Spiderman Batman/Batfam crossover

Chapter 1

Ps. I don't know much about Marvel or its characters outside of Spiderman and other fanfics I've read so sorry if I get their personalities a little wrong.

I screamed as I woke up. I tried to get up and run but my legs failed me and I fell down onto the snow, with my face buried in it I noticed it was red. Now that I mentioned blood my body is painful -not aching or sharp pain, just over all, full body, excruciating pain- and I realise the blood in the snow is mine. I feel like I haven't eaten in days- I haven't. That's one of the few things I'm sure of even if I don't know why or how.

I try to remember why I was here or what led me to this point, it's nice to why why you're bleeding out in the middle of the street you know? After a few seconds of failing miserably I try something easier, whats my name? Spider-Man comes to mind immediately, then Peter Parker. I say them out loud and hearing them spoken brings back memories, it a few things rushs back, the feild trip, the spider bite, uncle Ben.

Okay lets go over what I know, Tony always tells me not to rush into things -like he's one to talk- but even though I don't know who he is or how he's being hypocritical, he's right. I know I'm Spider-Man, my secret identity is Peter Parker and I cannot let anyone find out about that. I'm from New York and I protect it. I joined the Avengers and Tony took me on as an apprentice because of how smart I was -a formula was stirring in my head, I couldn't remember it clearly enough to know what it was but it was important- and while I didn't remember building anything or science I found if I thought about it I knew the answers, these memories and the skill would probably come back in time. I knew my backstory. I knew I could survive senarios stacked against me and I could fight hard even when pushed to the brink, I was good at fighting.

Okay, I can work with that knowledge, I'm good at working with things. And how to survive here quickly comes to mind, sustenance and shelter, I need those first. I could go for longer without food and water but without it my increased healing factor was null and void, and judging by the amout of blood on the ground I desperately needed the healing factor, but it seemed to get even darker and colder and I realised that it was nightfall, shelter was more immediate and important as of now, while I could survive slightly more extreme temperatures as a side effect of my incresed indurance and healing, I would freeze if I stayed out here weakened like this.

I checked my pockets (I was in my usual clothes not my suit) and found nothing, not even a measly dollar. Well great. I pushed my glasses back up my nose when my neck tingled suddenly and I spun to the side "You're fast kid," a guy stood over me with a crowbar.

Usually I'd web him up and leave him with a note for the police, now was not usually. Instincts kicked in and I ran. I went for a wall but years of hiding my identity made me quickly change to sliding into the alley and hiding above an over hanging sign while he caught up, he looked around, cursed, and left.

Okay. No sleeping on ground level for me then. Not like the snow would make that a good idea anyways, I walked into one of the buildings to camp there for the night before I witnessed a whole other guy with a similar idea beat someone out of their make-shift house. Rooftops it is.

I didn't have my web-shooters -I'm sorry my what- but I could still climb walls. Despite the absolute hell zone that was my body and/or health in general, the climbing felt natural and it was easy to do a backbend up onto the roof even though it was probably unnecessary and hurt like heck. I walked under one of the water-tanks which provided a cover from the snow and made sure to look around, there were no roof top entrances so no one should find me up here, and news papers covered the floor underneath the water-tank. The newspapers were grimey and probably placed here in some pathetic attempt to stop water from dripping through the roof, not that it mattered not as the water-tank was frozen solid.

Oh well. I feel alseep that night using the newspapers for installation, I was going to get grimey being in this type of neighbourhood without a house, no point in trying to delay it; esspecially since in my case that might end me with hypothermia or frost bite, neither of which I knew how to fix or if my healing factor could handle it, probably not right now.

...

I woke up in the morning and the pain was gone, well replaced by aching and stiffness and numbness from the cold, not to mention sharp pains like needle pricks when I moved to fast and the pain in my stomach from lack of food.

That's what I had to tackle now, I could survive a few more nights up here, probably not longer but it was still a short term soloution. Onto food.

To my surprise I could bring up a time I hadn't had much food before because we were short on money, I knew how to deal with it. You just eat big meals at school, try to smuggle some home if you can, Aunt May gets the same thing from some of her jobs.

I couldn't just get a job but good schools costed money, even when you're in on a scholarship which I could easily get. I may be Spiderman but deep down I was just a nerd.

So either a crappy public school, been there done that, or I steal. Sometimes I really, really, hate my code of ethics. I sighed and jumped off the roof then landed hard on my bloodied legs (which weren't batter than the rest of my body) and started walking. Then I realised that this was stupid, A. It would be faster and easier finding a school via rooftops even if I coudln't swing B. I couldn't show up like this. Homeless, maybe. Bloodied, no.

So I went dumster diving. Look I needed clothes and who cares if they smelt like garbage, it can't smell that- oh gosh, lets try another bin.

...

After finding a few bins which didn't smell that bad, didn't look radioactive, and didn't make my spider senses tingle (which was harder to do than it should be, only three criterias to meet, not even hard ones!) I had myself a black hoodie in surprisingly good condition, sure it had a few holes but I patched those up in a few seconds. I didn't have a needle but I found enough knifes during this to have one of every size if I wanted and there were ripped clothes lying around everywhere, seriously, this place was horrid, I'd only been here for a day and I've already realised that blood means either RUN or 'oh, just your average street blood' neither of which instaled confidence. Anyways, I also had some track pants which smelt like blood but with me that seemed like a guarantee anyways and that was ignoring the fact I was using these clothes to cover up the fact I had wounds that would probably be fatal if it was anybody else. So, yeah. This was the list of everything I had:

The clothes I got dropped here in
A black and surprisingly decent hoodie
Bloody track pants (also black)
Two different-patterned socks that made one hole-filled pair
A few knifes (I don't kill but I'd rather look scary at least, and not all knife wounds were fatal so I carried one hidden on my figure at all times.)

That was it. I was wearing everything I owened and ignoring the wounds and lack of good sleep I didn't even fell weighed down. Right now I'd even take an uncomfortably stiff suit that Tony makes me wear to galas, I was desperate.

...

An hour later I was in a school, it started tommorow. It wasn't even hard to get in, the desk attendant just made me give her my name so she could add it to the roll call and told me to scram, the hardest part was finding a school that served free lunches.

Whatever, it didn't matter, what mattered was I had triple checked the rule board and you served yourself as much as you wanted and took as many servings as you wanted. I lay under the water-tank thinking happily about the idea of food, even crappy school food that you're not sure is even from earth or meant to be eaten. It was still food.

As I drifted off to sleep I swore i hard the sound of someone swinging through the air, and some mechanical sound. What ever, no food and a healing factor trying to work in overdrive meant I was exausted, barely awake enough to move as of now, not awake enough to speculate about strange sounds in the night.

Good night Aunt May...