fic: you and spidey meet batman pt. I
a/n: my first fic published on here! hope y’all like. i’m making this a series, featuring (your name here) as a spider-man type superhero :)
// just a quick scene, you are a fellow web-slinger on patrol with peter parker’s spider-man (could be interpreted as romantic or platonic) and meet another, darker vigilante visiting new york...//
Peter grins over at you. He has pulled off his mask, and his brown hair is tousled, shining in the lights of the city below. Looking down, you get the stomach-swooping feeling of sitting at the top of a skyscraper, a feeling that doesn’t disappear no matter how many times you web-sling over the New York skyline.
The dark sky is clear, and anywhere else you might be able to see the stars. Glancing back down at the bustling streets below, you think to yourself, maybe New York has its own constellations, built of the glowing windows of apartment buildings and glare of car headlights. They don’t call it the ‘city that never sleeps’ for nothing - it’s as busy as it is during daylight hours - but where there is people, there is crime.
You sigh and tuck your own mask back over your face, standing and brushing off the churro crumbs stuck to your suit. Thank God for 24-hour food trucks. “We’d better get going,” you tell Peter, and he pouts, but crumples his churro wrapper and stands. You reach out and brush a few crumbs from his shoulder, laughing.
The streets blur into streaks of blue and gold as you swing across the city, exhilaration and adrenaline pounding through your veins. What would you do without these night patrols? Peter whoops loudly as you swing, and the bright flares of light from below are accompanied by honks and yells as New York breathes with midnight light. There is a moment during each swing, where your webs aren’t hooked to anything, and there are a few seconds where it feels like you’re falling. You cherish it as you go.
Peter webs up onto another building, beckoning you over. He steps quietly, grabbing your wrist with a gentle grip and pulling you behind a large crate.
Your breath catches. There is someone else on the building.
A hulking shape, dark and broad, black cloak billowing in the slight wind whispering across the tops of the buildings. A shiver rolls down your spine.
The figure turns, eyes flashing over the building. You gasp, and Peter clamps his hand over your mouth. You wince, still a little new to the whole superhero thing. For most of your life, you’ve just been another civilian in New York, but your life was changed by the radioactive spider bite you received a few months before. Now, Peter is showing you the ropes (or should I say the webs) but he’s young, and fairly new to this too.
The mysterious vigilante stalks across the rooftop, wind whipping his cloak into dark whorls. His gaze lands on you in the shadows and traps you there.
“No, no, no, no,” Peter groans. “If you get hurt, Mr. Stark is gonna kill me.”
You might’ve webbed away, but you recognise this figure, from old comic books and strange news stories, about civilian life in the dark, crime-ridden city of Gotham.
“Batman,” you gasp, and Peter’s eyes widen, recognising him a moment after you. You both squeal in unison.
Batman’s eyes narrow. “No. I am not Batman. I am vengeance.”
You blink, and he has disappeared over the side of the roof. Peter runs to the side and points down, where the Gotham vigilante is perched, bat-like, on a windowsill. He beckons to you two.
Peter turns to you, and you can practically feel his grin through his mask. Time to go geek out about Batman. After you whisper excitedly for a moment, you sling down and begin to follow him through the constellation of New York.
