staring directly into part of firefly's yellow chrome lens, "So, shake a leg for me would ya? And I'll do the same for you."
Firefly looked to be looking away from spider-man with the way he angle, thinking about the option he had. But in hindsight, he had no other options with this freak in front of him, "Would you believe it was Fisk himself?"
"Fisk? He's a New Yorker guy."
"Guess he got tired of New York because that devil in hell's kitchen keeps ruining his shit. But yeah, hired me and everyone here to nab the wife."
"All to threaten Freeze huh?" Spider-man back the way, "Thanks, you just helped broaden up this story."
He went to walk away, firefly snarling, "HEY! UNFREEZE ME HERE! I TOLD YOU WHAT I WANT."
"You did, but maybe I'm tired of being gentle with you people," there was both a hint of sarcasticness and venom when he said that. Spider-man would ignore the scream of firefly wanting to be set free, wanting fire to set him free. Leaving through the same door Freeze broke open, he met him by the elevator, who was now carrying his wife in his arms.
The elevator took them upstairs, and just like the bottom floor, but the henchman's was left freezing, unconscious, or webbed up just for GCPD to take care of, "When were you gonna tell me Fisk threatened you Victor?" The shorter heroine asked as they walked through the room full of captured Fisk workers.
"Only if those fool's didn't know who they were working for, which obviously, they did," he replied back, "You got what you wanted, and so did I, fair trade, fair deal."
"I didn't do it just to take down these guys but because I simply wanted to help you," he proclaim with honesty and nothing else behind it.
"Hm, and you wonder why your reputation in this city was always degrading," they were now outside, being around Freeze meant Gotham would be a little bit colder till he goes swinging elsewhere, "Helping everyone out who deserves it and doesn't. Kind, but rather foolish as always spider-man."
"What? You rather have Batman tussle it out with you again?"
He didn't answer, both walking to a heavy duty vehicle that would help situate Freeze in. Peter helps open the door for him so he can put his wife in the vehicle. A soft moan mutter out from her breath, but luckily for both of them, she wasn't waken up now as is, "He wanted me to cure his wife," he mentioned, while gently using his fingers covered in his suit to stroke his wife brunette hair gently, "He found out I did for mines, so he want his own love to be cured too."
"But he doesn't know that it took more than just you to cure your wife; Batman, me, Robin, others from the league, and time itself too."
"You know better than I do, that Fisk is a man with nothing left to lose," Freeze pressed a button on his neck, letting his helmet sync to his suit and moving his goggles on top of his forehead. He wanted to at least feel the exposure of the air itself, just this once, "...And the answer he wants would always be a yes then a no," he spoke more normally as his blue eye looked upon the spider.
"Don't worry, just go back to laying low and I'll handle it from here," he declared.
Victor frowned, "Just like all those fool's and fireflies, he'll get out. Aren't you tired of leaving these people alive to keep on hurting those close to you?" He curiously asked.
"Hey I didn't see you kill anyone in there for a change," Victor groaned, only having done it because he didn't want to hear the hero complain about him killing this and that, "When I started all this, I promised someone I would never look the other way; broke that and saw the consequences. I promised another person that I'll save everyone under my watch, broke it because I was too young to understand I can't save everyone. But before he retired, I swore to Batman that I'll never kill even if it's the only option, because there's always another option, and I won't break another promise."
Victor didn't respond at first, going inside the other side of the car as the siren's of police were on their way, "Again.. Foolish as always. Hopefully one day you grow out of that foresight."
"You know I won't Victor. I'm too much of a stud to change," he added his jesterness to lighten up the mood.
"Hm. I know, I guess that's the one thing I always admire about you and batman. When others give up, you both don't. Thank you again spider-man."
Spider-man closes the door, saluting him before they both take off in different directions, one going away from the life of crime, and the other going towards where the crime's are at.
Few things can be heard in another location that was underneath Gotham itself, one where the bit of the river resides at. One was the sound of a woman, grunting and moving, this was the bat now semi outside of her costume. She didn't have the mask on; showcasing her Asian features, her ebony hair tied into a ponytail, and her immense focus on what seem like generated AI's that were placed as hooded assassins with different rays of weapon. Second was the bat's, some flew and screeched, but most cling on to the ceiling's of the cave there as they watch the bat fight, and the spider works on a huge computer in front of him.
And that's the third one, the spider with no mask on, revealing his baggy eyes, messy brown hair that was ever presently growing, Caucasian skin tone, and a five o'clock shadow under his chin. He didn't wear his upper vested suit as it was wrapped behind the seat was on, showcasing his muscular body, and like his partner, he was barefooted. Just as he was doing research on the recent murders he and the bat found, he was also documenting it through voice, "So far, each killings are specific, gang related still. Though, it seems like it's a hefty dose of a vendetta going on with the way each murder was conceived."
The screen held pictures of the murder's today, the murder's a month ago, and another murder done two months ago. The bodies piled up from each photo, but it all was gruesome enough that at least one of the photos the body itself couldn't be recognizable, "Cass wasn't able to get much clues and evidence just like before. The murderer seemed to know what they're doing, covering up the tracks well. I still have a faint notion that this murderer could be superhuman, much of what we seeing it looks like the victims don't put up a fight. Yet, they all had weapons on them to be used, some were indeed used, but it's like the bullet didn't hit the murderer, or maybe it did, but he can't bleed. I know I know, theories and all, but we've got to get to the bottom of this. The sooner the better," He press the stop button on recording voice, and ended up sending much of what he gather and voiced in his inspection to someone by the name Oracle, "Even when we try to give her a day off we often have to go back for you for some help Barbs," spider-man muttered to himself as he plant his fist on his cheek.
The monitor moved elsewhere, bringing up the news as a way to make the cave itself less silence other than the woman that was Cass fighting. The cave had set levels of places that accompany a bunch of things; the main level had the computer spider-man was at, near the computer was a place chemistry and biology work, an area for training that Cass was using, place for vehicles like a car, jet, and a boat, and near the vehicle section was where the magic of creating such has those resided at.
Compared to say the science lab, the engineer area was a mess that when spider-man turned around he pouted at the sight, 'Gotta clean that up," yet his eyes were more paying attention to Cass. He got the close view of seeing her in action since she had the freedom to move around in the area.
Fist met face.
Feet met body.
Counter, punch.
Head moved out the way, counter kicked.
Using the end of the weapon as the damage dealer.
And ended the battle with ease. Sweating and breathing, yet the breathing was more controlled than her sweat.
Then around applause came through when the system spoke of the training ended, "Wooooo! You go girl! What's the record for today?"
Cass saw by the small system near that it took seconds to complete, she frowned, "40 seconds."
"Still!" He got up from his chair to walk to her, "Better than most."
She shook her head, stretching her arms in the air, "Not better than him."
Being close to her, he wrapped his arms around her waist, placing his chin by her neck seeing what made her frown. With other names contained in the mini pad in front of them such as nightwing, robin, red hood, spoiler, and batwoman which was Cass herself, the batman tower over them, "I mean you beat Dick if that counts," she scoff, "Come onnnnnn, why you love to bring yourself down when it comes to Bruce?"
She glanced at him, "You know why."
"Amuse me then."
"I'm carrying the burden," she plain simply said.
"And remember what he said?"
"...Don't be him, be what you…Made yourself to…Be," she answered, having trouble speaking clear sentences when it comes to longer one's, "But I am. This," she looked to her hands, like her face wasn't clad in the gauntlets, but it was wrapped up in bandages to say the least, "Is all I ever wanted… To be."
"I know, buttttt let's not focus on that," with arms still wrapped around her waist, he guided her back to the training area, "I got an idea what would take your mind off."
Letting his arms go from her, they distance each other, "Challenge?" She probed.
With the tap of his chin, he knew a challenge that could peak her interest, "No hands, all feet. First to the floor wins."
She smirks as he grins, "Don't hold back, Peter."
"For you? Please, you always wan-" Peter weaved himself back, barely missing the swipe of her feet, "Now why do you always do that?!" She giggled, throwing barrages of kicks that Peter slipped left and right, bouncing over her to go for a sweep.
But just like him, she saw it coming from a mere clean side view, leaping on top of him, legs wrapping around his shoulder to flip him off his feet.
Yet Peter didn't budge.
Not once.
Not twice.
And especially not the third time, "Nah ah ha," he wagged his fingers while chuckling at Cassandra's attempts, "Going all out means stick 'em power is in use."
She too give out her own soft giggle, more out of being enthusiastic that he wasn't holding back for her, "Heh. Good," unwrapping her legs, she pounced off him and they went back to their own kind of dance. Cass kicks were flying from head to toe, always moving and never letting Peter to breath.
For Peter, he was quick to respond with snappy and faster kicks, one that always got a sudden snort out of her lip. This was all about evasion and counters, blocking applied.
But all moving and no stopping if it can be helped.
The pace was speedy, if anyone else was there they'll probably have a hard time keeping up with the pair of vigilantes. All their body parts were moving on pure instincts, seeing the attacks coming with ease, and reacting effortlessly for another attack.
The problem why there dance is so close, not one giving out or finding ways to beat the other was because both had their own perks of how they know how or where their attacks would come to form. Cass eye's can literally see every point in Peter's body, the muscle, veins, and the pulse of it all, easily reading what his next attack was. So as long as she can see him, she can react.
A kick to the body she checked with her right leg, then countered with a strong teep to his body.
She went after him with a flying knee, yet twisted into a fake that got Peter to back up for a spinning kick.
He weaved, duck, and flip around her with the pleasant smirk sitting on his face. For his tool to avoid Cass with ease wasn't by watching his opponent, but his own skull tingling just before Cass could make contact with him and he would dodge not a second later.
With how durable he was, he had to make sure to roll with the blows that Cass dealt, and he knew they weren't something to joke about. She wasn't exactly wearing a heavy set of material to protect her fist and feet, and he really didn't want her bone's to break from his tough skin. Cass would thrust two kicks after one another, getting Peter to dip back for a back flip. This time, she would push herself to try to match his speed, sliding for a sweep that gotten Peter to force both his hands to thrust him in the air.
It wasn't so high that Cass couldn't reach, with a small leap, she corkscrew spin herself to land a kick to his liver. Peter grunted, yet she drove her shin deep while they were still in the air. Peter could've thrown her off, but she made the other leg wrap by his left rear of the body.
Not enough time to adjust himself, Peter had to do the only thing he could do to keep from laying flat on the metallic floor; hold his ground upon landing thanks to his feet. In doing so, his back was very, very close to the floor and Cass would instead now have both of her feet on his abdomen.
She would jump. Up and down, trying to force Peter to fall, but she groaned and pouted while Peter shook his head, smiling too hard at his partner trying to get a win here.
She would soon stop, crouching low in front of his face. Their eyes stared directly into each other's eyes; her basil eyes into his hazel eyes, their sweat touching one another, their breathing and heart being felt by one another.
The bat and the spider. Just how most days were, the two of them being partners who have one another's back no matter what happens, "Falllllllllllllll!" Cass verbalize in a somewhat complaining manner.
"Make me. There's only one way you can win this," just as his tone of voice, his eyebrow wiggle for an added taunt.
Her legs shifted where her knees now take the place her feet were, her two hands placed on the center of his chest, and like always when they spar, her smile never stray from her lips, "I know," and she leaned in, capturing her lips with his. Peter let her in, tasting her sweat but all the more letting her win as his body collapsed on the metallic floor.
And as soon as it happened, Cass pulled out, her expression becoming glee as she sat on her partner. Peter now had another pout of his own, "I let you win."
"Nope."
"Of course I did, you love baiting me into doing something to counteract with a move of your own," he pointed out.
"You make it easy."
"Because I love my bat being on top of me," this got her to blush, "HA! Too easy!"
She plucked his chest for that, "Go to sleep. You got work in a few hours."
Peter places his arms behind his head, "Not unless you come with me."
"I got more training to do."
"Then I ain't moving anytime soon."
Cass eyeroll and sigh, she hated when he pulled that move, "Fine. Clean me up."
"Your wish is my command!"
At least some nights can end with a bit of peace between the two. After all, it's just the two of them protecting Gotham nowadays.
Not many stories have Cassandra as a main character, and not many stories have spider-man both being a part of the Batfamily, but also being in a relationship with Cassandra. Good thing I decided to put a spin on it.
Of course, you are gonna get to know what has happened in the years Peter has been who he is, how the bat family in a sense separated to only two people, and to why Cassandra is basically the best person to be with Peter. See ya whenever