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It's all just a giant blur.
One moment, he's in Tony's arms, his father's arms, Fading to dust, and the next he finds himself struggling to breathe.
He could've sworn he died. (yet he's not complete with the fact, yes, he did die.)
He can feel it registering in his brain as he accidentally coughs up some liquid, suddenly realizing he's suspended in it he quickly rises to the surface, A wave of panic engulfs him as he does.
Almost instantly after being met with the air, he coughed up the liquid in his mouth, hands clenching at the sides of the metal tub of sorts— or is it a pool?
The question presses itself further, where is he?
He's cold, his hair is drenched in green, he himself doesn't realize he's in weird substance until he gets out, checking himself, running his hands over his own body. he's basically just in his boxers and barely concious.
Why was he in so much green stuff anyway? isn't he supposed to be in heaven right now? or atleast he assumes he should be.
His spider senses don't prickle when he takes a moment to look around, a harsh ringing in his ears that typically would make his gasp in pain, but now it's just numbed out, he looks back to the vat of green shit he was in, then to his hands.
He looks over to the small chair next to him as he sees a small puck and realizes, his suit. he almost immediately grabs it, holding it close to him.
Mr. Stark. May. MJ. Ned. The Avengers, His family. what happened?
–is a question he'd answer himself, but at the moment he finds himself stumbling forward, hitting the floor and passing out.
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“Jason, do you copy?”
The question snaps Jason out of his daze, realizing he zoned out for some reason. Up until a few minutes ago, he didn't have this gnawing feeling at the back of his head when he crosses an abandoned building.
“Yeah. Whatever, yeah copy.” He rasps out, after glancing at said building.
He has time to spare, right?
“Good because you–” Oracle chimed, before Red Hood cut her off.
“Not at the moment. Found something suspicious, will update.” He doesn't give time for oracle to respond back when he mutes the earpiece, only taking a few large steps towards the doors and quickly kicking them down without struggle, ultimately making a large thud.
He doesn't typically give a rat's ass about these type of buildings, it's crime alley after all. But it doesn't look like he has a choice, not with the large itch in his head when he thinks about skipping over it.
Just get in, get out, No thoughts after.
Almost immediately, he starts walking around, there's not much light around, but it looks like the place was freshly ransacked, lights hanging with barely any flicker, walls torn and splattered with blood, Shattered glass tubes and vials of liquid make it difficult to walk, but Hood doesn't really give a fuck anyway.
He spontaneously treks further down the path, reaching darker halls and darker rooms. he can tell this was a facility of sorts with rooms labeled with names, and ever so often he'd walk past a room with chains made for holding something he's not quite sure of.
Not until he sees a faint green glow in the darkest parts of the broken facility.
A knot suddenly twists in his stomach, he can smell the wretched smell from even at the distance he stands at. It can't be.
But he's not a pussy, and that happened a long time ago.
So he walks, further, and further, and further. The ominous green light growing brighter with each wary step He takes. A hand is rested upon the handle of his gun, ready to pull it out at moment's notice.
And upon entering the room, he doesn't see anything past the vats of green fluid. The Lazarus Pits. he could tell, but these were not the ones he came from.
He feels almost sick to the stomach, his eyes narrowing under his mask. He's about to call it in, when he notices something at the end of the room. someone.
He almost freezes, before a foot infront of the other turns into quick sprinting to the end of said room, he slides to a stop when he sees someone laying on the ground.
Shit.
They're covered in the liquid, looks like they've been out for a good few minutes since he's arrived.
Shit.
He can see their face clearly, a small streak of their brunette curls tainted with the stain of the bone-colored hair.
Shit.
Jason's body moves forward almost instantly upon realizing, flipping over the person and pressing his fingers to their neck, desperately checking for a pulse.
He almost wishes this person would remain dead, but a part of him still can't believe someone managed to even get hold of whatever knockoff the green substance bubbling to his right, But a small relief washes him over, but even more quickly replaced with a snap back to his own instincts.
His free hand goes to the side of his helmet, the other busy holding the person close to him.
He could instantly hear Oracle's voice chiming from the other line, his voice is tense as he speaks.
“Someone brought back someone from the dead, and used the lazarus pits in the process.”
the silence is as dead as the person who did this.
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A tense silence befalls the bats as they all stood in the cave, You know it's serious when Batman himself seems suddenly more Alert. with the exception of spoiler, signal, orphan and Robin. The three older bats were sent to find more information, Robin is grounded.
Bruce finds himself more on guard, why? he doesn't exactly pinpoint it, but he knows it's something that has to do with His son literally being resurrected from the Pits, the fact came with all that grief because guess what? the first few things he did to him was fight his son.
Bruce doesn't want to remember that, Though none of that grief is voiced as he stands, fists curled and remaining as he is. Batman.
Oracle is in the cave too, strangely enough she says something for the whole cloud of bats to hear.
“I got something.” The orange-haired bat said aloud, earning a few footsteps gathering around her.
She ran it through the whole database, even maybe using The justice league's own satellites and Information, as well as from a few other government-affiliated things.
She pulled up a few files, Broadcasted on the batcomputer. It displayed the boy who was currently laying down in a cot in the cave, vitals being monitored by Tim, graciously enough. He was still watching, of course.
“Looks like the Zombie we have in our hands, is a 15 Year old Boy Named Peter Parker.” Barbara breathed out, rolling her wheels back a bit for the big bat to take a look.
The description says he lives in New York, though the neighborhood or part of new york says redacted, along with a few other things. What bothers him most is that the boy seems to have been marked dead since he was Nine.
The other Files are Funeral pictures, and A Death Certificate. It says the reason he died was due to some sort of robot malfunctioning, causing it to go haywire and accidentally kill the poor child.
“Scratch that. It doesn't look like we'll have anything unless we wake the guy up.” Dick calls out from behind, Jason backing him up for obvious reasons.
Both Tim and Babs fall silent as the other three seem to be set on what they want.
“We aren't sure if the guy will wake up hostile or not,” Bruce Reasons, his cowl pulled off and sitting on the edge of the desk.
“Please, he's fifteen. He looks harmless.” Jason scoffs, getting agitated over the fact that a kid was just ressurected like that. how did he even grow to look like a 15 year old if he died at nine?
“Jason's right, He couldn't know much if he was dead by nine.” Dick joins in, his eyebrows curl in both confusion and curiousity.
“They're not wrong.” Babs sides with the other two, leaving Bruce and his point alone.
With slight Apprehension in his eyes, Bruce eventually sighs, gesturing for Tim. “Do it, Tim.” The older man just gives up at this point.
Tim just shrugs, looking over at the boy who looks his age, just a few years younger.
“Fine. But I'm leaving after.” Tim seems tense, before pushing something into the plastic tube struck by a needle into the boy's arm, Babs gently nodding in agreement.
“I need to go back as well, I'll still be available as oracle though. i need to close up the Library.” Barbara just needed a coffee at this point.
The three men nod, Jason's arms are crossed over his chest, Dick and Bruce's movements just mimic eachother's.
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A fuzzy feeling fills Peter, And he's slightly disoriented, his eyes being forced open as someone shines a bright light in his eyes, which makes him almost jump, pushing the hand out his eyes.
It takes him another moment to adjust his eyes to the lighting, before taking in the sight of three men standing before him, in an unfamiliar location.
One was clad in dark armor, hoops and extra carry-on pockets hooked to his belt, a red helmet with white irises, a brown cropped leather jacket, gloves, and a red bat logo imprinted across his chest. He can make out the small glint of a firearm on the man's holsters.
Next, was another man, this time only a small black domino mask shielded his eyes, white irises, and then the same skin-tight under armor as the other, the only major difference was this man held poles as a weapon and had a blue bat, running from his shoulders to the centre of his chest.
Finally, the man in the centre was seemingly darker to the eye and was eerily staring back at peter, everything about him was dark, armor, utility belt, cape, and a cowl with two horns portruding the top, Gray undersuit and a bat on his chest too. He had blades on his forearms.
Peter's spider sense pricked at the back of his neck, he was feeling more unsafe with the one in the middle.
The man in blue thrusts a hand forward almost instantly realizing Peter's uncomfortable look, introducing himself.
“Hi, I'm Nightwing. The one in red is Red Hood, the one in Black is Batman. Pleased to meet you.” Nightwing seems more calmer, or, friendlier, than the other two atleast.
Peter first checks himself, he's wearing clothes. The puck he was holding onto is gone, and suddenly he's worried.
He first sets his now green eyes onto Nightwing, before a throb can be felt in his head, he holds it back. He's disoriented, He's hostile.
He slowly gets out the cot, with the other two next to nightwing immediately getting on guard, peter pauses in his movements, going even slower and standing up, albeit a little wonky he manages to stand straight and put a distance between them.
Peter is confused, but more importantly very hungry but he doesn't want that, it looks like he might've got kidnapped or something.
“I'm Peter, Peter Parker.” Peter replies to the introduction, taking a wary step back with his fists infront of his chest. They mean business, and he knows better than to expose himself.
He can see the puck on the table near them, and it looks like they were about to take it apart too.
The man in red takes a step forward, he looks tense.
“Peter, You don't know what you're doing, respectfully, sit back in the cot, otherwise we won't be able to help you out.” Red Hood says it as more of a threat rather than something comforting, which does not help with Peter's spider sense as his awareness raises.
They're not doing anything. Not even reaching for their weapons.
Peter can hear the faint waterfall behind him, he can feel the textile of the floor, and his sense of smell is more than on the high. He can practically hear the bats in the cave too, silent in their sleep. It's day time, by the looks of it. Bats sleep in the day.
But these three infront of him don't seem to do that.
Before Red Hood can even take another step forward, Peter turns around and books it, lurching to the left and grabbing the puck, quickly dodging a hit by the Man in black, thanks to his spider senses.
Nightwing seems suprised, seeing Peter grab the small puck and then after weaving a few hits, the boy books it out and jumps down, heading towards the waterfall at the entrance of the cave.
He passes a car, it looks awesome not gonna lie, Before he runs towards the ramp without thinking and books it outta there, he's got both the bats tailing him but they have seem to have missed the black one.
He keeps running, even after he feels ground beneath his feet and running into a forest.
His feet are burning. He's barefoot. He doesn't know where he is. and He can hear Red Hood and Nightwing quickly following after him, he looks back for a moment while running, before suddenly his senses prick at him again screaming for him to dodge left.
And so he does, and he almost nearly got knocked out by Batman ambushing him. He can almost see the slight surprise under the frown the man wears, but it just as quickly dissapears.
He keeps running, and eventually after what it seemed like countless minutes of sprinting, he finally concludes he lost them, and stops as he reaches a greenhouse in the middle of the forest.
He thinks he lost the three due to his enhanced stamina, and maybe the panic in his heart, but he stops to catch his breath as he sees two figures in the greenhouse.
He's too tired, honestly, too tired to even notice the vines on the grassy floor that seem to avoid his steps each time he forces himself forward.
The two women in the greenhouse are almost surprised when they see a small, brunette kid, who is dressed in all white, barefoot, and looking like he just escaped the mental asylum.
Which, isn't a very good thing in Gotham.
“Hello, may i please come in?” The spider can swear he can feel the gazes of the two curious women, and then he feels himself being lifted off the ground by a vine, which honestly he's faced worse and he's too tired.
“And what do we have here?” Ivy, the Green-skinned woman curls her fingers, the vine moving to her will as she brought the boy closer to them.
The woman on her right, Harley, Almost giggles, whispering something to ivy along the lines of, 'd'aww, he looks like a kicked puppy, maybe we should keep the poor boy, 'mfivy?’ Which, peter can hear by the way.
Peter just clutches the puck he was holding closer to his own, for all he knows it's the last thing he could have.
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The three men who came back to the cave, are in sour moods as it seems, Batman Especially.
Alfred, who was in the room, greets them and offers them some water but all politely refuse, except jason, who chugs down the whole pitcher, by the way.
“Is everything alright, Master Wayne?“ Alfred asks, still holding out the tray, watching the big bat take off his cowl.
“No, Alfred, I just got outran and outsped by a 15 year old who now knows the location of the Batcave, and barely knows anything beyond his probably still-9 mind, and I didn't even think of using any traps in fear of hurting said teenager.” The bat exasperates, earning a chuckle from the much older man.