Spiderman Batman/Batfam crossover

Chapter 2

I walked into school in the same clothes as yesterday, not uncommon for me. Still, the fact they were blood covered was abnormal, I usually cleaned up my wounds before I went to bed but bandaging them with street rags didn't seem like the best idea and I couldn't handle an infection right now so I was stuck with my bloody t-shirt meant for a hotter enviroment, at least I have a hoodie now.

I sat through math bored out of my mind, but in second period we had history and I forced myself to listen after zoning in for a few seconds and realising that this was not my earth, I really should be more shocked about this so either I'm still in shock or my emotions have shut off as to not wast energy, probably the latter, actually now that I think about it I have every right to be freaking out.

As he talked about a war which didn't seem to have much importance I thought about it, I was going to go to a homeless shelter or orphanage -somehow I doubt having no previous proof of existance was very rare in this city- but when I had started to walk up to one but my spider-sense started going off like crazy so I left quickly.

I stopped myself from sighing out loud as I glanced at the clock in the room, it probably didn't even work; actually, I'm sure it didn't. I waited for lunch hungrily, I had only been here two days or so now and I was already skinnier, not by a lot but a concerning amount for someone who had only been without food for four or five days, sure a third of those were a conscious decision not lack of food but still.

The bell rang and I waited until the first person stood up in order to avoid drawing attention to myself then ran to the cafeteria. I piled my plate high, honestly I wasn't sure if I would be able to do it without throwing up but I really needed it.

I sat in the corner to avoid more looks and hid several bread roles and other things that would keep for at least a day in my hoodie then I dug in. Overall it was some of the trashiest food I've ever ate and that said something, but right now it tasted heavenly. I was distracted enough that it took a shiver on my neck to realise I was being watched, I didn't bother sparing them more than a glance, I was already the weird kid and I was far too hungry to care about them or what anyone here thought of me. I was glad this was only morning tea.

I sat through English which was averge, it had never been my strong suit but thanks to being in a different universe where Spider-Man (or at least his previous battles) didn't exist meant I had a lot of 'original' material for my work. I fought the battles, I could totally claim them as my work.

Then I had science, I smuggled some of the ingredients to that formula that was revoling around my mind. It hadn't left and seemed important enough that I should start prepearing to make it, to see what it was at the very least. I was pretty sure the teacher saw me do it once but when she called me out I gave the answer to what was meant to be the 'extremely hard' formula she had written on the board, she quickly shut up when she realised I didn't even use paper to figure it out.

Then came lunch, I ate a lot again. I was sure I had eaten more than a normal human could but it was just so good. While morning tea had been enough to satisfy my hunger (for now), lunch let me finally get some food in my stomach that could be spent on healing myself.

I felt the effect almost instantly and I looked down at my hand and the bruises on them melted back into my skin as well as feeling less stiff all over. I smiled happily and continued wolfing down my meal

A few minutes later a young boy with tan skin and spikey black hair gave me a look and I realised I had a cut on my cheek that must be healing itself, it wasn't deep by my standreds but it was enough to make people ask questions so I pulled my hood up after that. Still, I didn't bother to watch him, the students here thought I was a freak but I doubted their beliefs would go quite that far.

PE was next but I felt good enough after lunch that I saw no need to make an excuse about why I couldn't run, better to save those for later.

Last period was Social Studies but I was thankful for it, like history it meant I could catch up on important things going on on this earth. No one pays much attention to kids like me but at some point you can push that rule a little too far, I was afraid that not knowing about any major events would be that push.

I went back to the water-tank feeling happy, school was normal even if nothing else could be. Through the appropriate amount of eavesdropping I had figured out only one day of the week left and then a half day, which was weird but this has been a weird week, and then through what was probably an unhuman level of eavesdropping I had figured out that the school only went on for three days and then it had a half day that ended at morning tea, at least I get one meal on that day.

My last thought before drifting off was (as always) Good night Aunt May.

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My second school day repeated the same only art (which I was abysmal at, unless it was photography or weaving/sewing and it wasn't, we were given crayons and paper and told to have fun) was swapped out with science, which was a shame.

But I feel asleep warily that night, my subconscious was telling me something was wrong but my spider-senses were only tingling for the first bit of my journy home and dangers to be expected in these parts.

Good night Aunt May.

Little did I know that if it hadn't been for the instincts and behaviours I had built into my system about losing people who try to follow me on my way home, a certain bird would have followed me here tonight.