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Puppy Rescue! by Rainbowfish3
Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Batman - All Media Types, Batman: Wayne Family Adventures (Webcomic)
20 Aug 2024
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While walking home from school, Peter finds an injured puppy.
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- Part 7 of Peter Grayson
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21 Feb 2026
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For the next two weeks, Peter visited Aqua at the shelter every day.
He would play with her and give her treats. Each time he saw her she got stronger and more use to having three legs.
But today was different, the one thing Peter was dreading the most.
“I’m sorry, Aqua was adopted this morning.” The lady at the counter stated with a frown.
“Oh.” Was all Peter could muster up to say. He didn’t realize until now how much he got attached to Aqua.
Peter walked home less happier then usual.
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Peter slowly walks in the apartment, closing the door behind him.
There was barking.
Barking? We don’t have a dog…?
Peter looks up to see a familiar three legged pit bull puppy running at him.
“Aqua!?” The boy shouts as he drops to his knees. The puppy jumps into his lap. Peter holds her close to his chest, letting out tears he didn’t know he was holding back.
“I hope those are happy tears.” Dick laughs as he knelt beside the two.
“What-What made you get her?” Peter sniffles.
“You’re not the only one who visited her.” Dick says rubbing the pup’s head. “She grew on me, I’ve been thinking about getting us a dog anyways.”
“You should of told me!” Peter laughs. “I thought I was never going to see her again!”
“I’m sorry. I wanted to surprise you.” The older man smiles at him.
“I don’t really like the name Aqua. How about Haley?” The raven asks.
“Haley?”
“After the circus I grew up in. Haly’s Circus.”
“It’s perfect.” Peter smiles back.
“I gotta call uncle Dami. He needs to meet Haley!”
“If he’s coming over today, tell him he’s invited to dinner.”
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There’s Fun In Funeral! by Rainbowfish3
Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Batman - All Media Types, Batman: Wayne Family Adventures (Webcomic)
18 Aug 2024
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Peter has gathered the bat family to participate in a pretend funeral.
Dick is very concerned.
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- Part 6 of Peter Grayson
Bookmarked by Regulus_Marauder78
21 Feb 2026
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Dick Grayson loves his son dearly. Peter is the love of his life, the sun that chases storm clouds away. He would die for this boy. Every parent says their child is so smart and creative, but Peter is truly that. His kid could understand complex ideas that no child could. While other kids would want a coloring book, his child would want those math workbooks for kids. Peter can sit at the table for hours, finishing the booklet and get all the right answers without cheating.
Peter was quick when learning how to read. Maybe a bit to quickly. A concept of learning the letters of the alphabet, to the sounds each letter makes is a lot for a child. Let’s not forget that putting two letters together can make very different sounds. There are vowels and consonants, sight words, silent letters. Learning to read can take few years for a child to master. Peter on the other hand, just knew how to read by the time he was 3-years-old.
His boy is gonna be a genius!
What Dick is trying to say is that he loves his son no matter what, but he’ll still questions about his kid’s creativity.
Peter has got the whole family gathered in the family room to hold a pretend funeral.
That’s right, a funeral.
Who’s funeral was it?
The funeral is for a random yellow bear plushie that Peter has named Quentin Beck.
Where did that name come from?
Peter convinced everyone to wear black. The family sat on the sofa has Peter gives his speech.
“Here lies, Quentin Beck. Beck was not a good bear. No one liked him and he died alone.” Peter states.
Jason and Steph snort as they holds in their laugh. Dick just blinks. Damian and Cass nod in agreement?
“That’s harsh…” Duke mumbles to himself. Bruce and Barbara looked confused as Alfred pretends to wipe his eyes with a handkerchief.
“Beck was a bad friend and a liar. He manipulates people to get what he wants. He was known to be two-faced. He pretends to be your friend, he’ll be nice and tell you he’ll always help you. Than boom! He pushes you into an on coming train!” How Peter sounded, it sounds like he himself actually experienced it.
Is someone bullying him at school? Is this Beck kid someone Peter had a falling out with? Peter’s been acting normal, he hasn’t even mentioned having a bad day at school.
If so, is having a pretend funeral a healthy way to cope with it?
“He will do anything to destroy your life, even if you didn’t do anything to him.” Peter states. “We should be happy he’s dead. You all may come up and laugh at his corpse.”
The bear is resting in one of Bruce’s shoe boxes. Just looking innocent as it bears the crimes of a Quentin Beck.
Jason was first to pay his disrespect. “He had it coming.” Was all he said.
Damian went up and stared at the bear. “The jobs done.” He states. Peter gave him Monopoly money.
Did Damien pretend to assassinate the bear??
Steph punched the bear. “Square up! Oh you can’t! You’re dead!” She laughs in it’s face.
Cass flipped off the bear.
Duke starts roasting the bear. “Dumb bear! Winnie the Pooh wannabe! You don’t know the difference between honey and maple syrup!”
Bruce and Dick both blinked at the bear.
Babs just pretends to glare at it.
Alfred looked at it with disapproval.
Tim poured coffee (it was actually just water in a mug) on the bear.
“Now that we all paid our disrespects,” Peter closed the shoebox with the bear still inside. “It is time to cremate him.”
Peter takes the box and walks to the fireplace. There were no fire in the place, but Peter still places the box in the area and stepped back. As they all watch the box “burn”.
Yeah, Dick needs to have a talk with Peter.
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Take Your Grandchild To Work Day! by Rainbowfish3 for AWhoreInTheory
Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Batman - All Media Types
09 Sep 2024
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The justice League has seen some odd things, but Batman bringing a baby to a meeting wasn’t supposed to be one of those odd things.
Mostly flash finds it weird, while everyone is chill with it.
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- Part 11 of Peter Grayson
Bookmarked by Regulus_Marauder78
21 Feb 2026
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Peter looks at the green alien.
Do all aliens look human? Every alien I’ve seen always looks like a person.
“No.” J’onn looks straight at Peter. “Not all aliens look like people.”
WHAT!?
The infant looks at J’onn with wide eyes.
“Excuse me?” The infant’s grandfather quizzes at the green vigilante.
“Your grandson,” J’onn points at the baby. “Is quite curious. He wanted to know if all extraterrestrial beings looked human. I simply answered him.”
YOU CAN READ MY MIND!??
“Did… Did he actually asked that?” Bruce questioned. A bit taken aback by his teammates statement.
J’onn looks at Batman. “Yes,” He looks back at the baby. “And yes I can read your thoughts little one.”
“WAH!?” Peter cries out, his pacifier falling out of his mouth.
Both the other heroes jump at the baby’s outburst. Clark catches the pacifier before it hits the ground.
“He’s intelligent, far beyond any average human infant is capable of.” The green hero states.
“What dose that mean?” Batman’s eyebrows knit together.
Stop reading my mind! My Grandpa is gonna hate me!
Fear struck Peter right in the chest. The mind reader is going to tell his grandfather everything! He’s reincarnated, he’s mentally 18, his family is gone get suspicious of him! Dad might stop loving him!
I don’t want dad to hate me…
Tears well up in the infant’s eyes as he lips wobble.
Daddy…
The infant begins to cry.
I don’t want daddy to hate me…
The three men stare at the baby in concern. “Peter? What’s wrong?” Batman asks the baby as he holds him closer to his chest. Superman gives the infant back his pacifier.
“I may have embarrassed him…” Martian Man hunter admits.
Batman just glares at the green alien.
Said green alien walks away quickly.
“It’s alright, chum.” Bruce says as he rubs comforting circles on Peter’s back. “Let’s go home, I think your dad should be home by now.”
The Batmobile parks in the Batcave. Dick walks toward is father, still in his suit without the domino mask. Bruce carefully takes the car seat out the vehicle with Peter still in it.
“So I heard the big bad bat had a baby with him during a Justice League meeting.” Dick grins at his father, then at his son, who makes happy babbles as he sees him.
“I thought it would be nice to take him out.” Bruce says smoothly.
Dick takes the infant out the car seat, holds him close to his chest. Peter pats his father’s chest happily.
“Did you have fun with pop-pop?” He asks the baby before kissing his face.
“Clark sent me a picture of you two at the meeting, quite the sight.” Dick says. “Apparently you said there was no one to watch him, even though Alfred is here.” The man grins at his father who put the car seat away.
“They don’t know that.” Bruce says.
“J’onn probably knows.” Dick playfully argues. “But I’m not sure an important league meeting is the best place to have a grandparent day at.”
“You’re probably right, but it made the meeting more fun.”
Dick just laughs.
“To answer your question I need to give you some context, human infants don’t have much thoughts. They don’t fully understand language, they lack a conscience.” J’onn explains. “Peter how ever, understands language. He’s able to think in full sentences. He appears to have a good memory, able to keep track of everyone’s hero names. Peter understands the concept of right and wrong, that’s why he stopped chewing on Clark’s cape.”
“Because he realized he wasn’t supposed to do that.” Bruce finished.
“Exactly.”
The eldest Wayne hums as he puts his hand in his face.
Peter doesn’t think like a normal baby? Could it be because of his enhanced DNA? Is this something he needs to worry about in the future.
“It’s nothing to worry about.” J’onn interrupts his train of thought. “I can almost hear your thoughts over the phone.”
“I never took you as someone with a sense of humor.” Bruce comments with a small smile.
“Even if you don’t particularly show it, I know you care deeply when it’s about your family.” The Martian states. “Your grandson loves you very much and wouldn’t do something that would anger you on purpose.”
“He dose love his dad more.” J’onn continues. “Can’t just let what I just say increase your ego.”
Bruce couldn’t help bet laugh. “You just couldn’t let me have that?”
“Absolutely not.” The Martian answered. “Anymore questions?”
“No. Thank you, J’onn.” Bruce hangs up and continues to smile.
So his grandchild is smart? The man couldn’t be anymore prouder.
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Hot Ones: Spider-Man Tries Not to Spill His Secrets While Eating Hot Wings by Jenniboo311
Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types
22 Nov 2021
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Sean laughs and continues as he opens the bottle and dabs a little on his wing, "Now Spidey, this is called 'the last dab', as you know. For the viewers at home, it's called 'the last dab' because it's tradition around here to put a little extra on the last wing, but you don't have to, we won't judge if you can't handle it."
Spider-Man doesn't hesitate, "Yes you will. You'll totally judge. Hit me!" and holds out his hand for the bottle.
Sean laughs as Spider-Man dabs extra on his wing and agrees, "I mean yeah, we totally would."
Spider-Man takes a deep breath and tries to gather his courage. "God, I'd rather get yeeted into the Hudson again. At least I'd stop sweating."
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- Part 1 of Hot Ones: Avengers in the Hot Seat
- Part 1 of Social Butterfly Spidey
- Part 53 of Jenniboo311's Fanart
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20 Feb 2026
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"Well what if you lose the mask?"
Spider-Man shrugs, "If they're close enough to manage to relieve me of my mask without a fight I've got bigger problems."
They both laugh and Sean nods and concedes the point.
"Okay Spidey, let's get this party started! Good luck!"
Spider-Man reaches up to carefully fold the mask up over his mouth to reveal a chiseled jaw, light stubble, and a gentle, friendly grin.
"It would be a bit difficult to eat wings with a mask over my mouth."
Sean looks intrigued at seeing even this much of his face and a bit surprised, "My God, that jawline could cut glass!"
Spider-Man gives a surprised laugh that reveals even, white teeth, and a faint flush creeps up his neck. He settles on an embarrassed smirk and brings his hand up to drag down his jaw, "Thanks, I think?"
"Wow, did I really just get Spider-Man to blush?"
Spider-Man shrugs awkwardly, "I'm not use to getting compliments on my face since I've always got my mask on, usually people comment on my ass."
"I mean, it's a great ass!" Sean quips teasingly.
They both laugh and Sean is obviously joking and trying to rile him up but it works and Spider-Man flushes darker and shakes his head in embarrassed resignation.
"It's the spandex! Not much left to the imagination unfortunately."
"Or fortunately, depending on who you ask!"
Sean perks up in interest, "So the voice I'm hearing right now in studio is your real voice?"
Spider-Man grins cheekily and jests, "Yes! Aren't you lucky?!"
Sean claps a dramatic but genuine hand to his chest, "I am! I feel so privileged!"
Spider-Man's cheeky grin softens into a flattered smile and his eyes narrow in delight, "I wasn't too worried because I knew that I didn't know anybody that works here on your set so nobody will recognize my real voice. And everybody watching at home will just hear the Spidey-voice." Spider-Man's grin sharpens, "And hey, if you guys end up recognizing me somehow anyway, you've all signed NDAs."
Sean snaps his fingers in feigned disappointment, "Oh man! So if I happen to meet you while you're in your civvies and I recognize your voice I can't acknowledge you?"
"I mean, I'd probably make eye contact and smirk at you when no one is looking because I'm a little shit. But otherwise I'd pretend not to know you."
They both share a laugh.
They eat their seventh wing and Spider-Man looks confused for a moment.
Sean smirks knowingly, "Wait for it."
Spider-Man cocks his head curiously and after a moment his mouth drops open in shock and the lenses on his mask bulge comically as he exclaims, "Jesus fuck!"
Sean laughs hysterically and clutches his chest at the sudden and uncharacteristic profanity.
Spider-Man claws at his throat and wails, "Oh my God that is so much hotter. Why is this so fucking hot? Why would you do this to me? You're an asshole, Sean."
The crew behind the cameras can't help but join in the laughter and Spider-Man grips the table white knuckled until the metal groans and dents inwards slightly and he releases it.
Spider-Man jolts and apologizes profusely, "Sorry! So sorry! I'll pay for that!"
Sean waves him off as he gushes, "Are you kidding? We'll keep it as a badge of honor. Dented by Spider-Man himself after calling me an asshole!"
Spider-Man laughs desperately and shakes his head in disbelief and gasps before chugging the rest of his water and pouring another glass.
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Dark Matter by mysterycyclone
Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe
19 Jun 2024
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The last thing Peter sees is Tony's horrified, heartbroken expression leaning over him. The guilt in his eyes is almost worse than the burning pain that's taking Peter apart piece by piece. The world starts to go dark.
There's a flash of gold and green. For one moment, he finds himself standing amongst the Guardians and others. And then darkness again. It feels like blinking; an extended period of nothingness that ends as abruptly as it begins. One moment there’s nothing, the next there’s light.
“Easy,” a woman says. Her words are gentle, and carry a slight accent that he can’t place. "I'm called Wonder Woman. What's your name?"
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- Part 1 of Dark Matter Multiverse
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“FRIDAY, catch!”
The pod suit snaps to life. It launches itself off of the platform, threading a neat trail through a flock of outriders and the Black Order. It encases him within seconds, and a small, familiar HUD appears as the helmet. He launches a web across the room and swings away from the aliens and outriders altogether. Across the universe, spanning a distance of time and space Tony couldn’t have ever dreamed of, the Iron Spider catches Peter and saves him from certain death for a second time.
“Web shooters engaged. Tanks resting at seventy percent,” FRIDAY reports.
Peter snaps his arms out and flicks his wrists. Thick ropes of web fluid shoot out. One reaches the ceiling. The other splats across the horned woman’s eyes. She staggers back, cursing, reaching up to cut the webbing with her weapon. Peter simultaneously yanks himself back onto the catwalk and flings the horned woman over the side of it and onto the ground below. She falls, too startled by the suit and Peter’s return to formulate a counterattack. She does call him quite a few names as she falls.
“Suit integrity at seventy-five percent. Some of your armor has been compromised, but the suit is more than battle ready,” FRIDAY reports. His vision sharpens as FRIDAY adjusts the mask’s eyes for him. She continues, her tone warm and welcoming, shifting just enough that he almost mistakes her for Karen. “Hello, Peter. It’s good to see you again. Hostiles incoming.”
That’s all she says. Tony’s biggest hurdle with the Spider suits has always been working out Peter’s danger sense and how to best support it. That particular sense has only started to grow stronger in recent days. FRIDAY’s warning helps focus where the danger is. She doesn’t do more than highlight where the threat is coming from; Tony can read five separate screens at once without being overwhelmed with information, but Peter doesn’t have that particular gift.
FRIDAY alerts him to danger. Peter matches each threat with web or fist, and leaps towards one of the larger dark machines.
“Oh my god, I have missed Stark tech!” Peter crows, dropping onto one of the alien computers and crushing it beneath his feet. The suit isn’t as heavy as Tony’s, but nanite armor isn’t light either. Peter rolls his shoulders, turning away from the crowd of broken outriders behind him and enters a crouch, bracing himself for a leap. FRIDAY helpfully highlights the most dangerous looking individuals and offers angles of attack. The eyes of his suit flash blue-white as FRIDAY finishes booting up. “Spider-Man is back.”
“You think one Avenger is enough to stop the tide?” Ebony Maw shouts, clearly furious by Peter’s strike. And a little shaken; it’s clear the guy hasn’t been punched very much in his life.
“Depends on the Avenger,” Peter shouts back, ducking down and around the nearest monsters. Every time he gets close to Signal, ten more appear and chase him off. If it comes to it, he could fight through the crowd, but that’s a deathtrap. They’ll overwhelm him with numbers alone, drag him down by weight and number before he manages to free him. Dammit, he needs to think of something--
“There will be no fight,” Ebony Maw growls.
“Awesome!” Peter shouts, interrupting whatever the hell the alien is about to snarl at him with a web bomb. The sticky fluid tangles up another wave of outriders, and his follow up shots of web fluid slap across Ebony Maw’s face, blinding him just long enough for Peter to duck out of view. “In that case, I accept your surrender! Call off your goons, let my friends go, and we’ll have you arrested in no time!”
“Insolent child--”
“God, I hear that one a lot,” Peter mutters, sheltering himself behind Nightwing and Red Hood’s prison pod while he checks his web fluid levels. Half a tank left. That’s not exactly ideal. He’s going to have to be more sparing with this stuff. Nightwing watches him helplessly, clearly frustrated. Peter idly knocks on his tank, scanning the warehouse-turned-alien invasion staging point. “Hold that thought, Nightwing, I’ve got an alien invasion to fend off. You can yell at me for accidentally stitching a giant bullseye on your suit once I kick this guy’s ass.”
Red Hood punches the glass near Peter’s head, hard. It doesn’t crack the thick glass, but it does get Peter’s attention (and scares the hell out of him, good god does that man move fast). Peter startles in place, looking at the other hero through the glass.
Red Hood points at the weird green rock again, mimics Peter’s web shooting motion, and then leans back as if reeling in a fishing line. The message is pretty clear: throw something at it, dumbass.