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It’s a large city choked with corruption. The crime rate rises ever year without falter. No night is truly quiet, and nightly patrols are the most that one man can do. But over the last few months, Bruce hasn’t been the only one keeping a watchful eye.
A young man calling himself Spiderman has been swinging from skyscrapers, stopping heists and car accidents with a bit of webbing and snappy banter. It’s far from Batman’s style, but he can’t begrudge style if it’s making a difference.
Alarm bells ring out, bring him out of his thoughts, and Batman revs the engine of his cycle, following the steadily climbing sound for two blocks. With a screech of rubber, he slides to a halt outside of a large department store.
The doors are thrown open, displays broken, and there’s only the telltale lit cases to understand the target of this robbery: precious jewelry. However, the store is already abandoned, and there’s no foot traffic outside---no witnesses to suggest the direction of the thieves either.
As he dismounts the cycle to start his own investigation before PD responds, there’s a familiar sound overhead.
Thwip!
Batman’s head cants in the direction of it, seeing a blur of red and blue streak by before Spiderman lands gracefully on a parked car near him, perched much like his name sake.
“Super hearing, or just in the area?” he calls over the sound of the alarm, genuinely curious.
