This Ain't Gotham

The Itsy Bitsy Spider

  A/N: A thousand apologies for the lack of updates. Life has been busy, and I've been focusing on school and working on other stories. I hope you enjoy this chapter though!

Btw, I love this picture. I can't believe I found something that adorable. ^^ and funny XD
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Robin wasn't exactly sure how, but when he woke up from his impromptu nap, he found himself back in the room he had commandeered on his first arrival.

Ngh, pull yourself together, Dick. You're getting soft. Bruce would never approve of this slacking off, he thought, mentally chastising himself for falling asleep so easily. Maybe that medication had been stronger than he thought.

   As he pulled his legs around and sat up on the side of the bed, he was surprised that he didn't feel as much stiffness as he had earlier that same day. What was once a pulsing throb was now a dull ache, and he found that breathing didn't jar his system as violently as last time.

    It was the little mercies in life, honestly.

Robin turned around to sneak a quick view of the unfamiliar city outside his window. But instead, he came face to face with what looked like a human spider.

"Ghah!!" he shrieked, instinctively reaching for his escrima sticks. The red and blue thing seemed just as surprised as it nearly fell off the window but seemed to hold on with just its knees and feet. The Boy Wonder blinked a few times before he realized that it really was just a guy in a spider-themed costume, and his surprise turned into curiosity.

"Um, how are you doing that?" he asked. The blue and red spiderling scratched his head.

"Does Mr. Stark know that you're in his building?" he asked, his young voice suggesting that he was only a few years older than Robin.

"Iron Man? Yeah, he knows," Robin shrugged, "Do you need help getting in or...?"

"Oh, no, I've got it."
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As Tony passed Robin's door, he could've sworn he heard voices. Hoping to catch a glimpse of their visitor's "fearless leader," the Iron Man gently pushed open the door and was surprised to find a maskless Spiderman sitting on the bed talking to the dark-haired visitor.

"Hi, Mr. Stark!" the friendly teen greeted, "Robin here says he's from another dimension. How cool is that!"

"Amazing," he replied with an eye roll. There goes another hero caught in this troll's spell. The ebony kid had a habit of befriending almost everyone he meets, but anyone that could hack into his systems in under twenty minutes was labeled dangerous in Tony's book. If only the others could understand that.

But nope, they all saw him as some poor lost kid stuck in the wrong dimension and in need of a friend. He even had Natasha—an international assassin—wrapped around his finger. The kid had to have at least some form of psychic manipulation to get even her on his side.

    Peter turned his attention back to the ebony troll, and their conversation drifted into the science behind dimensional travel. Tony leaned against the doorpost, his eyes widening slightly when he realized the little kid knew what he was talking about.

    Robin was smart, very smart, and the billionaire thought back to the "interview" between the kid and Fury. Now that he thought about it, the teen probably could find his own way back if given enough time and resources.

    "So wait, your world doesn't have vibranium?"

  "Nope. Though your world doesn't have kryptonite either. So maybe each world has its own element? But then again, that doesn't make sense either," the boy wonder mused while rubbing his chin thoughtfully.