Gotham. A place that can only be described as anything but rainbow and sunshine filled with criminals and mobsters that try to take control of the city. At the current moment, a shooting was happening at the center of the city with gunshots and sirens could be heard. Police were having a hard time dealing with the criminals considering the chaos happening all around.
Normally, the dark knight of Gotham would normally deal with these goons but their protector was running late. A middle aged man with blown hair and a thick mustache.
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“Everyone takes cover!” He tries to take control of the situation and minimize the casualties and damages happening. This was commissioner Jim Gordon.
‘Where the hell is Batman when you need him!’ Jim thought of shooting at the criminals. Even though the dark knight has no killing rule, Jim was not Batman. He managed to shoot one of them but only for their body to regenerate and showed insane resilience.
‘Somethings wrong. This guy is on something.’ He clicked his tongue in annoyance, unable to end the fight considering they were only normal humans.
It was then Jim heard a truck and immediately dodged as it slammed into the police cars causing explosion and shrapnel to hit Jim in the leg and several of his body only was saved by the kevlar vest that prevented the debris from penetrating his body.
Jim felt his body was extremely sore and in excruciating pain only numbed by the adrenaline as he looked at the criminal and saw that one of them was getting closer arrogantly believing that they won as they pointed the guy at him.
When things seemed lost, Jim saw the guns of the criminal were suddenly taken by something and they all saw someone landed on the ground where their eyes saw a figure in black and red that had webbing design and spider emblem.
"Hey guys, didn't your mothers ever tell you guns are bad?" Spidey quipped, his tone light but his stance ready.
“What? Who are you? Are you another of Batman's protégé?” Jim asked in sheer disbelief.
“I'm just your Friendly Neighborhood Spiderman here to deliver some ass whooping.” His voice was rather robotic and it was difficult to identify their age.
“Commissioner, can you stand?” He asked and Jim slowly stood up while Spiderman or Peter took his stance preparing himself to fight.
“Yes, I'll handle the injured.” Jim knew that question could come later. Helping the people was the main priority.
“Alright, I'll leave that to you. Now then, are you guys ready? It's my first time so I'll be gentle.” A light chuckle was heard as the criminal who was far used to fighting batman were getting annoyed and immediately rushed towards Peter but his reflexes and martial art of Spider Fu.
The goons turned, anger and surprise on their faces.
"Get him!" one of them shouted, and they rushed at Spider-Man.
