Spiderman Batman/Batfam crossover

Chapter 8

I woke up feeling like crap and my entire side was stiff and sore, but at least I could move, even if it hurt. I must've slept in but the dumpster made for surprisingly good shelter, at least it wasn't raining. I would be late but I doubted the teachers would notice

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I was really worried, we had PE first and Peter never showed up but if he had been gone the whole of yesterday that might be a good thing, it was hard to run if you were hurt. I walked to Social Studies anxiously, as I sat down Peter walked in and I paled, he looked like crap.

His hair was a mess, he had bags under his eyes, he couldn't stop shivering and I'm pretty sure I could see a different colour of red dripping down his side and onto his track pants "ARE YOU BLEEDING!?!" I whisper yelled as he sat down next to me
"No, just red pants." Peter said, there was no pain in his vocie but that was not just red, that was blood on red. I didn't push but I really wanted to. I pulled my thermos out of my bag and handed it to Peter
"It's coffee, it should still be warm and you look like you need it." I said, he took a hesitant sip and his eyes went wide "It's strong, sorry. I should've warned you."
"No its great." Peter said, I could tell he didn't want to accept it but he clearly loved it
"Keep it Peter, I have another one in my bag. And I'm not taking it back even if you ask, it would be a waste of breathe." I reassured, he smiled and drank almost half the cup in one gulp. I could see the groggyness leave him
"Thanks Tim." he said

Peter spent the rest of the period sipping on coffee and talking to me, he handed the thermos back to me when the period was over. As usually he ate a lot but he filled his plate much higher than the other times, I sat down at the table and watched him take food in the line, he was unconsciously stopping himself from stretching or twisting his stomach on the side he had bloodied, so he was actually hurt.

He ate fast. He sat up straighter and his movments became less stiff once he had eaten a decent amount, then Damian (who had just finished putting food on his plate) walked over, I was surprised that Peter had already finished his food. He gnawed on a bread roll as we talked.

"Yeah, Dick was hanging from the chandelier- it was hilarious." I said, we were talking about siblings
"Do you have any family Peter?" Damian asked, Peter froze
"I'm an only child and I don't live with anyone right now..." he left it at that and we let him, the abusive theory was looking better by the moment, why else would you pretend you didn't have anyone?
"So are yo-" Peter sneezed loud enough to interupt me
"Sorry, I must have caught a cold." Peter said, the strange thing is he said it like it was unusual for him.
"Here." I pulled out some cough medicine.
"Are you sure?" Peter asked,
"Yeah, don't worry about it." I said, he hesitated
"Can I take some for later?" he asked
"Definitely." I said, I was glad he was warming up to us, he took 7 and swallowed 2. I opened my mouth to start talking again but the bell rang, the half day was over.
"Bye Tim!" Peter called and he stood up,
"Bye Peter!" me and Damian called back in unison from the table.

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I went to the bathroom before leaving but not to use it. I hid behind the stall door and put all 5 of the remaining pills in my mouth and swallowed them simultaneously, I was used to it. I could immediately fell them going into effect. I'm not sure if it's a seperate power or just my metabolism but ever since the bite, medication (as well as acohol, medical drugs (I don't plan on testing actual drugs), poisions and that catagory) doesn't work as well on me, it gets cleared out of my system fast and I need to take stronger ones for it to work in the first place.

Hopefully this medicine would be enough to fight the cold until it would be reasonable to ask Tim for more. I walked back to base.

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I felt horrible. I had woken up in the middle of the night (again) and my cold had fully set in, my nose was blocked, my mind was fuzzy from the cold and I hadn't fully woken up yet, I hadn't bothered to clean sleep out of my eyes and I wanted to go crawl up in my nest.

I could barely think straight but the nest thing seemed like a good idea. I hopped into the building below me and started webbing, I didn't bother sparing the energy it would take to process the fact I had both organic and lab-made webs, and that I was using organic ones -it wasn't important enough right now. I started to add more support rather than just structure but the weight of my webs made them pull off the wall in flaky bits of rotting wallpaper.

I hopped out onto the side of the building and scuttled to the nearest alley, the walls were cold brick and there was something unsafe about this place, my spidey senses tingled but I couldn't bring myself to care. It took a while but soon I had spun my web and jumped up into the sleeping area I had made, I was satisfied. I tries spinning more webs for a blanket but I was all out, it would take time and food for my body to make more, oh well, the webs were insulation enough. I felt myself finally fall back to sleep,

Good night Aunt May...