Spider-Man: Gotham's Web (RWBY/DC: FATE)

Chapter 10: Heroes for Auction (Part 3)

|GOTHAM HARBOR
|2010 June 23, 00:16 EDT
Third POV:
He didn't get it, and that was what was really weird about the whole thing. He usually got things, could understand stuff that no one else did. He prided himself on that fact. While the rest of the world swallowed what they were told, content with the wool that was pulled over their eyes, he alone saw existence for what it was. But Spider-Man puzzled him and he didn't like being puzzled. That second rate hack behind all of this, Questioner or Quizzler or whatever, enjoyed them, but not him. No, he much preferred jokes. So why couldn't he get this kid, and really, what was so puzzling about him? He practically popped up out of nowhere weeks ago, took down a few B-movie wannabes, fought The Clown Prince of Crine himself, while also stealing his jokes and had gone and gotten himself labeled as an assassin. Which only proved his earlier point. Count what's-his-name had lied and people believed him without a second thought. Really, they were all just sheep. No wait, they were the pigs who set up a democracy on a farm, that wasn't really a democracy. All animals are equal, but some are more equal than others. Oops, he gotten off topic again. Back to the kid. He supposed it wasn't unusual that he didn't know much about mysterious little Spidey, but that wasn't what was bothering him. No, what was really making his brain itch, and not in the fun way, it was that weird Vuja de feeling. He was certain, well 73% certain, that he'd never met Spider-boy before. He looked up, studying the replay of the kid's fight against the two "skilled" fighters, when his eyes suddenly widened in delight and disbelief. That was why the kid had sparked his interest! He recognized that left hook! He fought like the Bat! Uncontrollable laughter bubbled out of his mouth as he threw his head back in sheer joy. He leaned back so much his chair almost tipped over. He peeked a glance at the other so called villains, smiling to himself as they stupidly watched the recording without really seeing. He loved how he was the only one who truly got where the kid's moves came from, how he'd picked up on it before anyone else had. Not even old Raise a' Ghoul, he was pretty sure that was the guy's name, seemed to notice it. Bah, and the crotchety old timer had the nerve to consider himself as Batsy's greatest foe. He had to stuff his fist into his mouth to stop laughing in order to focus on the replay. As he continued to study Spidey kid, he noticed that most of his aerial moves looked like Bird Boy's and .......Harley's. So the kid delivered punches and kicks like Batman, but moved and dodged like Wisecrack and.Robin. How sooo very interesting! His smile disappeared for a second as he saw the way The Spider blocked the girl's sword with his claws. He could remember a few times when Batsy would use his arm blades, but never like the way SM was using it and to his extensive knowledge, which was very thorough mind you, he knew Batsy never used a weapon to fight with. Whenever Spidey-boy lashed out against his opponents, he always went for the weakest areas and hit them. Hard. He laughed once again as some of the idiots in the crowd flinched and groaned in sympathy for the replay of the two girls whenever they were hit by the steel staff. The boy was absolutely brutal. Really, that was another aspect Junior shared with the Bat. Even more puzzling was that it looked nothing like the kind of style Batman would use. Then again, what did he know about Kung-Phooey fighting forms? Oh, Batsy was harsh, but only with his fists; rarely did he use a weapon to beat down on his enemies. Batarangs and smoke pellets didn't count. He supposed the kid used the webs and claws to make up for his lack of physical strength, but from the looks of Rated-S he didn't think that the kid's punches would feel as feathery as Bird Boy's. Still, he knew that this kid was somehow tied to The Dork Knight. There were too many similarities for the two not to know each other. Now that he thought about it, didn't the kid team up with Bats and Birdie to take down the Mad Hatter? Nice fellow that Hatter, he obsessed over tea way too much. Still Gotham was his city. It belonged to him, the Clown Prince of Crime. Whether the kid had meant to or not, he had gained the interest of Gotham's worst criminal, more than it was originally. The Joker laughed louder than before.

|GOTHAM HARBOR
|2010 June 23, 00:18 EDT
Spider-Man POV:
I regained my breathing while the replay of my fight with Cheshire and Ravager was shown above on the TV screens. Some henchmen had already come in and removed the two girls, though they had spent a good five minutes each by trying to cut them out of the Adhesive Web. Cheshire had come too once she had been freed and had nodded at him before she had walked off the floor while carrying a still unconscious Ravager. No one had come over with a first aide to tend his injuries with this time. I looked down at his broken and bleeding arm, which was taking a little longer to heal. I was going to have do another fight, but I couldn't risk damaging it more than I already had. I fired a Constrictive Web that bound itself tightly around my right arm, making me flinch in pain. It was the best kind of support I could offer to my injury at the moment. Hopefully the makeshift brace would provide enough protection against further attacks and keep my fractured bones in place. I looked up at the screen and studied the fight, picking out what I did wrong: I held back, such as not using my invisibility in the fight because I didn't wantto reveal all of my abilities. Now that I could see the match from a different perspective, I could see that invisibility would've been useful against Cheshire and Ravager, but I had to take into account that both girls could've been trained to detect the unseen. That same reasoning applied to why I hadn't used any smoke pellets. I ran a scan on my Xenothium Core and nearly cursed out loud as I read that I only had a total of 19%. I ran the power usage for my abilities in my head. That only left me with a maximum of teleporting ten more times, meaning I should only use it when absolutely necessary. My webs didn't take up too much power, but I definitely couldn't use anymore Electric Web's, they took a good fucking 10% of energy to produce! Which is probably why my suit was so drained. During my fight with Croc, he must've eaten away half of my reserves. Web Adhesives and Constrictive were also crossed off from the list of options. It looked like I would have to rely on his physical capabilities for the rest of my fights. Normally that wouldn't have hindered my chances all that much. Over the years, I've learned not to rely on my gadgets too much, growing more adept at close combat. But with a broken arm, my steadily increasing exhaustion, and other minor injuries, I wasn't really in the best shape for that kind of fighting. My thoughts were interrupted as I heard a familiar laughter from above. I looked up, past the TV, and spotted a balcony full of the most dangerous and powerful criminals in the world.