The car stopped at an underground parking lot. Roman and Nico shuffled out of the car, carrying the weapons with them.

“These weapons are good, right brother?” Roman said, carrying a futuristic looking shotgun. “We didn’t even have to use explosives.”

“Put that thing down,” Nico hissed. “Lest your dumbass costs us our lives.”

Roman looked dejected but he still held the shotgun, albeit avoiding the trigger.

The other car rushed in, screeching to a halt in front of Roman and Nico. From it, 6 men appeared. All of them wearing masks.

“We got the rest of the money,” said one of them. “Now where’s our cut.”

“You’ll get your cut once I see the money,” Nico said, the thugs making way for him as he opened the doors of the black van they drove.

Nico opened the black duffel bag and in were stacks of money. Nico started counting them. “What took you fucking so long?”

The head thug shrugged. “We didn’t have freaking laser beams like you.”

The thug yanked the gun from Roman’s hand, inspecting it. “Where’d you get it?”

“The Penguin,” Nico said. “Bought em at one helluva price but it was worth it in the long run.”

“Yep,” the thug said, handing the gun back to Roman who let out a whimper. “Blew that vault door to kingdom come.”

“Also, Michael,” Nico said. “Can you get your boys off me? They staring at me like I’m about to kill em and take your money.”

Nico took his share and placed it inside the pockets of his leather jacket.

“Here’s your share,” Nico said, tossing the duffle back to one of Michael’s thugs. “Enjoy your share.”

Before the thug could catch the bag, he saw a string suddenly latch on to it and bag zoom upwards like a jet

“Mind if I take this,” said Spiderman. “I got rent to pay.”

They all looked up and pointed their guns. Spiderman felt that familiar buzzing in his head. His Spider-sense.

“Uh oh,” Spiderman said as the thugs started firing. Spiderman dropped the bag and leapt downwards, leaping around and knocking out the thugs one by one.

Nico saw this as an opportunity to leave. He beckoned at Roman who ran to the passenger’s seat but before Nico could even open the door his hand was webbed to the door handle.

“You really thought you could get away?” Spiderman said. Nico noticed all of Michael’s thugs were down and out. Some webbed to the walls, others groaning on the floor. Their guns were either webbed to the walls or dangling in the air like a pendulum. Nico tried yanking his hands out of the webs but whatever the hell it was made up off, it was strong as hell.

Roman pointed the Vibranium gun at Spiderman but Nico raised his hand, telling him to put it down.

“What is it you want, huh?” Nico asked. “Money? We have plenty of money. You can take that duffle bag.”

“You seem to think I operate the same way as you,” Spiderman said. “What I want is for you to hand yourselves over to the GCPD.”

Nico laughed. “So, you’re one of those self-righteous types eh? Like that Batman and his pansy friend Chicken.”

“Robin,” Roman corrected.

“Whatever,” Nico said. “Either way, when push comes to shove all of your ideals will crumble when you realise just how bad we can really be.”

“Roman!”

Roman was about to fire the Vibranium weapon but before he could, Spiderman yanked it out of his hands and knocked him against his red car. Nico quickly pulled out his gun but Spiderman shot a web and ripped it out of his hands before he could even pull the trigger. He leapt over the car and kicked Nico across the head, instantly knocking him out.

“You can yap on all you want,” Spiderman said. “Still doesn’t change the fact that tomorrow morning you’ll be sitting in a jail cell.”

Spiderman shuffled through Nico’s pockets, looking for his phone. He left an anonymous tip for the GCPD and was about to leave when suddenly the lights flickered off.

“What now?” Spiderman groaned. But suddenly the buzzing in his head got louder, even louder than before. He was in big trouble. He got in a defensive position, carefully walking around the car park instead something decided to jump out at him.

“Whoever the hell you are?” Peter said. “Show yourself!”

Peter’s heart was beating fast. His head was buzzing wildly.

Suddenly, as if by instinct he leapt to the side. He heard a metallic thunk and walked over to where he heard it. Suddenly, the lights flickered on and Peter saw something stuck against one of the pillars. Something that looked sharp, like a boomerang but shaped like a bat. He walked over and started inspecting it, his spider-sense basically screaming at him not to go closer but he ignored it.

He removed the boomerang from the pillar, inspecting it closely.

Noticing too late the large shadow behind.

Peter tried tripping him over but the Batman was faster. He punched Peter across the face causing him to keel over.

That punch made Peter’s vision all fuzzy. He saw not one but two Batmen gliding towards him. His spider-sense was wild now, like a million flies buzzing around in his skull. Peter could feel his nose bleeding.

The two Batmen merged into one as Batman tried landing another punch but Peter dodged backwards, launching a web at his face and hands. The Batman remained still, unlike the rest of them who desperately tried ripping the webs off their face. That was all the time Peter needed to regain his bearings.

Seeing the Batman still like that caused a cold pit in Peter’s stomach, a cold feeling of fear. The same cold feeling he felt when he saw his Uncle’s pale corpse, the same cold feeling he felt when he saw the man who had killed his Uncle Ben.

Spiderman ran towards the Batman despite what his instincts told him. The Batman suddenly plummeted downwards, ready to toppled Peter over but Peter leapt upwards, attaching himself to the roof.

Batman ripped the webbing off his hands, nobody else had managed to do that except Peter himself before yanking the webs off his face. He noticed Peter sticking to the roof like a… well like a Spider.

“How do you do that?” Batman asked. “Are you a mutant?”

Peter shrugged. “That’s racist. Not everyone with extraordinary powers are mutants you know? Some of us were just bitten by radioactive spiders.”

Peter stood on the walls, squatting downwards to propel himself forward. Batman was on the defensive, preparing himself for Peter’s next attack.

But Peter didn’t attack. He placed his hands-on top of Batman’s shoulders and launched himself forward, swinging away from the car park. Suddenly the Batman fell forward, being dragged across the ground. He noticed a web sticking on his back and Spiderman dragging him forward, laughing. Batman grabbed a Batarang from his belt and sliced himself away from the web and while on the floor tossed the Batarang towards Peter Parker but by the time he did, he was gone.

Batman got up, groaning. So, the kid also had enhanced strength. After all, how else could he have dragged him across the floor.

He got a call from Alfred, Batman put him on the line.

“How did your encounter with Mister Parker go?” Alfred asked.

“Alright,” Batman said. He walked over to the thugs and checked their pulses. They were breathing. Despite all his strength the kid didn’t kill.

“You sure?” Alfred said. “You sound rather fazed, sir.”

“It’s nothing Alfred,” Batman said. He walked over to the Roman and Nico, the pieces of crap that had wounded all those GCPD officers. He picked up the weapon and inspected it. It was Vibranium, specifically the Vibranium weapons used by secret military ops. How these useless thugs got a hold of it, more specifically how the Penguin got a hold of them, nobody knows.

“Whatever you say, sir,” Alfred said. “If you aren’t too busy, Master Grayson and Ms. Gordon found out about a narcotic deal between the Falcone’s and some New York mob boss.”

“Very well,” Batman said. “Just ready the lab for me when I get back.”

In the distance, Batman heard sirens. A flash of red and blue light shone against the grey cement of the parking lot. Bruce realised that he was in Crime Alley, the street given that name after his parents…

He’d best leave this place quickly.

The Batmobile lit up and hummed smoothly as Batman got into it. In the distance he saw rows of police officers headed into the parking lot, the lights of their vehicles shining against their suits.

The Batmobile started up, the smooth voice of the AI welcomed him into the vehicle. Batman revved the engine and zoomed away from where it all started.

“Did you hear me, sir?”

“What was that Alfred?” Batman asked.

“Did you go easy on the boy?”

“No,” Batman said. The Batmobile zoomed through the dark streets of crime alley.

While Peter Parker watched from atop a building, the rain pouring down on his crimson suit.