In The Web Of Gotham

Itsy Bitsy

As Batman raced down the streets of Gotham, he contacted Barbara Gordon. After an incident involving the Joker, she was left paralyzed from the waist down and wheelchair bound for the foreseeable future. Now she has a computer network that connects directly to the Batcomputer. She goes by Oracle to the GCPD, with commissioner Gordon none the wiser that his own daughter helps Batman.

"Barbara, I need you to look into something for me," Batman immediately asked as Oracle answered the call.

"Just tell me when and where and I'll tell you what I found," Oracle replied. Batman listed off the locations of the payphones where the Spider Man called from. He also listed the times that the calls were placed.

"Search for any anomalous movements in the hours leading to the time these phone calls were placed," Batman instructed.

"I was actually going to call about that. At those times, something weird happened that got caught over the CCTV footage. I'm sending you the footage I grabbed," Oracle said. The sound of clicking keys were heard as Batman moved the call over from the Batmobile to the Batcomputer as he arrived back to the Batcave. A screen showing multiple windows of CCTV footage, each having coordinates that matched where the phones are.

As Batman looked at the footage, he saw something shimmery dart by the cameras. An obviously human form, hidden with some form of cloaking.

"You see it, right? The shape?" Barbara said as she rewound the footage and tried to slow the footage down enough to catch a full shot of the invisible figure.

"I see it too. Looks like our Spider Man is significantly more man than spider. Which at least eliminates another Kirk Langstrom situation," Bruce said as he sat down in the chair and examined the footage from the different angles. He starts to analyze the outline to see if he can land an idea of this person's body structure. Thin, somewhat lanky. Strong enough to do this sort of high speed athletics and acrobatics. Doesn't seem strong enough though to do some of the heavy lifting he sees Clark or even Bane do.

"This guy...looks sort of small for what he's been able to do," Bruce muttered.

"Being big doesn't mean he can't do what you do. He just needs to be faster than the criminals and smarter than the criminals," Oracle mentions.

"True. True. Just another facet to add to what we know about the Spider-Man. Chemical Arsenal of spider based adhesive. Enough knowledge to not grab the phone without gloves, and enough technical know-how to know that he's able to appear on camera and accommodates with some sort of cloaking," Bruce said, typing these notes down into his own file about Spider-Man.

As Peter clocked out for the night from the precinct, he looked around to ensure that no one in the immediate area is able to see him. He takes his glasses off, before putting them into an inner pocket on his jacket. He strolled into a nearby alleyway, taking out some gloves. They were red with black lines, a flexible metallic fabric being slipped over Peter's hand as his fingers filled the glove as he tugged them taut around his wrists. His sleeves falling back to reveal that his underclothes are formed of this red and black patterned metallic fabric. He removed his jacket, along with his work shirt. Revealing a black spider dead center on his chest, with a red spider to contrast the blue on his back.

He carefully balled them together, hiding them inside a red duffle bag behind a dumpster next to a fire escape. He immediately grabbed something out of his right pocket, a mask that covered his whole face. White shudder lenses with black apertures that angled downwards, as if the mask's default expression was anger. Peter slipped the mask over his head, pulling it down to his neck. The edge of the mask blending into the edge of the suit that stretched just below his clavicle. The lenses ignite with a blue glow in white shudder of the lenses, the lenses dilating and constricting systematically as if recalibrating themselves. He takes off his cargo pants, hiding them in the duffle bag as well, revealing his suit's pants. Which were blue and form fitting, akin to gymnastic tights. Peter took his work shoes off, tossing them into the duffle bag, revealing the sneaker like shoes that were under his civilian clothes. From his suit's pocket, he grabbed two red devices, which he slapped onto each of the undersides of his wrist. The devices unfold a black wristband that latch around his wrists as the suit's front spider icon has a blue glow activates under the Spider.

"Alright Parker. Here we go again," Peter said, pushing the torso of the central spider. The Spider and its glow turned green as the suit's coloration altered to a dark grey contrasting against a black base. His lenses turned green as well. Even the wrist devices turned black to match. He ran out from the alleyway, leaping up onto a lamp post before using his velocity to carry him off the post onto a wall that he crawls up with ease.

He began running and bounding to maneuver across the rooftops of the more suburban area as he held his arm outwards with his hand in a position with the two fingers pressing inward to his palm. A stream of webbing shooting outwards from the device on his wrist, latching onto a taller building as he begins to climb the strand to gain some altitude. He leaps off, making another strand of the webbing that made him get more velocity and momentum to keep him moving. He's looking around to try and find any criminals to try and stop, doing a patrol.

Bruce Wayne and Barbara Gordon are still trying to find any sense of who this vigilante is. Where they'll come next, how they'll strike. What they might do...

"Wait...one of the cameras is distorting again. He's back!" Barbara informed.

"Where is he?" Bruce asked, grabbing the cowl and walking towards the car.

"Upper East Side!" Barbara said as she sent the coordinates listed on the camera footage. Bruce put the cowl on and assumed the role of Batman once again. The hatch for the Batmobile opened and the Dark Knight leapt in, as the Batmobile booted up and revved up. The hatch closed, the afterburner firing. The car ripped out of the Batcave and hit the road roaring. Now the chase for the Spider Man is on.