Gotham meet Spider-Man and Black Cat

Chapter 10

"Alright lets start again. My name is Miles Morales, one of the many Spider-Man's across many different universes. I was bitten by a radioactive spider from another world and was trained to be great by many others like me from other universes. I fought the leader of the Spider-Society, Miguel O'Hara and proved that canon events didn't destroy worlds. I defeated my nemesis The Spot and saved the entire Spiderverse. Now I am currently trapped in another universe and am trying to figure out how to get back home to my amazing family." Miles spoke while walking down the street.

Now how the hell was Miles supposed to find this universe's Spider-Man? Sure, he could wait until the middle of the night when he was patrolling but from what he is seeing, there are a lot of vigilantes in this terrible city. The streets are dirtier than the streets of all five New York boroughs and it smells worse than "Humbling Reality" Spider-Man.

The people all have something up their ass. You ask for directions and you get yelled at, you ask about something, you get cussed out, you walk down the wrong alley and you get mugged. These dudes need to chill.

Miles watched as one of the vigilantes, Signal? stopped a mugging in the middle of the street. The superhero was awesome. Miles watched in awe as he took down his opponent within seconds and made the mugger look like the dumbest person on the planet.

Miles always kept some cash on him when he went out. It didn't matter if it was as Spider-Man, with his parents, or by himself. He had close to $100 on him and bought himself simple clothing and a mask for the night. As he was wandering around he saw a familiar face. He saw Peter Parker. He may have looked different from the other Peter's he met, but there was no doubt in Miles's mind that he was the Peter Parker of this universe.

Peter had left the clinic he was at without telling anyone. Okay, maybe he left a note for Felicia, Cass, Steph, Tim, and Duke but that's besides the point. It wasn't right for them all to get so close to him. If Peter lets himself too far in then, one or more of them might die. Peter can't have any more death's on his conscience.

He knows they will find him at school and interrogate him to find out why he left the hospital. All the note said was have a nice day with a smiling Spider. But Peter needed the space. He needed to be free and to not have everyone hovering around him. Peter ripped out the tracker that was placed in his phone. He doesn't know when it was placed their but he could imagine it was done last night when he was asleep.

Bruce Wayne was not a man that Peter trusted very much. Peter knew he felt the same way. The man was the human version of paranoia. Peter could see the way he looked at him like he was a problem and needed to be controlled. But Peter didn't need to be controlled or tested on, he was a perfectly normal human being. Sure, Peter could lift a building, run faster than some cars, stick to walls and ceilings, hear everyone and everything around him, but he was still a normal human being.

Dammit, why was everything so bright all of a sudden. Everything was too much, the lights, the sounds, the pounding in his head. Peter quickly ran into an alley way and ran up the fire escape. When he made it to the roof of the building he curled in on himself. He tried to control his breathing the way May taught him to.

Fuck! He can't think of May. He can't get her dead body out of his head. Everything won't stop spinning. It's all too much, he's too weak. Peter stumbled before hitting his head on the ground and passing out.

Peter woke up to see the night sky. He slowly got up and groaned in pain. "What the hel- heck." Peter rubbed his eyes and used the ledge to help him stand. Peter felt his senses go wild and looked around to see a man in a black ski mask behind him. "Before you ask, I don't have any money on me. The only things you'll get from me is trauma and a mild case of second-hand depression, and maybe a broken arm." Peter talked in a groggy voice. It hurt to speak.

"I'm not here to rob you Peter." Miles took off his mask. Both of their senses went off in recognition of each other. Peter's eyes widened as all of his senses hit him like a truck. "Woah. You're like me." Miles smiled and walked over to him. "Yeah I am, do you know anywhere we could talk privately."

Peter thought for a second before speaking. "Yeah. Just don't kill me when I turn around or I'll haunt you till you until the end of time." Peter motioned for him to follow him and Miles ran with him. It felt great for Miles to have another Peter to talk to.

Peter and Miles arrived at the firehouse not too long later. Peter could tell people had been there. And by people, he meant the bats. He shushed Miles before looking for any mics or camera's. When he found none he sighed and noticed Miles did the same.

"So, who exactly are you, I've met other Spider-Man's before but they were both different versions of me." Peter spoke with clear interest in his voice. "My name is Miles Morales, I'm assuming you don't know about the Spider-Society if you have never heard of me." Miles was used to dealing with Peter's. This one was no different, you could see the excitement in his eyes as he heard about the Spider-Society.

"I'm sorry did you just say Spider-Society? Are you telling me that there is a secret society for different Spider-Man's?" Miles smirked as Peter acted more and more like an excited puppy. "That's exactly what I'm saying Peter. I was actually hoping you knew about it so I could get home but, we should be good. If anyone can figure out how to get me back home, it's Peter Parker."

Peter blushed at the compliment and smiled softly. "I'm happy you think so highly of me, but I'm not really the smartest of people. Maybe you could go and try Batman, or Red Robin. I'm sure they could figure this all out before me." Miles shook his head. There was no way Peter wasn't smart. Even the dumbest one's were smarter than everyone he has ever met.

Miles waved his hands in the air. "Woah, woah, woah, calm down Peter. I don't want to hear anything about you not being smart. You are Peter Parker, Spider-Man. I don't know who has made you feel dumb in the past but you are the furthest thing from stupid." It was Peter's turn to shake his head. "If you actually knew me then maybe you wouldn't be saying that."

"What are you talking about Peter?" Peter sighed and rubbed his face. "What I'm talking about, is how I ripped apart the universe to try and make people forget who Spider-Man was and gave one the biggest super-villains ever, glasses that could control killer drones, so don't tell me I'm super smart. I shouldn't be Spider-Man, I'm not fit for it, but I'm too selfish to give it all up. Go find someone else to get back to your universe."

Peter walked past him and went to open the window before Miles webbed his hand to the window. "I'm not looking for anyone else Peter. I understand the pain you're going through more than anyone else. Us Spider-Men have to stick together. Pun unintended." Miles looked at Peter with trust. Peter hated it, why can't people just stop trusting him.

"I can't. Miles I can't. I can't have another person die because of me." Peter begged. "Yes you can Peter." Peter shook his head. "How can you say that? You don't even know me." Peter spoke softly. "Because you're Peter Parker. The smartest and most intelligent person I have ever met across time and space. People die Peter, that doesn't always make it our fault. They wouldn't want you to give up. Be the Peter Parker you are meant to be. Be the Spider-Man you are meant to be. Be the Hero kids look up to. Stop hating yourself and let yourself be free. I know it's not easy. I hated myself for a while. I still do, but you can't let it hold you back." Peter looked up at Miles to see him staring at him with sympathy and understanding in his eyes.

"So when do we start?" Peter questioned, a hint of a smile on his face. Miles smirked in return. "Right now, Spider-Man."