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“I really think I’m destined for more Cass.” Other Peter complained. They were training, a light hand on hand combat.
“And what’s that more you’re implying?” She smiled.
“Going out, in the way you go out at night.”
Cass stopped in her tracks. “You mean you want to be a vigilante?”
“Sorta? I mean I think some real experience would be good for me.”
“B would never agree, he’s already more than upset over the fact you know who we are. I don’t think he trusts you at all to go out.” Cass told him.
“Batman doesn’t need to know…” Peter said mischievously.
Cass smile grew a little. “I mean, no I can’t disobey him even more…”
“Cass come on, am I dangerous? Did I do something to prove you can’t trust me?” Other Peter asked.
She lightly shook her head. “I trust you.”
“See? I just want some real experience. And I can save myself, super strength means super punching.”
“I will think about it.” Cass said and stood ready in a fighting stance again.
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“-You know what’s on the line, don’t you?” Cobblepot smirked at Peter.
From behind Cobblepot a man with a gun pointed at Jason appeared. Without any thought the man shot once at Jason.
Peter tried to jump in front of the bullet but it was too late, it already went past him and right towards Jason’s heart.
“NO!” Peter screamed, catching Jason as he stumbled around before he fell.
“He won’t die.” Cobblepot grinned.
Peter looked clearly at Jason and there was a tranquilizer dart in his chest.
“He’s going to be knocked out cold for the remainder of the morning. Enough time to figure a few things out Parker.” Cobblepot said as he flicked his fingers.
The man with the gun grabbed Peter’s wrist, which was a rookie mistake.
Peter grabbed the man’s wrist in return with his other hand. Jason carefully rolled further onto the ground and Peter quickly stood up.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” He yelled and before the man knew Peter had him pinned to the wall by his throat. His legs were bungling under him, unable to touch the floor.
Peter heard a gun click behind him and he turned around.
“Cooperate now.” Cobblepot said as he pointed a loaded gun to Jason’s unconscious head.
Peter let the man go and he fell with a loud thud on the ground.
Peter went over to Jason to at least lay him comfortably in bed or on the couch.
Cobblepot tutted. “Not to fast let him lay there as the pile of trash he is.”
Peter felt more anger rise inside of him.
“Now come let’s go boy, I need someone with your set of skills. Especially now you’re a murder too. Guess that venom did something to ya.” Cobblepot grinned again.
Peter looked hesitatingly back at Jason on the floor. He knew he could take Cobblepot and his man solo. No sweat.
But he must have a plan B, if Peter was going to fight them and he won. He had a plan B. Peter knew Cobblepot well enough by now.
“What do you need me for?!” Peter asked aggressively.
“Well boy, get into my car downstairs and I’ll tell ya all about it.”
Peter didn’t say anything, instead he followed Cobblepot outside.
At the front of the apartment building were two goons standing guard. They didn’t say anything and got into the car as well.
Peter sat in the middle seat and was almost squashed by the big goons sitting either side of him.
They drove to a club, he heard about it before.
The iceberg lounge.
It honestly looked impressive, like a real iceberg, but as a club.
When they walked in Peter held his head low, apparently it was a 24/7 club. At least he assumed with all the partying people still present.
Cobblepot led Peter down to a kitchen and stood before something that looked like a supply closet.
“Okay boy, the gentleman tied up inside. Work on him, get the information and kill him after.” Cobblepot gave him instructions as if he just had to wash the dishes.
“Kill him?!” Peter yelled in a whisper.
“Just like you murdered your uncle.” Cobblepots smile grew.
Peter didn’t kill his uncle, not by his own hands at least.
But he couldn’t tell Cobblepot that, he couldn’t let him know that he was from another universe.
Peter stayed silent and Cobblepot opened the door. The man inside started to scream, the screams were muffled by the gag in his mouth and the loud music.
Peter was pushed inside without further instructions and Cobblepot shut the door behind him.
Peter decided to lock in, do the job he was told to do.
He removed the man’s gag and he stopped screaming. “You’re just a boy…” He said weakly.
“What do you know.” Peter said on a serious tone.
“You won’t get a word from me.” The man spat at Peter’s feet.
Peter looked around the room in what he could use to pry information from him. There was a tray with all kinds of instruments.
Knives, small ones, big ones. There was a saw, an electrical drill and batarangs?
Peter decided quickly on a small knife and studied it in the small light. The room was lit up by one single light bulb. It was enough light to work.
It was indeed a supply closet. There were racks of stacked canned food, beer and bottles of liquor.
Peter crouched down in front of the man and held the knife to his throat.
“Who do you work for?”
The man almost whimpered in fear.
“Please I’d do anything…” he pleaded.
Peter, which an ache in his heart quickly cut the man’s arm and brought the knife back to his throat. “Tell me!” He yelled.
"No!"
Peter grabbed the man's wrist with his other hand and started to squeeze it with his super strength.
“F-Falcone!”
Peter actually had no idea who that was. He was also surprised it didn’t take him long to pry it out of him. He used all his movie knowledge, from the countless movie nights with Ned to continue.
“What’s his plan?!” Peter pressed the knife to his neck.
“I don’t know!” The man started to cry a little. “Boss doesn’t tell us much!”
Peter pressed harder and saw a little blood dripping from the neck. “TELL ME!”
“Please… I have a daughter…”
Peter stopped pressing the knife as hard as he did before locking in again. “Does it look like I give a fuck?” Peter looked him dead in the eye.
“Falcone is planning to intercept a drug delivery meant for penguin. More I don’t know I swear!”
Peter dropped the knife.
The man started to laugh a little. “Was that all?”
Peter raised his eyebrow. “All?”
“Penguin threatened with a meta. You ain’t no strong meta boy.” He scoffed.
Peter grabbed the man’s throat and held him in the air with on hand.
The man struggled to breathe. “Okay…. Okay…” he struggled.
Peter kept hearing Cobblepot in his mind saying to kill him.
He couldn’t.
He dropped the man and opened the door.
“I got the information.” Peter told him.
“So soon?” Cobblepot looked surprised. “How’d you kill ‘em?”
Peter didn’t answer.
“As I thought…” Cobblepot muttered under his breath. “Listen here. I have a button, if u press this your little man and his apartment won’t exist anymore if you get what I mean. So or you kill him, or I kill Jason.” Cobblepot threatened.
Actually killing someone… killing someone in cold blood. This went against everything. Everything he stood for, Batman stands for. Iron-Man stands for…
Peter slowly nodded and backed up in the room again. The door slowly fell to a close.
He looked at the tools, what would be the quickest and least painful. This man might be a goon but Peter didn’t want to inflict a painful slow death.
The bigger knife was probably the quickest.
He grabbed it and the man started screaming again.
Peter apologized before looking at his chest, a stab to the heart.
Peter crouched down and held the knife from a big distance before closing his eyes and stabbing the man.
It was once, it was deep and it definitely hit his heart.
The man screamed loudly and painfully. Peter pressed his eyes closer together and a tear escaped. He pulled the knife back and stabbed again.
He heard the man die.
Peter dropped the knife and bounced back. He fell on his butt against one of the racks holding food.
He looked at his trembling hands who were aggressively shaking.
Peter dared to look at the man he just murdered and quietly apologized over the energetic pop music sounding from the club.
The door swung open and Cobblepot laughed at Peter on the ground. “Come boy this wasn’t your first kill man up.”
Peter grabbed the shelves behind him and lifted himself up.
“Hm, two stab wounds. Boring.” He said unimpressed.
“Can I go-“
“Tell up.” Penguin threatened.
“Falcone, I don’t know who that is but-“
Mr. Cobblepot hit his cane hard against the metal kitchen.
It made Peter flinch a little.
“What else.” Cobblepot asked angrily.
“He’s planning to intercept a drug shipping of yours!” Peter said, scared.
Cobblepot hit the kitchen once again.
He put on a happy face and looked at Peter. “Well done. We’ll deal with that later. Also with that.” He pointed at the freshly murdered body. “Let’s go, come with me Peter.”
Peter hesitantly went with him into the club.
Cobblepot grabbed Peter’s upper arm tightly. “Don’t you dare tell anyone anything or your little faggot of a boyfriend will pay. Later, his family and your little friend. What was his name? Miles?” Cobblepot whispered a threat.
Peter looked at him with confused and anger. “What?”
“Oh I’m sorry, I forgot to tell you I know more than you think Petra.”
“…what?”
He just got deadnamed in the first time in years.
“That’s right. See I don’t have a problem with faggots or trannys. But you see unfortunately the goons that walk around here would pay to beat someone like you up. Do one thing wrong now and you can already pay right here, right now. And you can’t resist when you don’t want them to know your powers do you?” Cobblepot continued.
Peter’s hands bawled up into fists. He was right, he couldn’t afford it to show his powers. Not right now, he just had to suck up whatever Cobblepot wanted at this moment.
“Ah, hello. Mr. Barker let me introduce you to Peter. He’s what they call a meta hitman. I heard you needed someone?” Cobblepot asked a neatly dressed gentleman sipping champagne. In the morning.
The man nodded neatly.
“Peter this is Mr. Barker from Metropolis. He’s been working himself into a lot of debt.” Cobblepot lightly laughed.
Mr. Barkers face started to crack with thunder, but he kept his cool. He fake laughed with Cobblepot hitting his arm on his shoulder a little hard.
“How much will this cost?”
“My boy is my intern if you know what I mean, rates are low. Five hundred dollars. Seven for two at one.” Cobblepot smiled.
Mr Barker stretched his hand out in front of Cobblepot.
“Deal.”
Cobblepot shook his hand. “Nice doing business, give my assistant more information and we can arrange something.”
Cobblepot proudly walked away from him, still holding onto Peter.
Peter wiggled himself loose from Cobblepots grip.
“Not so fast Petra. Remember what I told you? I expect you to turn up at this place more often. Without me making you.” Cobblepot ordered him.
Peter didn’t want to but still he nodded.
“Good boy. Now go home, I’ll contact you when I need you. Remember no sneaking off anymore.” Cobblepot smiled while leading Peter to the exit.
It was barely afternoon and the sun was shining in Gotham. The door of the club shut behind him and Peter started to breathe heavily.
He held his heart and tried to lock in, he just had to get home. Not tell Jason anything.
He already had a lie fabricated in his mind.
The walk back to their apartment was long, without his webs he was just traveling on a normal human speed. Slow.
Jason would be out for what two or three hours. When Peter entered their apartment he was still laying on the floor in the exact same spot.
Peter removed the dart and picked him up with ease. He carried him over to the bed and tucked him in. He could wake up any moment now, Peter was very glad he didn’t wake up while Peter was gone.
If he did Peter had to tell the truth and there was no other option but to lie at this moment.
As he already suspected it didn’t take Jason look to wake up. “Pete?!” He weakly yelled.
Peter quickly got up and almost ran towards Jason.
He crouched down next to the bed and carefully laid Jason, who tried to get up back down.
He messaged one hand through Jason’s hair and managed a genuine smile.
“Hey.” Peter started.
“Where is Cobblepot?! What did he do to you?” Jason quickly asked.
“It’s fine Jay, you were asleep for three hours. Once they got you, okay let me tell you it was so cool it’s a bummer you missed out. I grabbed the guy that shot you by his throat and lift him up. I punched him like-“ Peter made some fighting noises. “And he begged for mercy, so of course I gave it, I’m not cruel. And he got so scared! Then, as I don’t really dare to physically fight the penguin I fought him orally.”
Jason raised his eyebrow.
“Oh my God Jason not in that way!” Peter laughed. “I totally destroyed him with a little words.”
“So you got the guys to leave, immediately?”
Peter nodded proudly.
Jason smiled. “I’m just glad you’re alright.”
Peter’s stomach dropped. “Yeah..” he quietly muttered.
“I don’t know what this shit is I got shot with but it’s making me sleepy again.” Jason yawned.
Automatically by watching Jason yawn Peter had to yawn too. Napping didn’t sound too bad right now. Peter stood up and climbed right into bed over Jason.
He could’ve just got in at the other side of the bed but… nah.
He got under the covers and hugged Jason from behind, putting his own head on his shoulder with his eyes closed.
“I’m sleeping.” Peter smiled.
Peter heard Jason chuckle. Jason turned himself on his other side and with that turned Peter to his other side as well. So now Jason was hugging Peter instead.
“Okay fine, I can sleep like this too.” Peter said trying to hide his smile.
“Nap well.” Jason grinned and gave him a little kiss on his cheek.
It didn’t take long until they were both deep asleep.
A figure stood in front of Peter. They were in a dark room, the man made his way closer to Peter.
When he stood in front of him he was tall. Peter had to look all the way up.
The man brought his face down and Peter could see who it was.
Richard Parker, his dead father.
“I’m highly disappointed in you Peter.” He spoke.
“What? I-“ Peter mumbled.
“My child killing someone. Your mother is turning in her grave. She’s destroyed. We did everything for you Peter so you’d turn out like a good man!” He yelled.
Peter had no room to respond anything back to him. His face morphed into his uncle Ben’s face.
Peter grew a little taller but still not the height he was.
“You’ve always blamed yourself for me, let me tell you that you’re right. If you can murder someone you don’t know in cold blood. You can also be the cause of your own uncles death. You didn’t do it with your own hands but you did kill me Peter.” He almost shouted.
“Please uncle Ben, I didn’t-“
Peter grew a little taller again and uncle Ben’s face morphed into Tony’s. His burnt face just before he passed away.
He was sitting on the ground, barely alive.
Peter crouched down to his level. “Mr. Stark?” He said, his voice trembling.
“You’re no hero.” He said without emotion.
“What..?”
“You’re nothing, you’re a cold killer. Murders are no heroes, I really thought you’d of all people would turn out like me. Something I could be proud of. I was very wrong. You’re a monster Peter.”
Tears were rolling down Peter’s face. “No mr. Stark please I didn’t-“
By that Peter heard Tony’s heart come to a stop.
Peter buried his head in Tony’s cold chest and sobbed.
Before someone pushed him off with force. He almost got launched to the other side of the room.
It was Jason, he looked more than angry.
“Murderers don’t deserve to mourn!” He yelled.
“Jay-“
“I kill when they deserve it, you killed your own family. Your parents, your uncle for fucks sake, your aunt Peter. And it won’t be long until I am dead, Miles is dead. And it’ll all be your fault. That’s why I’m deciding it’s better off when you’re dead.” Jason spat out. He raised his gun and loaded it.
“Please Jay I didn’t, I did it to protect you!”
Jason pulled the trigger.
“JASON!”
Headshot.
Peter shot up in Jason’s bed. He was sweaty and out of breath.
It was a dream, a nightmare. Or a flash of reality.
He had to laugh just once before tears rolled over his cheek.
He killed a man.
Jason woke up. “Peter..” he sat up as well and touched his face. “Baby are you okay?”
Peter nodded. “I’m fine.” He wiped his tears away.
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“Peter come here.” Cass waved other Peter her way. She arranged with Bruce that Peter and her could do something fun in the evening.
“I got a domino mask here that just fits every face perfectly.” She handed it to Peter.
“And with this I can go out?”
Cass nodded. “If you lay low and be careful, yes.” She handed him some glue.
“Thank you Cass, truly. I don’t know what I did to deserve this much trust.”
Cass smiled and playfully hit his shoulder. “Go on, do you want a motorcycle?”
Other Peter shook his head. “I want to try how well I can actually use my wind powers.”
“Alright well, I’ll see you later tonight. I’m going out with Steph, if anything goes wrong, here.” She handed him a small device that looked like a cheap Bluetooth earbud. “It’s a comm. Just lightly tap it and it connects to mine.” She removed her hair from over her ear and showed him her comm.
“Thanks.” Other Peter put the comm inside his ear.
It took other Peter some time but he managed to use his wind powers to boost air under his feet so he would stay up in the air. He even experimented with it trying to glide through the air like Batman can do.
And he succeeded.
After he was done with practicing how to move around he started to listen. To hear anything, anyone. Any trouble.
He heard a man shout and glass break a few windows from where he was.
He decided to take a look and peak through the window from where it was coming from.
He used his sticky abilities to stick on the outside wall and he peeked through the window. He saw a kitchen and a man yelling at his, what other Peter assumed his wife.
He slapped his wife hard. “This is the last time I’m seeing you with him!” The man yelled.
The woman immediately grabbed her own cheek where the man just hit her. She was sobbing.
Other Peter could see a boy, barely a preteen peeking through a slightly open door.
That was enough for other Peter to barge in and stop this man.
He punched the window, and to his relief it broke immediately. He jumped inside, the man bounced back, startled. “Get out of my house fucking freak!” The man yelled. He managed to grab a big knife from the kitchen counter and started to swing it towards Peter.
Before Peter could comprehend the little boy had jumped from behind the door he had jumped inside between them.
The father hadn’t registered it too until he swung the knife once again and it hit the boy.
The knife cut his throat, blood was gushing out.
The mother screamed as the boy started to choke on his own blood.
Peter decided to charge at the man now that he was still in shock. He grabbed his wrist, the hand he was holding the knife with and squeezed it hand until the knife fell on the floor.
Peter punched him with enough force that teeth were flying out and the man fell on the floor. Peter got on top of him and out of anger he started to punch.
He punched.
And punched.
And punched.
The woman got behind him and tried to pull him off of her husband.
Peter was so angry he punched her off of him without looking at her.
She fell to the side and hit her head. Falling on the ground with a hard thud.
Other Peter punched the man again.
And again.
And again.
He punched until his own hands ached.
He snapped back into reality and looked around at the scene.
The woman’s heart was barely beating. So was the man’s.
The boy was lying in such a large puddle of blood that even if help came, they wouldn’t be able to help him anymore.
He panicked. He left through the punched in window onto the roof where he caught his breath.
A family was dead now.
He hesitated to open the comms.
He couldn’t, Cass trusted him and he couldn’t betray her trust.
He opened his phone and started ringing Mr. Stark.
It took a while before he finally answered.
“It’s late I’m with a lady friend if you know what I mean..” Anthony started laughing from the other line.
“There are people dead.” Peter said quietly.
“What?”
“Dead. I just wanted to help but they’re all dead.” Peter’s voice trembled.
“More context please?”
“I went outside, patrol. I went to help a wife get beat by her husband, to stop him. They’re all dead now.”
“Did you get away from there?”
“I’m on the roof.”
“Go away, somewhere far from the house. We’ll figure something out. As long as Batman doesn’t figure out it was you. We’ll be fine.” Anthony said and hung up.
Other Peter decided to just man up and get the hell out of there.
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“Come on dog let’s get you on a walk.” Jason said happily.
They decided to skip patrol for the evening. Peter had told Jason he wasn’t feeling well, a little sick. He could tell him why he actually felt unwell and this seemed like a harmless excuse. Jason doesn’t need to know he doesn’t really get sick. By Peter’s pushing Jason allowed Roy to come over.
He wasn’t there but he was about to arrive any moment.
“You need to rest, you got shot. Too many times in a short period.” Peter smiled at him and took the dog leash. “Besides Roy can come any moment.”
“You sure?”
Peter nodded. “Fresh air will do me good.”
“Gotham and fresh air, sure.” Jason joked.
Peter laughed when he buckled dog into her leash and grabbed Jason’s leather jacket.
“Be a good girl to Pete.” Jason got on her level and petted her.
Dog’s tail didn’t stop to waggle around.
Peter took her outside, he saw multiple GCPD cars race to the end of the street before stopping. Ambulances followed seconds later. They started to tape the end of the street off.
“Peter my boy!” It was Roy.
“Hey Roy!” He greeted him.
“What’s going on over there?” Roy pointed to the end of the street.
“I don’t know but I’m actually pretty nosey.” Peter answered.
“Asking doesn’t hurt.” Roy smirked and started to walk towards it.
Peter quickly followed him with dog.
“Hello officer!” Roy greeted the first officer he saw with a big, friendly smile.
The officer looked at him and didn’t say anything.
“What’s going on here?” He asked.
“A family, suspected to be murdered.” The officer said in response.
Roy looked at Peter who raised an eyebrow.
“Please step away from this area and go back to wherever you came from. Now.” The officer said angrily.
“Okay…” Roy said annoyed and turned around.
“I’m taking dog for a big block around, Jay’s waiting for you.” Peter told him.
“Alright, don’t stay out too soon. Jason is annoying when he’s worried.” Roy smirked at him.
“Just go.” Peter laughed.
Peter put in his comm earbuds and asked Karen to put on some music before turning around the street.
After a while of walking he went into an alleyway, a shortcut to go back home.
Dog started to become a little uneasy. As if she knew something he didn’t.
Spidey sense.
A gun clicked from behind his head.
“Money, phone. On the ground now.” A man told him.
“I don’t have anything.” Peter said honestly.
He had no wallet on him and his phone was at the apartment.
“Bullshit.” The man said putting the gun to his head now. The cold feeling sent chills up his spine.
Another man came from the other side of the alley. He was wearing a ski mask and held up a gun.
“I’ll pat him down.” He said as he came closer to Peter. With one hand he was patting him down and with the other one he kept the gun pointed at Peter.
“The twink seriously has nothing.” The man said.
“Fucking faggot.” The man behind him, hit him with his gun. It wasn’t too hard but definitely hard enough for it to leave blood.
“We can’t come empty handed to the boss again, he will kill us.” The one in front of Peter said quietly.
“We take the dog.” The one behind Peter said.
“Fuck no!” Peter said angrily.
The man in front of Peter managed to grab the leash and pull it from Peter’s hands.
Dog started to become very angry herself. She was growling and jumping the man.
“Give her back!” Peter yelled, he felt the cold gun touch the back of his head again.
“No.” The man said in a smile.
“Please you can do anything, kill me, bring me to your boss but let the dog go!” Peter begged.
“A fucking twink ass faggot and also pathetic? The boss would laugh at us. The dog looks weak but she’s a strong breed.” The man holding dog spat out.
“Please, I can get you money. Everything at my apartment.” Peter begged pathetically.
“As if we can trust you.” The man behind him said.
Spidey sense.
“Let the dog go.” A dark, deep voice said behind Peter.
“Fucking- the bat!” The man in front of Peter said terrified. He let go off dog and took off.
Peter felt the gun being slapped away with force and he turned around.
He saw Batman punch the man until he was unconscious. Not long after he took down the guy that tried to flee.
Peter collected himself and grabbed dogs leash.
He took a deep breath and went on his way home again.
“Peter are you okay?” Batman landed before him, using his normal voice.
“I’m fine I just need to get back home.” Peter answered.
“You’re bleeding.”
“Oh wow, didn’t notice.” Peter said sarcastically. He had no time for Bruce to be holding him back like this. He felt as pathetic as he acted. He felt crushed to the ground and the only comfort he wanted was Jason’s face and his bed.
“Clean it up well Pete, I handled the guys. Maybe next time walk the dog with Jay. It’s not safe here.” Bruce said.
“Why were you here, it’s not a place you’re normally at.” Peter noticed.
“The incident in your street, I was on my way.” Bruce explained.
Peter nodded understandingly. “You should go, I can manage myself.”
“You can as Spider-Man.” Bruce said.
Peter scoffed. “Sure.”
And with that Batman went back to the roofs and Peter could go on his way again.
He felt Batman follow him home from the roofs.
Of course.
Peter unleashed dog before he opened the door, so she could immediately run inside.
He hung Jason’s jacket back and went further inside.
Peter smiled as he saw Jason get crazy happy when he saw dog.
And dog getting absolutely spoiled by his pets.
“Want a beer Pete?” Roy asked.
“Are they cold?” Peter asked in return.
“You bet they are.” Roy laughed and threw one Peter’s way.
He did a perfect catch and put the ice cold beer against his head where the man just hit him.
“What’s with the head?” Roy asked.
That question made Jason look up from dog and at Peter.
“Babe you’re… bleeding?” He said in a concerned voice. Jason got up and quickly went to Peter. “What happened?”
“They tried to rob me but your dad intervened.” Peter said calmly.
“Are you okay? Did they take anything? What did they look like? Roy and I can get them immediately, like right now.” Jason said quickly.
“Batman took care of it, and I took bigger punches than this.” Peter smiled at him to make him a little more relieved. “Tomorrow the wound is gone, you know that.”
“What?” Roy asked.
“I’ve got super healing.”
“Sick.” Roy took a big gulp of his beer.