Spider-Man In Dc

Midgame

Breaths were ragged. Darkness engulfed the old tunnel, and the only light came from Spider-Man’s new suit—glowing like a spark in the unending gloom.

"Left!" Batman whispered firmly, pointing toward a narrow passage barely wide enough for one person.

The group rushed into the passage. A red flash flared behind them—robot patrols had begun their sweep. There was no choice but to press on.

Minutes later, they entered a wide chamber—empty, save for a single beam of light at its center. For a split second, it felt like safety. But Peter, carrying Shazam on his back, didn’t slow his pace.

“What is this place?” Green Arrow asked, glancing around with unease.

“The security grid marks it as a dead zone…” Batman murmured, inspecting his device.

Peter gently set Shazam down, then turned his head warily.

“This is a trap, isn’t it?”

No answer was needed. The ground shook, and the walls split apart, revealing four gates—from which emerged familiar foes… but not from their world.

Superman, Wonder Woman, Batman, and Spider-Man… alternate versions. The versions of this world—rulers under an “Iron Justice.”

The other Spider-Man spoke first, his voice dripping with mockery

“So, you finally decided to show up, me. I thought you’d keep hiding behind the heroes.”

Peter stepped back half a pace, answering calmly

“You’re not me. You’re just a twisted copy—trapped in a system that knows no mercy.”

The alternate Wonder Woman laughed, spinning her sword with precision

“How cute… a moral speech before battle. You off-worlders are always so weak.”

The real Batman tossed a smoke bomb instantly, as Diana shouted

“Move! This isn’t a fight we can win right now.”

But their enemies were ready.

A crushing blow from the alternate Superman shattered the ground in front of them, forcing them to scatter. In moments, the chamber was alive with screams, explosions, and blows that shook the metallic walls.

Peter now faced himself—or rather, his shadow—in a half-lit arena.

“You know,” the other version said as he stepped forward confidently, “I stopped seeing the point in saving the world. The world needs strong rule, not fragile heroes.”

Peter didn’t respond with words. His answer came through motion—his nano suit fired an energy blast that tore through the air, slamming into his opponent with enough force to demolish a column behind him.

But the copy smiled.

“Nice. Finally fighting like you mean it.”

As they traded blows, Diana clashed fiercely with her alternate self—two swords meeting with perfect balance, each strike echoing a different history.

Elsewhere, Batman realized his counterpart was disrupting his tech in real time—this battle wasn’t just physical, it was a war of minds.

Suddenly, Flash’s voice cut through—it was the real Barry, back on his feet and regaining some speed

“We have to fall back! We’re not winning this round!”

Peter, blocking a deadly punch, replied

“Stick to the plan. We’ll cover you.”