Saw the new spider verse sometime ago. A decent watch but I felt that they really did way too much in a 2 hour movie. While the likes of Miles, Gwen, Peter, Miguel, and spot get some good writing beats done, focusing on these characters should've been a top priority in the movie. I would go more in depth but I'm not gonna spoil much. Just know that its animation is top notch and it's a good flick to watch

Chapter 5: Hate

Rain plunged over the two heroes as they left the batmobile. Not one made a comment about it, neither of the place itself they now walk past with a security officer opening the gate.

One that had the name of Arkham Asylum.

The two heroes were no stranger for what the place held; the many guards that cover the area outside of the building, to even some can be seen through the windows from the higher or lower level, emphasizing the need of precaution and safety for those that work here. Didn't help that some had to suffer through the drench rain that wasn't letting up, not to mention it was only getting colder as winter started to roll by. It inquires most to wear coated hoodies over their protective vest, sleek pants, and combat boots.

As ever, the two heroes were the talk of the town as they strolled by the Asylum guards, "What are they doing here?"

"Probably another ongoing investigation."

"Damn. You think I can grab a photo of spider-man?"

"I thought he stop doing that?"

"Why are they here? They're just gonna make our shift harder."

"Quiet! You know how this bat can get. Heard she got a temper."

"But damn…She a fine one. You think I got a chance?"

"With the way you look, fuck no."

Differences of opinion from the guards that only serve to lay the foundation of the uncomfortness of the place there in.

Entering the facility, they can hear it all; from the cries to be let out, to the banging of heads or walls, the arguments, the curses, and the utter agony of why they exist. This was Arkham Asylum, housing the insane, but also holding more extremely dangerous people that can't be loose in Gotham without a watchful eye.

The horrifying part was that this was just the sound they heard from some of the inmates here in the Penitentiary side, and they know the more they go into depth of the area, it'll only get worse. The building the pair was in had a few more levels that held more than hundreds of people they helped lock away here, "Hold it you two," the pair looked to a security guard stopping them in their tracks while maintaining his post with an arm rifle in hand, and a sidearm by his waist.

Unlike the rest, the dark skinned man had a hook that replaced his left hand, "Gotta take away those weapons so you don't scare the inmates here," he said with a glare.

Cassandra had no time to indulge in what he was saying, time was of the essence and she could always find another way in, "Oh is that a new rule here officer Cash? Because then you might as well kick us out before we make a ruckus," Peter curiously asked.

In doing so, Cash let go of his serious expressions momentarily and chuckled, "Been a while since I saw you two," his expression would again shift to a stern look, "But I know this ain't a social call, who do you need to see?"

"Zsasz," Cassandra spoke, glad that she could always rely on Cash to not beat around the bush. But still doesn't exactly like when he tried to have some small talk here and there.

He nodded, his expression darken like his skin when the mention of Victor Zsasz came as a subject, "Follow me," they did so, passing by securities and other guards when walking down the bleach hallway, "We ended up moving Zsasz out of the penitentiary side after he killed inmate here not too long ago," they stopped by nearby door, scanning the three people of their identification, "He's still as psychotic as ever even when he's becoming older."

"Taking a wild guess he's in the upper levels?"

"Yeah, hanging with the big boys and girls with abilities," the second the door opened, the cries of the various inmates became more clear, a green ambition lit over the three of them as they walked into the many prisons that held the crazies of Gotham.

And they all stared at the bat and the spider, unnerving Aaron, "Jesus, it's gonna be a rough shift today," he said under his breath.

They walked past the cage inmates, some of the guards used their taser sticks to stop them from either hurting themselves, or hurting someone else. Yet some of the inmates neither cared for the cage nor the pain in their eyes when seeing the bat and the spider, "I'LL KILL YOU BOTH WHEN I GET OUT."

"STOP THEM! THEY'RE GONNA KILL ME!"

"FUCK FACE! COME BACK HERE AND LOOK AT ME!"

"WONDER HOW THE MAN SPIDER TASTE LIKE?! HOPEFULLY BARBECUE! COME HERE SPIDER!" The inmate would try to reach for the cage, but since Cassandra was close to Peter, she ended up catching a few of his fingers and snapped it like a twig when moving, "AHHHHH!"

'Filthy place with Filthy people. I hate it,' Cassandra thought to herself about the Asylum, scowling enough that helmet curved with it.

"HEY BITCH! ONE DAY THAT PUSSY WILL BE MINE!" While Cassandra ignored it, it didn't help that Peter gave a small look when passing by that specific inmate, "AND YOU'LL WATCH ME STUFFING MY COCK IN HER MOUTH TOO! HAHAHAHAHA!"

"Ugh…" Peter's head turned away when they made it to the elevator, "Just one of the many reasons why I hate this place with a passion."

"You're telling me," Cash pushed an elevator button that caused it to close and then sent them to the upper levels of the Asylum, "I can't even retire when people of my status keep quitting from all this intense shit that goes on here. No matter how much things change for Gotham, some things just remain as wicked as ever, even behind closed doors."

It was odd for Peter to be reminded of this contemporary subject of Gotham changing but not really changing. While he truly believes things are getting better, today of all days seems to remind him of the terrifying aspect of Gotham still existing, 'It's like the more bad guys we put away, new forms of bad guys end up showing up. When does it end? When do we as good guys win? Questions and questions to answer I've dealt with since I was 15… 12 years later and it seems like I'm getting more and more tired of this never ending battle.'

Peter's own prodding was put to a stop thanks to Cassandra tugging the pinky of his finger. A small gesture for him to get out of his head because they got work to do, 'Right… No time for one of my many questions I have for myself,' the door opened up, putting them into the newer level designated as the intensive treatment. It was a bit more calm, the atmosphere here simply revolving around various doctors who were handling some of the inmates while the guards kept watch.

Some were out of their prison cells while others were still being held in their prison cells as the doctors examined their psyche.

Here Peter caught a glance at one of the villains that was being checked on by a doctor. The man was handcuffed, behind helped by other doctors because he couldn't walk right, and barely paid much attention to the doctor's answer. Behind his mask, Peter frowned at the sight of the old man that looked like he would rather have death to be on this earth, 'Phineas…'

Peter shied away from Phineas, trying to make it so Cassandra and his own presence wasn't in the area. But he saw him, saw the spider that walked from the side view, "..no…NO NO NO! WHY IS HE HERE?!" The shout of both anguish and fear had him on high alert, and he tried to make a run for it but only fell, "HE'S COME TO FINISH ME OFF! JUST LIKE HE KILLED MY SON! HE AND THAT BLACK SUIT OF HIS!"

With a slight turn of his head as he kept walking, Cash was aware of the situation, "Doctor Cooper! Put him to sleep so he can go to his cell in peace!"

Cassandra saw how Peter couldn't even have the words to tell him the truth. What good would it do when the man was lost in his own psyche, 'Can't come to terms with..The truth…He killed his own… Not Peter. Not even…With that suit.'

Cooper's eyes furrowed when watching the guards brought him back to his feet and she did what she was told, using a syringe that she had in her small bag to put him to sleep. Once done, she let the asylum guards do the rest before she quickly marched over to Cash before he could move into the next area of the intensive treatment, "Cash, you know they can't be here. They're going to upset the inmates just like Phineas!"

Just like Cash, both heroes turn to her which out of reflex got her to take a step back and lower her head, "..No offense that is," she said, holding her own hands and looking away from the prying eyes that were now on her.

Before Cash could say anything, Peter took a little step forward to bring some sort of comfort, "We know what happens when we do be here, Miss Cooper. We know the risk, but we have to be here just a bit to solve a spree of murders going about in the city," Peter said in a consoling manner.

Her blue eyes look up to his white lenses, "Hm… When is there not a murder spree going on in this city?" she said in an almost quiet manner, "Just.. Don't instigate the inmates here ok?"

Peter tilted his head, almost as if he was slightly offended with how she made it out like he would do it in the first place, "If I'm being honest doctor, any of my villains would do the instigating more than I would."

Peter took note she wanted to say something back, but Cassandra tugged on his costume sleeve; a turn to her meant he had to drop the conversation as time was ticking and ticking. To his luck, doctor Cooper already exited the conversation, going to the nearby desk where she was typing away on a computer.

As the conversation ended, so went on their walk into the deeper part of intensive treatment. Just like the outside of the place, it was littered with guards to be on point, having some engineers making sure whatever system needed to be up to date, some inmates that were being escorted elsewhere to their imprisonment.

And of course, the part where they move into the territory that houses the super villains of Gotham, one that Peter and Cassandra had fought countless of times. Once the doors open up, again the inmates look to the pair of heroes walking down the hallway, "Oh look!" a man hopped in front of the electricity cell he was in as soon as he saw Peter walking nearby, "The spider is and his partner is here to play!" he said in a jester-like tone that went with his crazy green jackal like look; sharp teeth, blinding yellow eyes, claws on his finger tip, and huge ears that went with his menace look.

Peter intended to ignore him, one that served to anger the green jackal, "DON'T IGNORE ME SPIDER!" He growled, "SHE WILL BE MINE AGAIN! I'LL SAVOR EVERY BIT OF MS STACY THAT THE GREEN GOBLIN COULD NEVER HAVE DONE ONCE I GET OUT OF HERE!"

Peter took a deep breath in and out. Behind the mask, his eyes narrowed and he was scowling very hard at the mention of his dear friend. Cash glanced at Peter, wanting to ask him if he was alright with how remotely quiet he was. But he didn't bother asking; for one it wasn't his business to pride at the moment, and two, he had the bat helping him control how he felt.

It was small for people to miss, but because he's nearby, he can see her fingers holding his.

They would pass by more of Peter's villains, such as a man who was relatively bold and rather old as Phineas who eyed Peter, "This cell won't hold me forever! If black gate didn't, what makes you think this will?!"

"And I'll put you right back where you belong, Toomes!" Peter commented back

Next was another bold man, but one who had his face painted in a zigzag pattern that resembles electricity itself. Oddly enough, he was more contained in an area with no ounce of electricity, the cell resembling any other normal cell for normal inmates, but it being very dark with the only source of light coming from outside.

Something he tried to reach and pull, but nothing came out. Just like the rest, he saw Peter from the outside, and his fist tried to yank the cage as if he had the strength to do it, "GIVE ME MY POWER BACK YOU FUCKER!"

Peter gazed at the man who wanted nothing but power, yet moved on compared to the rest, 'Not if I can help it Max.'

Then there were others who didn't say much but just stare at the spider; one who's face was pure white, one who kept trying to shift into water but the cage stopped him, one who was pure fire but couldn't burn his own cell, and another that was pure black but had white hair with Asian features being at least noticeable.

Compared to the others, he was reading a book and pay no mind to the spider. This one, Peter stared at just a little bit, wanting to talk to him but would have to find another time for it.

The three people heard the sound of something huge, banging, frustrated sounds, and they ended up reaching to the cell that house two powerhouses; one was bigger, clad in a gray rhinoceros suit, and the other was smaller, clad in a army green suit that was more armored base then the rhinoceros, and was equipped with a tail. With the cell being big enough for the both of them, they were tussling each other, with the scorpion evading and trying to kill the rhinoceros, "FUCK YOU STUPID FREAK!"

"YOU AND I ARE THE SAME FREAK!"

"I'M NOT A FREAKING IDIOT WITH A HORN!"

"AND I'M NOT A STINKY BUG AS YOURSELF!"

"I'M NOT A FUCKING BUG!"

"AND I'M NOT A FUCKING IDIOT!"

The guards that monitor the situation were enjoying it themselves, something officer Cash wasn't pleased to find, "The hell you two doing?" He asked, stopping the walk to confront the guards with one of them recording the fight.

The second Cash confronted them it made them jump at his surprise appearance, especially with spider-man and batwoman by his side, "We were-"

"Just you know…"

"Put a stop to this before it gets out of his hand," he ordered them.

"Yes sir," one of them pressed a button, supplying the room full of gas that had the two villains coughing and wheezing, before a huge slump was heard, suggesting the two were now knocked out.

"Huh…Well they're certainly getting along nicely," Peter spoke, back to his more light hearted self compared to earlier.

Cash huffed at his response, "Tends to bring too much distraction these days. You know people find the time to bet on who would win or who would kill themselves first," Cash then shook his head as he continued forward, "Everything can be seen as a god damn game sometimes."

'It's not supposed to… This was a place… To cage them. Cage them all,' Cassandra thought with a hint of downcast feeling of how some of the guards were no different from the inmates they monitor, 'Not be treated as a.. Game.'

She found herself staring a bit too long at the villains and guards that watched them, enough so she still felt the fingers of Peter, tugging her to keep on moving.

They switch to a different wing in the intensive treatment. Instead of the rogues that Peter fought, it was now the rogues that Cassandra fought in the past. Unlike Peter's villain that had the tendency to beg to be released, or taunt him with trauma from the past, her villains weren't like that in the sense.

She saw a man whose face was scarred, deeply burned with the pure skin being clear as day, red as day from the neck down. The other part of his face was more clear and stable, and even when his mouth was closed, the scarred part showed his teeth grinding as he flip the coin in the air while laying in the bed he resides in.

He saw a glimpse of the bat, but said no word to either her or the spider.

Then there was a man muttering to himself as he stood by a wall with blood stained riddle marks that wasn't just carved into the wall, but also the floor and ceiling. Peter felt bad at seeing this man become so small from what he once was, 'No man deserves this… Why couldn't you back off when Bruce had enough?' Peter questions only to himself at the effect Bruce had done to the man that was once a person full of riddles.

Yet now can't solve a riddle involving saving his own sanity.

They soon pass by a man talking about Alice, a man who was cuffed from head to toe as his body was frail and the shadow of his room covering him besides the bit of small words of venom being muttered out, a man cover himself in a nearby corner, cowering at the sight of the light, and also the bat that passes by, another man who use words with rhyme with piggy, and so and so on.

All these people from years and years of fighting Bruce, are now lesser versions of themselves, either from self destruction, or because about a year ago, Bruce had his way with them and destroyed their mind and body, 'All his fault….If I was a second…Late, the bat would've… Killed them, kill them all,' Cassandra clenched his other fist that wasn't occupied by Peter.

She hated what this symbol had done, yes, made people fear it. But in the end, what good has done but left a stain that she still has to rub off.

"Hey Aaron!"

Cash quickly facepalmed when he heard the sound of a peculiar villain in the upcoming cell, "Oh god. I always forget about her," he said under his breath.

Peter let out a small chuckle, "At least she has her own way brightening up people's day," Cash simply glared at him for saying something like that.

Upon meeting this peculiar villain, who happen to have a blazingly smiling, skin pure white from head to toe it seemed since the orange jumpsuit she wore cover most of her skin, hair seem to be bleach with both red and black, left being red and right being red of her pigtail hair, "Oh! And the bat's and the spider are here too?! Look Ivy! Our day has gotten a whole lot better!"

Ivy being a green woman, with some part of her skin like the legs and arms have trademarks of plant leaf being base in her, phenomenal red hair that she look to take great care of, was more interested in the book she was reading then to even look at either Cash, Cassandra, or Peter, "

"Quinn," Cassandra said shortly.

"Harl's! Ivy! How's it hanging in the ole Asylum?" Peter curiously asked.

"Great! Splendid! Nothing beats hanging around with old friends again right Ivy?" Ivy only answers to flip a page. The ignorance didn't bother Harl's not one bit, "Don't mind her she loves that you ask how she is spider."

Ivy groaned at Harl's instigating her to give a more appropriate answer. She simply waved at the two, "Hey look! She didn't ignore us. I think you're rubbing off on her very well Harley," Peter remarked.

"I hope so!" She backflips on the bed, "We're so madly in love!" She added while hugging Ivy in her arms.

"Harley I'm reading."

"So! OOo! We should go on a double date with you two whenever we get out guys!"

Peter would've answered, if it wasn't for Cassandra twisting his finger just a bit for him, "No!" Durability or not, Cassandra knew how to make Peter feel a little paint, "Busy at the moment."

Harley blinked, quickly noticing that Cassandra twisted his fingers. She then laughed, "She got you whip spider!"

"No she doesn't!" Just as he mentioned that, Cassandra funnily enough dragged him away from the two.

"SHE SO DOES!" She shouted so they both could hear.

Cash could only eye roll, it was never an easy moment with Harley, "I'm just glad she dropped the whole psychotic phase and became just a little bit more tolerable. I don't know how you two could ever stand her."

"His fault."

"Hey! Harley has always been a good person," the two looked at him, Cassandra double taking at the words that came out of his mouth, and Cash having a deadpan expression of what the hell could ever make him think on that notation, "...OK maybe she never was, but she is a work in progress right?"

Not one of them acknowledges the chance of her becoming just a bit better. Because even if she isn't raining terror over Gotham like how she used to, she still has those psychotic tendencies on display. But luckily, her relationship with Ivy was tampering it just a bit.

Finally, they reached where they needed to be. A cell that was guard just like the rest of the cell, housing a man who had his own hand wrapped in metallic locks, his bare skin can be seeing with matching tally marks, tally marks that seemed to indicate it was his doing by cutting his own self; it went from arms, feet, stomach, and even few on the right side of his temple.

This is where the little gesture to hold themselves together was gone, Cassandra let go of Peter's finger upon seeing the man known as Victor Zsasz. Cash made sure to disable the security shield, and without word, let them both go in. He clears himself and the rest of the guard out so the heroes can do what they have to do privately . Peter and Cassandra eyed the man in front of him who also did the same to them, a cricket of a smile formed from dead eyes, "..The heroes of Gotham…" His voice came out, sound playful, yet sadistic as he crackle and stood up to them, "To wha-"

"Carnage," Cassandra cut him off, moving closer as she wasn't afraid of his presence, the utter vibe of psychoticness he gave off as he watched her, eyed her up and down, "Talk."

With his hands locked tight shut, he could only use the locks as a way to brush the few bits of blond hair he had on his head, "Carnage. Carnage…" He paced back in froth, before looking back at the two heroes, "I love carnage, but that isn't the art I would partake in. You both know that."

"You must hear what's going on?" Peter chimes in, helping Cassandra to explain what they mean, "The guards talk, every other inmate talks, we know that just like any other person, you must know the murders going on in Gotham. Especially when that murderer may know of you, or vice versa."

Again, Zsasz laughs hysterically, like a hyena in the wild as it sees its prey, "..I know a lot of people spider, even those who crave carnage," he would walk up to the spider specifically, "Be more clear."

Cassandra shoved him to the wall, lifting him up by his neck since he wore no shirt on, "TALK! WE KNOW YOU KNOW," She then tosses him to his bed, his head impacting on the wall nearby, and she leapt on his body, just enough for her own boots to cause a bone to be fragmented in his lower body.

He howled in pain, yet laughed at it. Peter had his arms crossed when he approached the bed, "You keep acting like that then she'll break a lot more than just your upper legs Zsasz. And the beauty about it is, no one is watching," Zsasz got a brief look at the outside.

He saw no guards, and took note the camera that was watching him was offline. And yet he was still gleeful, "Then you know what I want then! This pain will only make me happy! But what will make me more happy…" he groaned, laughed the pain off as he then watched the bat that was on top of him, "Is a new mark…!"

Cassandra would move herself just a bit away from Zsasz. She wishes to the heavens above her that she can hurt, hurt him enough to wipe that smirk off his face, but what good that would do? It might make her feel better… Or it might make her feel worse. Because there's a point in brutality she rather not go to.

Something Peter crossed before, and how Batman crossed over that line to the point of killing.

So, she took out a batarang, and gave him what he wanted as she removed himself on top of him. Taking it with he ease, sitting up as he ignores the pain of his fragmented legs, he points the left batarang at the left side of his temple.

And begin cutting. Peter averted his eyes at the sight of the bloody mess Zsasz was making. It was even worse because Cassandra couldn't look somewhere else; she watched as every part of his body was enjoying it, the bleeding, the utter drive to match the cuts on the other side of his temple, the fact that he knows just enough to not bleed to death, and all the above, this is what he wanted.

This was his pleasurement.

Peter would motion his body to get in front of Cassandra, knowing how frozen she became the second he started cutting, "...Ohhhhhh…Yes…." Zsasz looks up to batwoman, giving her the batarang back, "I always feel truly alive as I feel the flesh of my skin take in the air I breathe, the blood that drips upon me that I love the taste of it," he said, doing exactly as he like to do by licking the blood he felt on his temple, "...I don't know the man exactly, only that he came one day, evoking with the same blood lust I have and love dearly, tall…Red hair…And people call him Kassidy."

Batwoman took the batarang from him, and at the sametime, couldn't help but stare at the weapon in hand, drenching in blood as she could barely see her reflection, '...Is this…The madness he always had to undertake… To get his way?' She asked herself, questioning the lengths she must take for justice.

She then taps Peter's shoulder, gesturing for him to leave with her. Yet he too didn't like what they had to do to get their way, "And spider~" Peter turned back to Zsasz just when the security shields went back up, "He really is a fan of you."

This would only fuel to unsettle Peter. That this unknown killer may be doing all this for attention, his attention. But for right now, everything was still kept cryptic and in the dark.

Peter was by himself in the batcave, sitting behind the chair as he went through records after records of this killer known as Kassidy. The batcomputer as Bruce calls it was able to get through and seek the majority of the records for the asylum and blackgate.

But so far, he had found nothing on this killer. And that brought out an insufferable sigh as he tried to keep his eye open. Even with stamina that was beyond normal people, Peter can get tired like anyone else can, "Peter?"

"Hm?"

"How long have you been up for?" Barabra asked, her voice coming from the bat computer as the both of them were trying to find any source of record about this Kassidy person.

"...You don't wanna know that," he responded as he rubbed his eyes, shaking his head to make him stay up, "Found anything on your end?"

"Kind've hard to scavenge through the whole United States to find the Kassidy we're looking for. And you would know if you weren't falling asleep."

She had a point. The batcomputer was large enough to fit about everything and anything when it came to showcasing what needs to be shown. Barbara's end was live streaming her footage to Peter this whole time, and yet, he wasn't exactly keeping up, 'Doesn't help every since the fundraiser I've been staying up, trying to pursue every lead, but so far I found nothing on the guy,' Peter thought to himself, frowning at his unsuccessfulness to catch this person.

But it was more than just that going through his head; for one, how did this guy slip in? Where did he come from? How did he slip out of their grasp? He also had a tab open that reviewed the footage from days ago, and he found no one that fit the build. How could he when all they've got on the guy was his height and hair? It irks Peter that he wasn't able to get this done.

And since this was a potential meta, who knows what powers they had? Maybe they can temper with the footage or change their looks to avoid being find out

Peter also knows it irks Cassandra more since she still hasn't come back to the batcave, "Cassandra," Barbara called out to Cassandra's end, but she wasn't responding, or more likely, she didn't want to, "I know you're hearing me. Go back home and rest."

The only response that was given out was the batmobile making a loud audible turn with cars honking their horn loudly, and Peter saw from the lower hand corner that had Barbara and her on the line, was Cassandra disconnecting from the communication line. Peter found himself slumping into his arms, still keeping his eyes on the batcomputer, and still giving himself a reason to stay up, "Peter I can hear how tired you are too."

"Impossible, I'm breathing normally," ironically, she quickly put herself live, and since she knows ways to access the batcomputer from the clocktower, she can quiet easily make sure the computers own camera is on, "...Unfair," Peter said, letting his forehead sink into his arms.

"You and Cassandra have been at this for far too long without sleep. Doesn't matter if you're capable of staying up longer than most people, you need to rest Peter," She tried convincing Peter while can see the clear view of him having the whole city on his shoulders.

He looked up to the computer and Barbara could've sworn those bags under his eyes had gotten worse for the past two days, "As people keep saying, we don't have the luxury of batman by our side, or robin, or nightwing, or Jason and his red hood vendetta, or Steph who use to be batgirl at one point," he then leaned back on his chair, arm cross has kept his gaze fixed, "It's just us Barbs.. And when stuff like this happens, it'll be us to make sure this city is safe. Like always," he said with a simple directness that was nothing but the hard cold truth of the present day.

There wasn't a bat family like before. It's only really Peter and Cassandra. Barbara helps here and there, but she knows very well that these days, she has shifted her skill set outside of Gotham, slowly but surely, not always being around like now, "I know…" She nodded with sympathy being clear on her face as she held her hands together, "I'm… Sorry I'm not as useful as I was before."

Peter felt a little shock she said that, "No. No no no," he shook his head, "I get it. You started having a life outside of Gotham just like almost everyone else. You deserve to be happy and comfortable then stay in Gotham."

"I… Wasn't talking about that Peter," her tone trailed off when Peter didn't pick up what she meant.

He felt stupid for not thinking about the obvious of what she really meant. He felt his face cringing from not catching that, "...Still isn't your fault Barbs. He could've done that to anyone if he wanted too."

"Still doesn't make it easy to swallow.. Sure, I love Ted and the life we're building. But I still want to be more useful than Oracle," she found herself frowning, "I still wish to somehow use my legs like before.. Hell, maybe one day we'll have the technology to make me walk again."

Her being just at least a little bit hopeful, made Peter smile just a bit, "Maybe one day I can do that for you. I built Alfred''s hands he can use, maybe someday I can find a way to bring back functions in spines."

She too smiled at that hope of him doing something great like that, "Yeah. One day. But today, we are who we are. Can't change the past. But we can change now, like you resting. I would've thought you would heed my lessons but you still don't."

Peter chuckled at the fact of him not taking her lessons in stride as much as he should, "What can say? I'm not always the best student to have."

Barbara couldn't help but eye roll at the truth of that, even when Peter is a very smart individual at heart, "Just get some sleep, for me. And make sure Cassandra get's sleep too. She's nearby."

Peter yawned, stretching his hand in the air as he heard the batmobile jumping through the river and straight into the entrance of the cave, "I'll try, just make sure you keep us posted."

"I always do don't I?"

She logs off from her side while Peter goes to meet Cassandra as she detaches her helmet from her head. Peter would leapt right in front of her to stop her from going into the training area, "...Move," she said with clear signs of no patient, "I need to train."

She would try, but once moving to the side, Peter held her arms around her waist, making sure she doesn't move unless she wants to fight her way out, "Not today. You haven't slept for a day and a half."

"And you haven't….Sleep for three days," she countered, their eyes not meeting one another. One stared at the batcomputer, its research on criminals with the name Kassidy being suspended, and the other started the elevator that led to the manor.

"Almost three days," he corrected, "Come on, we need to operate in full strength for the next day."

It took her at least a minute for her to move, to move her head enough to glance at Peter. She saw the tiredness, the slowness in his movement, how his eyes were slowly closing yet he forced himself to stay up, the pure will of it to keep going no matter how much his body says otherwise. It was always a pleasure to see this characteristic of Peter from her eyes, that eyes can see it all.

Even when it also takes alot out of him, she will admire how great his will is, and how she aspires to have that will just like him, "Ok…But wake me… In an hour."

She also knows, the knowing smirk coming from his face that he won't, and somehow, she didn't mind that he would go against her wishes. For her sake.

Would you believe there was gonna be more in this chapter? Still getting used to limiting what I want in a chapter, but so far this is a good basis to stop for the time being. I know, I dump a lot of stuff on yall for necessary purposes to build a lot of what has happened and what's happening now in this world. But this is how it's gonna be. I just hope you all are enjoying the ride See ya whenever!