Spider-Man did not expect to see a high-tech weapon pointed straight at his face.

He was about to fire his webs but the Penguin cut him off.

“Don’t try anything,” the Penguin said, grinning. “Or this itsy-bitsy Spider will go down the water spout.”

Spider-Man raised his hand in surrender. At the back of the truck he noticed Robin leaning against the wall, blood running down his shoulder and Batgirl trying to treat the wound. A rather dazed thug pointing the nozzle of the machine gun at the base of her skull.

And just at that moment the truck entered city grounds.

The Penguin grinned, an ugly sick grin. “It would be a shame if this went off in the city, wouldn’t it?”

The Penguin pressed the trigger, a blue ball of energy formed in the centre.

“C’mon Penguin, old buddy, old pal,” Spider-Man said, Peter trying his hardest to stop his voice from shaking. “Maybe we can work a deal out.”

“Pal?” Penguin said, smirking. Taking in this moment, savouring it like a man at a restaurant. “If I recall, you called me short.”

Spider-Man met Batgirl’s eyes. She nodded at him. Robin’s eyes fluttered open.

“That was a joke,” Spider-Man said, laughing nervously. “You know how friends make jokes.”

The ball was getting bigger. The Penguin’s grin was getting wider.

“All I have to do is pull this trigger,” Penguin said. “And squish this little spider.”

He knew it would be stupid but Spider-Man had to do something. Anything. If this weapon was let loose in the city there was no telling what it could do.

“What’s the matter Spider-Man?” Penguin sneered. “Cat got your tongue?”

There was a loud pop. The truck lurched causing the weapon to fly in the air. Spider-Man leapt for it but he missed it by inches, it clattered on the floor. The Penguin scrambled for it but it clattered towards Batgirl who tried to grab it but the thug tripped and the gun hit the wall. Robin dazed tried to get it but the goon pushed him out. Stumbling like zombies, Robin and the thug walked out the truck causing both Batgirl and Spider-Man to grab them and get them out of the way.

Batgirl and Spider-Man met on a roof, Spider-Man holding the thug and Batgirl holding Robin.

Below them the Batmobile hummed, cutting around corners, skidding past cars and crashing into lampposts and traffic lights.

“You go handle the Penguin,” Batgirl said. “I’ll take care of Robin and chuckles over there.”

Spider-Man nodded and ran off the building, attaching a web to the sides of the building and following behind the Batmobile.

The truck was swerving and jerking. Penguin stumbled back and forth, the Vibranium weapon shaking in his hands. His thug’s unconscious bodies were littering the streets, causing the Batmobile and oncoming traffic to violently turn to avoid their bodies.

The truck was missing its right wheel, causing the axle to emit a shrill metal screech with a trail of sparks following suit.

The truck righted itself, swaying a little but still it corrected itself. The Penguin’s grip on his gun was firm. He would get this son of a bitch and end it, once and for all.

The ball grew and grew, the Penguin sneered. To hell with Gotham. He would be the one who killed the Batman.

The Batmobile’s lights flashed upon him and the Penguin was face to face with the metal goliath. Still he remained calm, his finger on the trigger.

Batman had his finger inches away from the eject button.

Spider-Man saw the ball grow and grow.

The Batman ejected.

The Penguin fired.

And a wave of destruction followed.