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Distorted Justice

Intro Music: Justice League Unlimited Theme Song

Chapter 3: Balance

The Watchtower

BGM: Madonna - Papa Don't Preach

The Watchtower buzzed with energy as the final moments of the year ticked away. A constellation of Justice League heroes, gathered from Earth and beyond, filled the grand observation deck. The room glowed with warmth, laughter, and anticipation as everyone waited for the countdown to midnight. Huge windows framed the backdrop of Earth, its curve outlined by the soft glow of city lights below. A massive digital clock displayed the final moments of the year: 11:59:45.

Spider-Man stood by the edge of the room, his mask firmly in place, hands loosely on his hips. Around him, laughter echoed as heroes exchanged stories, toasted with sparkling drinks, and embraced the festive spirit. Despite the cheer, Peter felt a pang of disconnection. This still wasn't actually his home. This wasn't his Earth. Though he tried to shake the feeling, it lingered, stubborn and heavy.

"Ten!" came the first shout, soon joined by dozens of voices. Spider-Man found himself smiling faintly under the mask, infected by the contagious joy of the countdown.

"Nine! Eight! Seven!"

He glanced around. Flash darted back and forth, filling cups with lightning speed to ensure no one's drink ran dry. Lantern hovered in the air, his ring projecting holographic fireworks in vibrant colors.

"Six! Five! Four!"

Spider-Man's eyes landed on Wonder Woman, standing tall and regal, her silver tiara glinting in the soft light. She caught his gaze and offered a smile—a simple gesture that carried an unspoken warmth.

"Three! Two! One!"

The room erupted with cheers and shouts of "Happy New Year!" as confetti and holographic streamers filled the air. The Justice League embraced and toasted to another year of protecting the world.

Spider-Man joined in, clapping and cheering, but a flicker of melancholy remained. He couldn't help but think of Aunt May, MJ, Gwen, and Harry—people he couldn't celebrate with. He sighed quietly, his inner conflict simmering beneath the surface.

"Happy New Year, Spider-Man." The voice was soft yet strong, and it pulled Spider-Man from his thoughts. Wonder Woman stood beside him, her expression kind and genuine. She offered a slight tilt of her head, waiting for him to respond.

Spider-Man straightened, caught off guard. "Oh, uh, Happy New Year to you too, Wonder Woman," he said, his tone earnest despite his awkwardness.

"Diana," she corrected gently, her smile widening. "No need for formalities tonight."

"Diana," Spider-Man repeated, nodding. "Got it."

An easy silence fell between them before Spider-Man spoke again. "So, uh, do you have any New Year's resolutions?" he asked, the question more casual than he felt. He wanted to say something, anything, to push past his own unease.

Diana looked thoughtful, her gaze drifting to the Earth beyond the window. "Nothing too specific," she admitted. "I try to live each day striving to be the best version of myself. To lead with compassion, strength, and wisdom."

Spider-Man nodded, her words resonating more than he expected. "Yeah, that makes sense. I guess I could stand to do the same."

Diana turned her gaze back to him, curiosity sparking in her eyes. "And what about you? Do you have any resolutions?"

Spider-Man hesitated, scratching the back of his neck. "I've been thinking about that," he said slowly. "Being Spider-Man is great and all, but I think I've been ignoring the other half of who I am. The regular, everyday me."

Diana's expression softened, but she waited, letting him find his words.

"I guess... I've been so caught up in being a hero that I've forgotten how to just be the man under the mask," he admitted. "And now, being stuck in this universe, I figure if I can't get back home anytime soon, I might as well try to make the most of it. You know, maybe find some balance."

Diana nodded, her understanding clear. "That sounds like a wise resolution," she said warmly. "It's important to nurture both sides of yourself. You'll find strength in it."

Spider-Man smiled under his mask, feeling lighter from her support. "Thanks. I appreciate that. And honestly, I think I'm getting pretty sick of wearing this costume all the time. Being a regular civilian every now and then wouldn't hurt."

That earned a soft laugh from Diana, the sound light and genuine. "I think that's a resolution you can achieve," she said, her tone teasing but encouraging. "And if you ever need help adjusting, you know where to find me."

Spider-Man's chest warmed at her words. "I'll keep that in mind," he said, his tone sincere.

As the celebration continued around them, Flash zipped into view, his trademark grin stretching from ear to ear. "Happy New Year, Spidey!" he exclaimed, playfully draping an arm around Spider-Man's shoulders.

Spider-Man chuckled, the contagious energy of the Scarlet Speedster pulling him out of his head. "Happy New Year to you too, Flash."

"You need a drink? A soda? Maybe some alien punch from GL's secret stash that tastes like stardust?" Flash offered, already halfway turned, his feet bouncing with impatience.

Peter raised a hand. "I'm good, thanks—actually, wait." He paused, glancing between Flash and Diana, hesitating for just a moment before voicing the question weighing on him. "Can I ask you guys something? It's about... Batman."

Flash exchanged a knowing look with Diana, his grin dimming slightly but not disappearing. Diana's expression softened as she gave Spider-Man her full attention. "Of course," she said. "What's on your mind?"

Spider-Man shifted uncomfortably, fiddling with the edge of his glove. "I get that I'm new around here. And coming from another universe doesn't exactly scream 'trustworthy.' But it feels like Batman's got me pegged as a walking threat." He glanced at Diana, then Flash. "I'm just wondering—does he ever, you know, let people in?"

Diana smiled faintly, her voice calm and reassuring. "Batman has always been… cautious, to put it lightly. He carries the weight of the world on his shoulders and doesn't trust easily—not even those he considers friends. It's not about you, Spider-Man. It's simply how he is."

Flash nodded enthusiastically, chiming in. "Yeah, Bats is kinda like that with everyone. Earning his trust is like winning an Olympic gold medal. You've gotta work at it. And even then, don't expect him to throw a parade or anything."

Spider-Man chuckled lightly, though his shoulders still sagged slightly. "I figured it'd be something like that. I guess I just wonder how long it'll take, or if it'll ever happen."

"It will," Diana said firmly, her tone leaving no room for doubt. "Batman may be cautious, but he's not unreasonable. Over time, as you prove yourself, he'll see what we already do."

"And in the meantime," Flash added, flashing a grin, "you've got us. Batman's a tough nut, but hey, we're the fun side of the League."

That brought a laugh out of Spider-Man, easing the tension in his chest. "Thanks. I appreciate that."

"Speaking of fun," Flash said, his eyes twinkling mischievously, "you said you're good on drinks, but I think you need one anyway. Trust me, it's a New Year's tradition."

Before Spider-Man could protest, Flash was gone in a blur of red lightning, only to reappear a second later, holding three glasses of champagne.

"One for the goddess," Flash said, handing a glass to Diana with a flourish. "One for our friendly neighborhood Spider-Man," he continued, passing another glass to Spider-Man.

"And one for yours truly," Flash finished, holding his own glass high.

"Cheers," Diana said warmly, lifting her glass.

"To a peaceful New Year," Flash added.

Spider-Man hesitated for just a moment before raising his glass. "And to making the most of it," he said with a small, genuine smile.

The three clinked their glasses together, the sound light and clear amidst the hum of celebration around them. For the first time that night, Spider-Man felt the weight on his shoulders lift just a little. Maybe this year really would be better.

Metropolis

BGM: Spider-Man: Into The Spider-Verse - Invincible

The New Year had passed, and with it, the festivities of the Watchtower celebration faded into distant memory. Currently, Peter Parker found himself walking down the bustling streets of Metropolis, the vibes never failing to remind him of New York. His suit was safely tucked underneath his regular clothes now, and despite the lightness of the celebration earlier, a deep sigh escaped his lips.

"New Year's resolution, huh?" he muttered to himself. "First step: get a job."

But job hunting in a strange city, in a universe that wasn't even his own, was proving to be more difficult than Peter had imagined. He'd tried a few places—cafes, tech stores, even a fast-food joint—but the responses were either lukewarm or nonexistent. Who would hire a guy like him, especially with no real references or any background beyond being... well, Spider-Man? It wasn't like Metropolis was short on heroes, and while he loved the work he did in the mask, the day-to-day grind of regular life was something he was starting to miss more and more.

His feet slowed, and he found himself leaning against a streetlight, hands shoved in his pockets as he looked down at the pavement. The cold air nipped at his face, but the frustration gnawing at him felt far worse.

"Ugh... this sucks," Peter grumbled under his breath. "How do people even do this, let alone... thrive?"

Just as he was about to walk away, something caught his eye—a flash of color and bold print on the side of a building. He glanced up, distracted by a large poster plastered on a nearby brick wall. It was emblazoned with the iconic Daily Planet logo, and the text beneath it made him pause.

"THE DAILY PLANET IS HIRING!
Help us find Metropolis' newest hero—Spider-Man!
Paid opportunity for the first to capture exclusive photos!"

Peter blinked in surprise. It was hard to miss the irony of it all. A headline like that... It felt oddly familiar. His mind flashed back to his own universe, to the days when he was just starting out. Juggling school, his life as Spider-Man, and trying to make rent, he had stumbled across a similar situation. It was how he first started working for the Daily Bugle, of all places. It was a strange, almost comedic way of getting his foot in the door—and now, here he was again, in a new universe, presented with the same opportunity.

Peter snorted, unable to help the laugh that bubbled up in his chest. "What are the odds, huh?" He shook his head, half-amused and half-exasperated.

A job, an opportunity... it seemed almost too perfect. Maybe this was the universe telling him to go for it. He could take a few photos, make some quick cash, and at least get a foot in the door. If anything, he could try it out and see where it led.

He shrugged, pushing off from the streetlight and feeling optimistic. "Well, it's worth a shot."

And with that, Peter Parker made his way toward the Daily Planet building, his first step toward making good on his resolution: finding balance. And maybe—just maybe—getting a little bit of normalcy back in his life.

He chuckled to himself as he walked. "At least it won't be the first time I've taken pictures of myself, right?"

The Daily Planet

BGM: Spider-Man 3 Game Soundtrack - Daily Bugle #1

Peter stepped into The Daily Planet's bright, bustling lobby, his eyes immediately scanning the room. The place was a flurry of activity, with journalists and staffers rushing in and out, phones ringing, and the sounds of people typing furiously on keyboards. It was a whirlwind of organized chaos—exactly like The Daily Bugle back in his universe.

At the front desk, the receptionist, a blonde woman with sharp eyes and a calm demeanor, was typing away on her computer. She didn't look up at first, but when Peter approached, she paused and gave him a quick, efficient smile.

"Can I help you?" she asked, her voice friendly yet businesslike.

"Yeah, uh, I was hoping to schedule a job interview," Peter began, slightly nervous but trying to sound confident. "I saw the poster outside. I'm looking for a position here."

Chloe Sullivan nodded, still focused on her screen. "You're looking for Perry White. Top floor. The elevator's down the hall."

"Thanks!" Peter said, flashing a grateful smile as he turned toward the elevator.

With the button pressed and the doors closing behind him, Peter stood alone in the quiet, sleek lift as it ascended to the top floor. He could already hear the distant hum of voices and the clicking of keyboards before the doors even opened. When they did, the sight before him was nothing short of familiar. Journalists and reporters were darting back and forth, absorbed in their work, while editors yelled over the noise, directing their teams. The air was thick with a sense of purpose and urgency—the same energy he'd seen at the Bugle, only this time with a different backdrop.

Peter stepped out and glanced around, hoping to find someone who could point him to Perry White's office. He approached a few people, but each of them was too absorbed in their own tasks to pay him any mind. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. It wasn't exactly a welcoming atmosphere, but Peter figured that was just how things went in a newsroom.

"Great," he muttered to himself. "This is... this is definitely going well."

Just then, he heard a soft voice behind him.

"Need some help?" The voice was polite and calm, yet had a reassuring warmth to it.

Peter turned to see a man in glasses and a suit walking toward him. He looked vaguely familiar—tall, with dark hair, and the kind of quiet confidence that seemed to radiate from him. There was a subtle strength in his posture, but nothing overly imposing. Peter immediately felt a sense of ease.

"Uh, yeah, actually. I'm trying to get a job here," Peter said, his words rushing out a little more than he intended. "I need to find Perry White's office. I've got no idea where I'm going."

The man smiled, his eyes twinkling with understanding. "Perry's office is down that hallway, third door on the left," he said, pointing toward the far side of the floor. "I'm Clark Kent, by the way. Nice to meet you." he added, extending his hand for a handshake.

Peter would accept Clark's handshake. "Peter Parker. And thanks, Clark. I'll head that way."

Clark gave him an easy smile. "Good luck. Hope it works out for you."

Peter waved a quick thanks before heading down the hallway. The office he was looking for had a large nameplate that read "Perry White" in bold letters. He knocked lightly before stepping in, feeling a bit of the nervous energy creep back.

Inside the office, Perry White sat at a large desk, papers scattered across it, a phone to one ear. He looked up briefly as Peter entered, giving him a quick once-over before speaking into the phone.

"Yeah, just make sure you have that report to me by three. Got it? Good." He hung up, then turned his full attention to Peter.

"You looking for a job, kid?" Perry asked, his voice gruff but not unkind.

Peter nodded quickly. "Yeah. I saw your poster downstairs, about Spider-Man. I'm—well, I'm interested in helping out. I've got some photography experience, and I figured this could be a good fit."

Perry eyed him for a moment, then leaned back in his chair. "You got a camera?"

Peter grinned. "Always." But after he said this, a realization hit him. He needed a new camera. He hopes that there's something at the Watchtower he can use, considering that… well… he's broke.

Perry smirked, the corner of his mouth twitching as he picked up a file and tossed it across the desk. "We need someone who's fast. You get me photos of Spider-Man doing his thing, and I'll pay you. Simple as that."

Peter took the file, his heart racing a little. "You got it, Mr. White."

"Good," Perry said, rising from his chair. "Now, get to work."

Peter smiled, the sense of excitement building in his chest. This was it—the first step toward finding that balance he'd been hoping for. And with any luck, it might just be the break he needed to truly start a new chapter in this strange new world.

As Peter exited Perry White's office, feeling a sense of accomplishment and relief, he was met by none other than Clark Kent, who had been waiting nearby. Clark's signature warm smile spread across his face as he saw Peter approach.

"So, how'd it go?" Clark asked, a genuine curiosity in his voice.

Peter couldn't hide the grin that tugged at his lips. "It went great. Pretty much got the job, actually," he said, his voice tinged with excitement.

"That's awesome," Clark replied, his smile growing wider. "Welcome to The Daily Planet, Peter. It'll be swell working with you."

Peter blinked at the word swell. It wasn't exactly a term he expected to hear in a modern newsroom, but before he could say anything, a voice from behind him interrupted.

"Did you just say swell?" Lois Lane's voice was laced with amused disbelief.

Peter turned to see Lois walking up to them, an amused look on her face as she shook her head. "Clark," she said, the tone light but teasing, "you've got to stop using words from 1978."

Peter couldn't help but chuckle at the playful exchange. He had seen Lois before, back when he first arrived in this universe and stopped some thugs on the street as Spider-Man. She had been there, trying to get a scoop, a look of determination in her eyes. He wondered if she recognized him now without the mask, but she didn't seem to give him more than a casual glance.

Clark chuckled sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. "What? It's a classic."

"Classic, sure, but not exactly current," Lois said, rolling her eyes but smiling nonetheless.

Just then, Jimmy Olsen appeared from around a corner, holding a camera and looking as if he had been listening to the conversation. "Actually," he interjected with a grin, "the word swell is definitely older than 1978, Lois." He gave Clark a knowing look before turning his attention to Peter. "Hey, congrats, man. Welcome to the team."

Peter laughed at the banter. It was clear that these three had a solid dynamic. Lois and Jimmy's playful teasing made him feel like part of the crew already.

Lois, now facing Peter, took a step forward with a friendly smile. "So, are you new here?" she asked, her tone genuine.

Peter nodded. "Yeah, I'm new. Just started today, actually. I'm a photographer," he added with a small shrug, as if trying to play it cool.

At this, Lois shot Jimmy a sly grin. "Uh-oh, Jimmy. Looks like someone's coming after your job," she teased, giving Peter an exaggerated look of mock concern.

Jimmy simply shrugged, clearly unfazed. "Hey, I'm not worried," he said with a grin. "We can always use more photographers around here." He gave Peter a wink as if giving his unofficial blessing.

Lois then extended her hand to Peter with a smile. "Lois Lane. Welcome to The Daily Planet. It's good to have you aboard."

Peter shook her hand, feeling the firm but friendly grip. "Peter Parker," he said. "Nice to meet you."

Then Jimmy stepped forward, grinning widely. "Jimmy Olsen," he said, offering a handshake as well. "It's great to meet you, Pete."

Peter shook Jimmy's hand, glad to see the easy camaraderie between everyone. "Nice to meet you both," he said, his tone warm. "I'm looking forward to working with you."

As the small group stood there, a sense of belonging began to settle in Peter's chest. The banter, the friendliness—it felt a lot like his old world. Maybe he hadn't completely figured everything out yet, but for now, it seemed like this new universe might not be so bad after all.

Lois and Jimmy shared another laugh at Clark's expense as he turned slightly red, but it was clear that they were all comfortable with each other. In that moment, Peter felt like he had found his place, even if it was just a small step toward finding balance in a world that wasn't his own. He couldn't help but smile, ready to take on whatever was coming next.

"Looks like this might not be such a bad gig after all," Peter muttered to himself as they all began chatting more, the hum of the newsroom continuing in the background.

LexCorp

BGM: Superman TAS - Lex Luthor's Theme

The scene in LexCorp's towering office was far from tranquil. Lex Luthor sat behind his polished desk, watching the news feed on the large screen in front of him, his sharp gaze scanning the coverage. The latest broadcast was focused on the city's newest hero—Spider-Man. The reports were filled with questions about the masked vigilante, who was said to have emerged out of nowhere and begun cleaning up the streets of Metropolis. The reporters were stumped, speculating wildly about who was hiding under the mask, and they were hungry for answers.

Lex let out a long, exasperated sigh, his fingers tapping against the desk. "Another one," he muttered, clearly irritated. "Just what I need. Another so-called hero causing chaos in my city. This will only bring more problems for me."

He turned off the screen with a press of a button, shutting out the speculation on the news. As the screen went black, a soft chime signaled an incoming call, breaking his train of thought.

"Mr. Luthor," came the voice of his assistant, Eve Teschmacher, over the phone. "There's someone here to see you. They insist on meeting with you in person."

Lex pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a wave of frustration wash over him. "I'm busy, Eve. I don't have time for unexpected visitors today."

There was a brief pause on the line before Eve's voice returned, a touch of urgency in it. "Otis already let them in. They're on their way up, sir. I'm sorry, but they insisted, and I-"

Lex closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. "Otis..." he muttered, exasperated. "Alright. Fine. I'll handle it."

"Thank you, Mr. Luthor," Eve said quickly before the call ended.

Lex set the phone down, massaging his temples as he looked out over the sprawling city through his office window. His mind was already working—what did this unexpected visitor want with him? And why now, of all times, when he had so much else to deal with?

Before he could dwell on it further, the door to his office opened. A man stepped inside—casual, yet purposeful in his movements. He looked around the room, taking in the sleek modernity of the office with an almost appreciative air.

"Nice place you have here," the man said, his voice smooth, with an underlying sharpness that made Lex's instincts immediately go on high alert.

Lex studied the man, his gaze cool and calculating. "Why are you here?" he asked, his tone clipped and direct. He didn't have time for pleasantries or distractions.

The man turned toward him, a grin curling at the corner of his lips—a grin that looked almost sinister in the dim light of the office. "Straight to the point, I see. I like that," he said, his eyes glinting with a strange intensity.

He took a step closer, leaning slightly forward as if to make his words more personal. "I'm not from around here. In fact, I should be dead right now. But somehow... somehow, I've been given a second chance. It's nothing short of a miracle."

Lex raised an eyebrow, his expression guarded. He didn't like where this was going. "A second chance?" he repeated, the words rolling off his tongue as if testing their meaning. "You're going to have to explain yourself, because you're not making sense."

The man chuckled softly, a low, almost unsettling sound. "I know it's a lot to take in," he said, pacing slightly as he continued. "But let's just say I've been around long enough to know about people like you, Lex. You're a scientist, not afraid to get your hands dirty when it comes to achieving your goals. And I've heard... I've heard a lot about you. Your work. Your ambitions."

Lex's eyes narrowed, his curiosity piqued despite his better judgment. The man was definitely not just some random visitor. "I'm listening," he said, leaning back in his chair, his fingers steepled in front of his face.

The man paused, then turned fully to face him, the grin never fading. "You know, I could say I'm something of a scientist myself," he added, his voice dropping slightly as he gave Lex a meaningful look. "A very... specialized scientist."

Lex's mind raced, trying to piece together any possible connection. Who was this person? What did he want? But before he could ask more questions, the man took a step forward, his eyes locking with Lex's.

"My name... is Norman Osborn."

Norman's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with a dark, almost predatory light. "And I think we could accomplish some very... interesting things together."

END OF CHAPTER 3: BALANCE

BGM: Justice League Unlimited - End Credits Theme

Flash: What is the author cooking?!

Batman: Nothing, apparently.

Flash: You're just mad that the author didn't give you any lines for this chapter.

Green Lantern: If it makes you feel any better, Bruce, I didn't get any lines either.

Hawkgirl: Yeah, same here.

Martian Manhunter: Our time will come, I'm sure of it.

Aquaman: Weren't we supposed to be explaining the next chapter?

Superman: Oh man, I think you're right!

Next time on Distorted Justice!

An Unexpected Encounter

Spider-Man: I feel like I'm not gonna like this…

Wonder Woman: Stay hopeful, Spider-Man.

Author's Note: Alright, guys. Chapter 3 is done! I hope y'all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. And if you did happen to enjoy this chapter, then make sure to give this fic a FOLLOW AND A FAVORITE! Don't forget to READ AND REVIEW! Stay safe, and I'll see you guys next time. Peace.