Another Vigilante?

Are You There?

"This is a nice place you got here, Peter." Without thinking, Dick pulled out one of his escrima sticks and threw it at the owner of the voice. Only to watch it pass right threw Mysterio. "That was just rude." Mysterio the appeared behind Dick, closely leaning into his ear.

"I outta do something about you. Seeing as you're Peter's new friend who is also a skilled vigilante, you pose a threat to me." Suddenly, Dick's vision distorted until he was no longer in Peter's apartment.

He was on a rooftop. It was dark, and the rain was pouring down in thick drops, landing on his suit and beading off before some sank into it, dampening his suit. At least that's what it felt like. "It's okay, baby." The voice made his blood freeze. Catalina.

What was she doing here? She was long arrested, why was she back with him and saying the same words from that night. This wasn't right, he thought as she smiled at him, creeping closer to him like a predator with its prey. A tarantula with a particularly small, vulnerable, and unfortunate bird.

This wasn't right. He couldn't have just gone from being in Peter's apartment to being back here with Catalina. He simply couldn't accept that. Catalina started putting her hands on him, making him recoil. "Don't touch me."

Dick shook his head. He had to get back to Peter. "Peter? Are you here?" He felt a hand on his shoulder, one that was too warm to be Catalina's. Through the illusion, he could hear the subtle sound of Peter's voice. "Yeah, I'm here. I'm with you."

He tried his best to focus, even with Catalina reaching for him again, the strong and floral smell of her perfume suddenly hitting his nose, making him nauseous. "What happened?" He asked, grabbing Peter's hand and holding onto it, doing his best to ground himself and come back to reality as he shoved Catalina away again.

"It's Mysterio. You aren't trained to see through his illusions, so-" "So what seeing right now is just an illusion caused by Mysterio?" He left out the fact that other senses were being affected as well. Touch, smell, and hearing were also being violated.

"Yeah, I'll help you get through it, don't worry." Dick threaded his fingers with Peter's as a sudden panic gripped his mind. "Just talk to me for a moment." He was reminded of Scarecrow's fear toxin and the way it would first cause him to hallucinate, the the fear followed.

His grounding factor during those times was Bruce or, on occasion, Jason. Now it has to be Peter. "Of course. I kinda have to talk to help you through this." Dick nodded at Peter's response.

-TinyRaptorz