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Peter Parker was tired.
Peter Parker fell onto his bed as light as he could without reopening his wounds, and he had a lot of them.
He went through a lot today, six different major rouge fights in one day and stopping a bunch of petty theft.
He was very tired, which if you had been stabbed with Scorpions newest neurotoxin, almost had his back, along with the rest of his bones, broken by The Kingpin, having to stop Doc Oc from stealing some random tech, stoping another of his stupid clones from being an evil psycho, Ect. Ect.
Anyways, he was tired.
He was so tired that he didn't realize Mephisto hovering over his bed.
"Goodbye little spider~!" Mephisto laughed as he brought a golden knife down onto the sleeping spider.
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Cassandra Cain was confused.
It was a while since the last time Talia Al Ghul had gotten in contact with her "dad." She couldn't exactly tell what they were saying, mainly because Talia was on Bruce's phone, but what she did pick up on was that something important was stolen, something dangerous from her. She got this mainly from his body language.
Another thing was that it has something to do with one of her "brothers," Jason.
She tried to get some more info, but Bruce looked her way and shooed her off.
Now Cassandra was confused and worried. What was stolen? Did Jason steal it?
No... it couldn't of been Jason, if it was Bruce would of called him.
Cassandra sighed and put on her hero suit; she had a couple, her old Batgirl and Black Bat costumes, and the one she put on. When she had this one on she went by "Orphan."
As she was mounting her bike to go onto patrol, another one of her brothers came up to her. Her little brother Tim Drake.
Tim Drake signed goodbye to her.
Cassandra studied Tim for a moment, looking at his body language before nodding and signing, "Bye, make sure to get some sleep."
Tim huffed and puffed as he went to Bruce.
Cassandra silently laughed to herself before turning on her bike and leaving the Bat-Cave.
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Peter was disgusted.
When he had woken up he was in some sort of green liquid.
It didn't feel right and he couldn't get out, no matter how much he thrashed and squirmed.
His spider-senses were not helping one bit. In fact if anything, they were making it worse. They were screaming "danger!" so loud that Peter couldn't think.
Eventually, peters hand reached the surface and he pulled himself out of the green viscous liquid.
"Gross." Peters voice came out more horse than normal.
Peter looked around, he was in some sort of Lab. It looked abandoned but it was definitely a lab.
He then looked back at where he got out of, it was some sort of big swamp like cocoon.
Peter looked down on himself, semi relived to see his suit was still on.
Not so much on the fact it was kinda green now, but he could work with that later.
What he needed to work on right now is what in the world was setting off his spider sense. Normally it would point him in the direction the possible danger was coming from. But today, it was going haywire, saying everywhere was danger. But that was impossible.
Another problem, he didn't know where he was.
He looked around at the things in the room. Broken vials, thrown around papers, tipped over file cabinets, newspapers, the weird cocoon swamp thing he just came out off (was he a butterfly-man now?)
Wait, the newspaper should say what city he was in!
Peter picked up the newspaper and read it.
"Bruce Wayne funds new homeless shelter- Written by Viki Vale of Gotham Gazette"
...Gotham?
Peter looked back on all the geography classes he ever took. Gotham didn't sound familiar? And neither did the name Bruce Wayne.
What was happening?!