The Amazing Spider-Man of Young Justice (Season 1)

Where Have You Gone To Spider-Man

The Daily Bugle; 30th November, 14:36 EDT

J. Jonah Jameson sat at his desk at the Daily Bugle, setting up the next morning's edition. Stacks of freshly printed copies pile up around him, and he's in his usual intense mode, reviewing layout proofs while managing to bark orders to anyone nearby. With a red pencil in one hand and a phone cradled against his shoulder, he scribbles quick edits and fixes typos in the headlines as he speaks to his son on the phone.

"Yeah, yeah, John, I know. Just make sure you get enough rest before the launch," he grumbled into the receiver, his tone gruff but still hinting at some fatherly concern. "No, I don't care what the engineers say, sleep's just as important as calculations. NASA should've figured that out by now."

As he continues marking up the proofs, Betty Brant steps into the room, looking slightly uneasy, followed by a scruffy man clutching a wrinkled duffle bag. Jameson glances up, eyes narrowing.

"Betty, who's this guy?" he snaps, waving his pencil in their direction. "I'm up to my neck in tomorrow's edition here!"

Betty clears her throat and gestures to the man. "Mr. Jameson, this man says he has something you'd want to see."

Jameson raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "He does, huh? Look, unless he's got Spider-Man in that bag, I don't have time for it."

The man opens his bag, reaching in carefully, and pulls out a rumpled, red-and-blue suit. The room goes silent as the Daily Bugle staff stares at the Spider-Man costume in disbelief, their collective attention drawn to the unmistakable spider emblem and the vibrant colors now dulled and faded from wear.

Jameson's eyes widen as he leans forward, then lets out a gleeful cackle. "Well, wouldn't ya look at that. The web-head's suit, right here in the Daily Bugle!" He laughs triumphantly, hardly able to believe his eyes.

"Where did you find that?" one of the other staff members asks, breaking the silence.

The man shrugs, a hint of pride in his voice. "In the trash, down on 54th Street. I figured I'd bring it to the guy who'd get the most out of it." He glances back at Jameson, waiting.

"Oh, so Spidey finally gave up, did he?" Jameson sneers, grabbing the suit and holding it up for all to see. "Looks like ol' Spider-Man couldn't handle the heat! The Daily Bugle wins!" He chuckles, a wide grin stretching across his face.

The man clears his throat. "So, uh... think I oughta get something for my troubles, maybe?"

Jameson's brow furrows. "What do you think this is, a charity? You want me to pay you for a garbage pick?"

The man doesn't budge, eyeing Jameson expectantly.

Jameson rolls his eyes, clearly annoyed. "Alright, alright. Fifty bucks, and that's my final offer!"

The man huffs but nods, and Jameson slaps the cash into his hand with a grumble. Holding up the suit, he lets out a self-satisfied snicker. "And maybe this'll finally shut up those high and mighty folks over at the Daily Planet."

Jameson barks out a laugh, triumphant as he imagines his headline for the morning: SPIDER-MAN NO MORE!

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The following morning, copies of the Daily Bugle's bold headline, SPIDER-MAN NO MORE!, flooded New York City newsstands, disappearing off shelves faster than they could be restocked. Papers spread across the country, picked up by various news outlets, making it clear that Spider-Man had—seemingly—quit.