Gotham meet Spider-Man and Black Cat

Chapter 1

Peter opened his eyes and felt a terrible pain. His head ached like it did when he first got bit. The night sky was spinning. That's not supposed to happen right? Peter felt the concrete below him. Concrete was not comfortable to lay on. He went to get up and felt pain shoot through his whole body. Peter felt something terrible in his throat. Before he knew it he was standing over a trash can and was throwing up. You could hear the bile hit the bottom of the empty trash can. Peter wiped his face to see bile and blood.

Battling on the new Statue of Liberty against people from another universe did a number on Peter. He felt dirty, sweaty and was bleeding everywhere. His suit was damaged beyond repair. Peter limped in pain before his body gave out. When it did he expected to feel concrete. Instead he felt a person. He heard someone groan. Peter rolled off of them and stared at the night sky. "Sorry about that." He looked to his right and was too shocked to mask his reaction. The person he landed on was Felicia Hardy.

Felicia was in a black Empire State University hoodie and black sweatpants. Her beautiful white hair fell perfectly down her back. She was in nothing but white socks that made it hard to move in. Felicia ran to him and put a hand on his face. Peter tried to get away, she shouldn't be showing him affection. It would only get her hurt or worse, killed. "What the hell happened to you Spider." Her face showed concern like she cared about him. Peter let out a humorless laugh. "Just the usual. Fighting super villains from another universe with two other versions of me." Peter smiled at her to make it seem like he was alright. Felicia sighed. "Why can't it ever be simple with you heroes? We need to leave this alley so I can patch you up correctly."

Felicia helped Peter up, or more accurately picked him up. He was barely able to stand on his own. "Shit where are we." Felicia huffed. Everything was spinning again. "Felicia, I don't feel so good." Everything went black.

Felicia let out a string of curse words and obscenities. She had no idea where she was and had to deal with a passed out and very hurt Peter Parker. This had to be karma for all of the crimes she had committed. Peter always said that crime didn't pay, maybe he was right. It took a good 25 minutes for her to find a place for them. It was an old abandoned firehouse. She could've been here quicker but it would not look good to be seen dragging an unconscious Spider-Man into an abandoned building.

Once she was in, Felicia laid him down on one of the old beds. She needed to plan. She went around the firehouse searching for anything she could use. The only thing useful she found was a few old notebooks and two pens. Felicia ripped out a piece of paper and planned out what she needed. Peter needed bandages, stitches and something to clean his wounds. They both needed clothes and money. It was a good thing she was a thief. And she was a very good thief.

Felicia made a mental note of where the firehouse was and quickly ran off. She climbed onto rooftops and ran across the many buildings. While walking she noticed a man walking down the street. From what she could tell, he had a stripe of white hair in his mostly black hair. He looked to be almost 6'4 and had a huge upper body. That didn't scare Felicia though. She had robbed and fought people way bigger than her before. Felicia crept down the building without making a sound. His wallet had been sticking out of his pocket. She snatched it, opened his wallet and grabbed some cash. He had four one hundred dollar bills on him. She grabbed it and put it back in his pocket. Jason Todd would be added to the many victims of the Black Cat's robberies.

Felicia fled the scene before he could notice. Next up was a store. That part was easy. She found a pharmacy and bought three first aid kits for $138. With the last $262 she bought both of them shoes, pants, underwear, and shirts. While she was walking down the aisle she saw a mirror and was shocked to say the least. She looked young. Felicia was 18 not 14. She looked so young. Her hair only went down to just past her neck and her curves were not as defined. She thought about Peter and only just realized how young he was. Peter was smaller. His hair was shorter and he was skinnier. Felicia quickly traded the clothes and shoes out for smaller ones and was out the door as soon as possible. They were down to just $10. She was lucky to have enough money for an outfit. Let alone one for each of them and multiple pairs of undergarments and socks.