Chapter 1-2

It was around eight o'clock when work was officially over for him. He bought a Sbarro cheese pizza for himself and left with several tips given to him by several customers. He arrived home by walking and when he made it up to his apartment building, he was not expecting birthday banners to be hanging over his head when he walked into the room.

"Surprise, Davey," Misa cheered.

His 'friend', Eddie Brock, was standing beside his mother and waving at David. "Welcome home, Davey."

His apartment hadn't been decorated excessively, just birthday banners that said 'Happy Birthday, Davey' or 'Happy 16' were hanging on the walls and ceiling and there was a red and black birthday cake presented to him on the table. He looked around the room and spotted only his mother and Eddie present.

Only two people, am I early for the party?

"Thanks, guys," David said, "You didn't have to go out of your way to do this."

You didn't have to go out of your way to buy something for a birthday party I don't care about. If you really loved me as you both say, then you would've gotten me sixteen birthday cakes.

Misa said, "I wanted to invite your friend, Felicia, but she wasn't available."

Not surprised.

"I helped your mother pay for the cake," Eddie said.

"Oh, from those Spidey pics you take for the Daily Bugle?"

Eddie begrudgingly nodded.

"Why do you keep working there? I know that you are a supporter of Spider-Man but why do you continue to work there?"

"They're the only newspaper company that pays for my Spider-Man photos. The Daily Globe is an international newspaper company so they wouldn't accept my photos."

"I understand," David said, "Let's not fret over trivial things. I brought back a pizza for you, Mom. I got your favorite from Sbarro."

"Did you get me one?" Eddie asked.

"No," David said dryly, "I don't know what kind of pizza you like."

"We've been friends since eighth grade."

No, you've been my source of entertainment since eighth grade.

"We've been to Peter Piper Pizza in California and Chuck E. Cheese dozens of times here in New York. You never noticed what kind of pizza I always asked for?"

David had a blank expression on his face. His mother went quiet and looked from David to Eddie.

This is awkward.

"Uh…" David stuttered, "Pepperoni?" Eddie didn't respond. "Mushroom? Cheese? Anchovies?"

"It doesn't matter man," Eddie laughed, "I'm just busting your chops."

"Well, my chops are busted."

I wonder what Eddie would say if he knew I was Spider-Man. Probably something like 'What, you're Spider-Man? I've been getting paid because of you, this paycheck is yours and if I'm promoted, you still get my salary.' One can dream.

"Let's just get down to business," David insisted.

"But it's Friday, we can party all night," Eddie said.

"You're right."

I want him to leave. If he stays then he'll be glued to me until midnight when I'm sixteen and one day old. I want to enjoy the company of Black Cat, not him.

David sat down at the table and they sang Happy Birthday to him before cutting the cake. He got the slice of cake that had 'David' written in red and black frosting. He savored each bite of the cake as he began contemplating his next course of action.

He looked at Eddie, who was eating his own slice of cake.

How can I get rid of Eddie? Of course, I could be blunt and tell him to mind his own business and leave but I'm supposed to be in a good mood on my birthday. More importantly, it'll look suspicious if I tell my 'best friend' to take a hike on my birthday.

He looks at his mother.

There's another problem: Mom; She knows that I'm a psychopath. If I tell Eddie to leave then she'll start to wonder what is going on with me. If Eddie leaves and I retire to my room, she'll get suspicious and probably check up on me. If she looks in my room and sees that I'm not there, then it would make things awkward for me.

"How's your girlfriend, Anne, been doing?" he asked.

Eddie paused and rubbed the back of his head subconsciously. "She's doing well. We've been spending time together, going to the movies, and we're not in a relationship."

"Did you ever make it to second base?"

Truth is, I have no idea what second base is; I only know it as a baseball term.

"I don't feel comfortable talking about that while we're eating," Eddie said nervously, "I'll tell you when you take things to the next level with your girlfriend. If you're going to pursue her, try a different tactic."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," David said slyly, "Felicia likes me, she's just too proud to admit it. You'll see, by the end of the year, she'll belong to me."

"She's a woman, not a toy you can just claim."

If I can make Black Cat fall for me, then I can get Felicia Hardy to fall for me. I've built a profile around Felicia so I should be able to tactically plan a date that'll make her fall head over heels down the stairs for me.

"She acts like she's not interested in me but that's all an act. She loves me and I'll prove it. In fact, I'll be meeting up with her parents."

"Really?" Eddie said in a disbelief tone, "Is that really happening."

"It is. She said that I can meet her parents if she meets mine. She already met Mom so I can meet her parents."

"We've met," Misa said, "I remember Felicia, she's a sweet girl."

And if you remember correctly, Mom, she's a woman and you told me that women are perceptive.

"You remember how I taught you to act around a girl?" she asked, "Manners, everything."

Mother was the one who taught me how a gentleman should behave around ladies. I'm a charming person thanks to her.

"I'm like a book, Mom, you write something in me, it's permanent."

I just don't want to be read like an open book.

This dinner conversation lasted for maybe one more hour before Eddie checked his watch and set his utensils aside.

"I'm afraid I must be going now," Eddie said, "If I'm not home in the next hour then my Mom's going to kill me."

"You gotta love your mothers they say," David said, "I mean, they love you." The tone in which he said it was dry and sounded almost robotic. He changed his tone when he said, "That's what my Mom always said."

David gets up from his chair and he walks Eddie to the door. "Take care, Eddie," he said, opening the door for him, "You're going to need it."

Eddie looked at him and narrowed his eyes. "Why would I need luck?"

"New York is a rough place, especially at night. Who knows, you might come across a gang and get saved by Spider-Man."

David inwardly smirks.

"I hope that does happen," Eddie said, "So I can meet my hero once more." He looked over his shoulder at Misa, who was still sitting at the table with her back turned to him, "Thanks for inviting me, Mrs. Dante." He turns to his friend. "Happy birthday."

David pats him on the back before his friend departs. David shuts the door softly before locking up both locks. He turns and sighs as he presses his back to the door, rubbing his palms over his forehead and wiping away sweat.

"That's Eddie," David chuckled, "A real Spider-Man fanboy. Still, he's a good friend for coming over."

Misa said nothing. She slowly turned her head over her shoulder and spotted David at the door. "Can you come to sit down so we can talk?"

Notice: She said it as a question so I have the right to refuse.

"I'm kinda tired-"

"Right now!"

David's eyes widened.

I've definitely never seen her raise her voice. This type of behavior is unpredictable for my Mom. One of the benefits of my mother was that she was a predictable, scheduled woman with the same tone and speech patterns. I can even predict the most likely words she'll say spending on her emotional state but I've never seen this before.

David slowly walks over to the table and he sits down in the same chair he sat previously. He put his elbows on the table and looked at his mother, whose eyes were gazing downward at the table as if he was reading from a will and testament.

What could this be about? Does she know my secret? Does she know that I am Spider-Man?

"I've…" she started, her eyes rising to gaze into his, "Been noticing some unusual patterns. In you, of course."

Patterns? I've stuck to the same schedule every day since I became Spider-Man. There's no way she could've figured me out. What could she mean?

"David, I know your secret and that you are 'different' from most people. But that doesn't change the fact that I love you. It is because I love you that I watch out for you and I can sense something different."

What could this be?

"Ever since our psychiatrist, Dr. Hamilton died…"

Do you mean the Green Goblin?

"I haven't been able to pay for another psychiatrist because of the shifts I have to work. I am aware that you have sadistic 'urges' that cause you to commit unspeakable acts. Like torture or even a strong desire to kill. We always said that if you ever felt these urges you would come to us and we would solve them together."

David's breathing became shallow. He tapped his foot against the carpeted floor and his right index finger was slightly twitching.

What is this…?

"What have you been taking your urges out on?"

What?

"With Dr. Hamilton dead, you can't receive therapy and in the last year, you've not come to me to tell me about your urges. It's like your urges have completely vanished out of thin air and you haven't done anything outwardly to indicate that you need a psychiatrist."

There's no way she knows I'm Spider-Man, there's no possible way. She doesn't know that I'm Spider-Man. Even if she does, she'll love me regardless. I mean, parents love their children regardless but would she love her son if he was a serial killer?

"I can only come to one conclusion: You have been taking your urges out on something. Before, when you had urges, Dr. Hamilton made arrangements for you to go to the pound to put down animals. You haven't been to the pound in over a year."

David's eyes widened for a brief second before he forced them shut.

Is this really happening?

"David, I ask you, as your mother, what have you been taking your urges out on?"

The air in the room suddenly became cold. It felt like there was a lump in David's throat that was blocking off his breathing. A furnace lit inside his head that caused him to sweat like a pig.

I don't know what to say. I should've known something like this would happen; I've not been to a therapy session since I killed the Green Goblin and Mom has been working multiple shifts to pay the bills. She was probably getting worried that I might've taken my urges out on something but the fact that I haven't mentioned an urge in a year is cause for greater suspicion than having an urge. If I'm not careful with what I say, it would be my downfall. I have to think of the answers carefully, otherwise, she'll see through my lies and imagine the worst. The tricky thing is that she is my mother and has known me ever since I escaped from her umbilical prison.

He took a deep breath.

What if I told her I was Spider-Man?

David looked at his mother and rubbed the back of his neck in a similar fashion to Eddie. "I take it out on criminals. I'm Spider-Man."

Misa gasps and falls over.

"Are you dead?"

David looked at his mother and rubbed the back of his neck in a similar fashion to Eddie. "I take it out on criminals. I'm Spider-Man."

Misa pulls out a whistle and blows it. "He's Spider-Man!"

Police invade the house and arrest him.

David looked at his mother and rubbed the back of his neck in a similar fashion to Eddie. "I take it out on criminals. I'm Spider-Man."

"No," she cried and sobbed.

David looked at his mother and rubbed the back of his neck in a similar fashion to Eddie. "I take it out on criminals. I'm Spider-Man."

She took out a gun and shot David square in the head.

David's eyes widened.

These are only four out of eight possible scenarios. I won't tell her I'm Spider-Man. Having a son as a dog killer is one thing but a son who is the serial killing Spider-Man is another.

"I…" he started before holding back and sucking in a deep breath, "I take my urges out on…"

Criminals, drugs?

"Felicia."

She stared at him with a confused brow.

"I take my urges out on Felicia."

She stares at him, eyes widen, fearing the worst.

"I sleep with Felicia," he sighed, "I release my urges by sleeping with Felicia."

I did not think this one through… but I already 'spun a web', I just have to complete it.

"A few weeks after Dr. Hamilton passed away, Felicia kept checking on me to make sure that nothing was wrong with me. She was very concerned about me. I thought, 'Why is she still bothering with her time in checking on me?' I'm psychically fine. Then, a month or two later, the urges started to come back and I had no therapist to tell but Felicia was there. I thought I was going to kill her but… I don't know how but… it just happened. I blacked out and I woke up in Felicia's bed, naked with her beside me. It was pretty obvious that we had done the deed but when I woke up, that feeling of a balloon about to burst in my head, the urges, they were gone, as if they never existed."

"What are you saying?"

"Sex. Sex is how I get rid of these urges. I have sex with Felicia to rid myself of the urges. And in case you're wondering, we practice... S&M. Don't worry, it's all consensual, and... she kinda likes it when I tie her up and smack her. And we make sure to have a safeword so the other knows when to stop. When she uses the safeword, I stop instantly because if I go too far, then it'll look bad on me and I'd rather not deal with any hassle. So, there ya go: I take out my sadistic urges with... hot, erotic BDSM sessions with Felicia."

I can only hope that she buys it. If I start using statistics like psychos have strong sex drives then it'll be obvious that I'm trying to logic to back up my statement and no rational reason.

"That's the story you want to go with?" Misa asked.

"If you don't trust me then put a wire on me."

She studied him. "Is that the story you want to stick to?"

"Yes."

She regarded him carefully before picking herself up and putting the dishes in the dishwater. "Are you having any urges right now?"

Oh yes, and I'm craving a Black Cat.

"Would you believe me if I said yes?"

She eyed him suspiciously.

It was late at night by the time both David and Misa turned in. David had climbed into his bed and kept his eyes shut for at least an hour before he opened one eye up and studied his darkroom. His apartment was quiet, too quiet for anyone to be awake and when he looked at his alarm clock, it read ten at night and his mother was always asleep by ten.

Time for David to play.

He hops out of bed and reaches for his backpack.

He leaps out of his bedroom window in his Spider-Man costume.

He fell several stories from his bedroom window before he shot a web out and swung from it. He flew through the city, swinging from web to web, performing risky moves such as swinging between a truck and the container on its back or even doing the loop-de-loop on his favorite crane.

In the dead of night, Spidey had never felt more peaceful. This is who he truly was: The web-swinging, wall-crawling, red-and-black costume-wearing serial killer of serial killers of New York City. Some people hated him and demanded he is brought to justice while others acclaimed him and demanded that he bring justice. But tonight wasn't about justice.

Tonight was about ravishing his girlfriend, the only other superpowered beings in the world aside from him.

He swung in one direction, leaping and swinging between buildings, and followed the same pattern before he landed on the roof of a building that had a pool on top.

He landed on his feet inches away from the pool and stood straight.

He cranes his head and looks up into the night sky where hundreds, millions of stars filled the empty nothing above them. His look transferred from nothingness in outer space to the full moon.

What a fat moon that is. A fat, white, circular, ginormous moon that looks to be made of cheese. Oh man, if the moon was made of cheese, I would become an astronaut to take a bite out of it.

"Hey there, Spider."

Spidey's back stiffened. "There's only one person with that sexy, feline voice."

"I hope you weren't thinking of someone else."

He turned and was met face-to-face with the Bringer of Bad Luck herself, Black Cat.

She was sitting in a beach chair near the edge with her right leg over her left.

"Sight-seeing?" she asked.

"Oh, I most certainly am," Spidey responded, "Have you ever looked at the moon? It's big, fat, and does nothing but look at us like we're ants, every night for the rest of our lives."

"Can't handle the fact of something constantly watching you?" She climbs off the chair and approaches him. She drags a finger across his spider symbol.

"I could say the same to you, dashing, dazzling, delicious Black Cat."

"What a name," she purred, "You're not trying just saying that to get in my pants, are you?"

He shrugged.

"You better not," she said seductively before moving over to the edge and perched down on the rails. "You know what they say when you cross a black cat's path."

She shot her wrist out and a hook from her wrist launched out onto another building. She swings off in a similar manner to Spider-Man.

Swinging from something shot from her wrists, she is such a 'copycat'.

Spidey leaps over the railings and swings after her, following her wherever she swings throughout the city. He catches up to her and they swing together, side-by-side. When they shot their webs/hooks into buildings, they swung together at the same pace, matching each other's speed. However, because Spidey had the superior form of swinging across New York City, he had to slow his roll and allow time for Black Cat's hooks to shoot out.

Spidey suddenly grabbed Black Cat by the waist with his left hand and wrapped his right arm around her chest.

"Let's fall together," he said, "Let me swing you this time."

She wraps her hands around his neck and shoulders tightly, her head subconsciously resting against his chest.

Without looking, he shot a web out and he swung over like a pendulum up and rocketing towards the top of a building with twenty-five stories. He carefully landed on the roof and carefully put Black Cat down.

"Thanks, Spider," she said, "For a second, I thought you were going to drop me."

"How could I drop my girlfriend?" he asked in mock offense, "You already love me so there's no reason to make you fall for me."

Would she still like me if she knew that Spider-Man was David Dante?

She chuckled. "I guess that's true in a way."

Before she could say anymore, Spidey pulled his mask up to expose his mouth, grabbed Black Cat by her cheeks, and pulled her in for a kiss.

Black Cat's eyes widened and her face reddened. After a few seconds, she became lost in the kiss and grabbed the back of Spidey's head and pulled him in to deepen the kiss.

Kisses are wet and sloppy. Sure, tasting someone's cherry lipgloss is nice but it's just unsanitary. Who knows what food is stained to their lips or how dry they may be? Who knows what diseases that person might be carrying? But, if kisses warm up a girl's heart then I'll just play the part.

"We're on a rooftop," Spidey said, "A rather tall one; No one is going to see us."

"It has been a while since we did the deed," she said, "I don't like making love on rooftops."

"We've done it before."

Before she could say anymore, she dove right in for another kiss.

Psychopaths have a strong sex drive.

Spidey unzipped her catsuit.

However, unlike regular humans, we use sex for power.

Spidey took off his suit.

We always have to play the dominant role in sex acts and I like playing the dominant one.

He laid Black Cat on the ground.

A synonym for sex is making love.

He kissed her.

But what I'm doing is not out of love.

He removed her underwear.

I can't feel love.

He licked her cheeks.

All of this is just for pleasure.

He held himself above her.

Pleasure purely for myself.

He sank into her.

Sure, it's fun to mess with Black Cat and whatnot but deep down, I hold no emotional feelings for her.

He sighs in pleasure.

She is just to relieve some stress. I know that people would say that I have a cruel way of thinking but it is the truth.

She moans.

I don't have any emotional attachments to anybody, not even my mother or Felicia.

He built up a rhythm.

I protect and live with Mom out of family loyalty and I hang out with Black Cat purely for stress relief because living a triple life can be hard.

He opened his eyes and looked at Cat.

This is the price that comes with being born a psychopath.

His breaths heightened and his rhythm became erratic.

On one hand, if people knew that I was a psychopath, then they would always be looking at me and possibly arrested.

His body stiffened.

On the other hand, if people knew that I was Spider-Man, they'd give me a choice between life in prison or death sentence.

He climaxed.

To me, there is no difference between a life sentence and a death sentence.

Spidey pulled himself out of Black Cat and collapsed beside her. He pulled his mask down over his face so she wouldn't see a glimpse of the real him.

He picks up his costume and reapplies it. Black Cat does the same.

"Where do you see yourself a few years from now?" Black Cat suddenly asked with her back turned to him.

Spidey was caught off-guard. "I see myself with the same profession: A serial killer of serial killers."

"Don't you want to do anything with your life? Don't you want to start a family of your own?"

"Marriage, children?"

"Yeah," Black Cat said.

"Are you asking if I want to start a family with you? The answer is no."

"So, you don't want to become a father?"

"Babies are made with love and since I can't feel love, I can't have children."

His back was turned to her but he felt the smack of a hand against the back of his head.

"Just because you can't feel love doesn't mean you can't have children," she scolded.

She slapped me… again. I'd be mad if it wasn't so kinky.

"Why are you so interested in children all of a sudden?"

She looked away. "No reason. Just curious."

Okay then…. Weirdo.

"That's bad for cats."

Spidey readies his wrist to fire a web before she stops him by putting a hand on his shoulder.

"What do you want?"

"Can't we just stay here for the rest of the night, Spider?"

This is unusual behavior.

"Why?"

"I just want to be next to you."

Spidey smirks under his mask. "If that's what you want then I guess I can't complain."

He and Black Cat sat down against the edge of the roof and they cuddled, trying to keep the other warm from the cool breezy of the night's air.

If I didn't know any better then I would say that Black Cat is acting strange. It's almost as if something terrible happened to her in her personal life. First, she's asking me about children, then wanting to cling to me like I'm a boat in the middle of the ocean. This is one of the few times where I am completely lost. I have no empathy so therefore, I can only guess what she is thinking and even so, I have no idea how to react. I don't know if I should be happy, sad, or something else. I am completely in the dark on this one.

Spidey wraps his hands around Black Cat.

"What's going on?" Spidey asked, "You can tell me; I promise not to say anything." He holds up his hand. "Spider's honor."

She listened to the sound of his heart beating against her chest.

Maybe she's pregnant. I should ask but if I do, would the baby be mine?

"Are you…"

"No," she said sharply, "I'm not pregnant."

That's a relief. I would hate to be 'Demented Daddy David' or 'Super Spider Dad'.

"I'm worried about you," she said.

She's worried about me.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

She looked up at him. "A new enemy is heading your way," she said in worry, "One even more dangerous than the Green Goblin."

"Again, what is that supposed to mean, and why are you warning me?"

"Because I don't think you'll be able to walk away from this one alive. How many people have you killed?"

"Over a hundred."

"When this new enemy catches you, he is going to sentence you to death." She wrapped her hands around him. "I like spending time with you, Spider, and I would hate for you to be taken away from me."

"You got to calm down, Cat. If I can defeat the Green Goblin, I can defeat anybody."

"It's complicated this time. You kill only violent criminals and the Green Goblin fits that criteria."

"You're saying that this person is not a violent criminal? What is he then, a police officer?"

She hesitated. "I can't say."

He shrugged nonchalantly. "And in time, when I do meet him and come out on top, I will ask you how you knew."

"And I'll make sure to have an answer that satisfies you."

Spidey smiled under his mask. "Thank you."

She wrapped her hands tighter around his chest and pressed her ear to his heart. "I would really hate it if you died, Spider."

The first person to NOT wish death upon me.