Tides Of Change (Spiderman, Batman Crossover)

Chapter Eight (tagged)

I saw a red light coming from Superman's eyes and the Hyenas running. The lenses were flashing red, a yellow sign displayed on them. All I could make out was; Health Critical.

Before giving way to the darkness...

Once again.....

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Beep.

Beep..

Beep...

My body felt heavy with sleep, my eyes refused to open. That beeping is so annoying. Why won't someone turn it off?

There was some shuffling beside me, and a voice. It sounded familiar, warm, perhaps even safe. "Master Bruce, You do suppose it is better to keep him here instead of he Mountain where someone can keep an eye on him constantly?"

"We've been through this Alfred." Bruce. I felt relief go through my body, but why? "He's been stable ever since the first flat line. And if he were to die, I wouldn't want Jason to be the first one to see it. I don't want him going through that."

"Of course Master Bruce."

I found that I could open my eyes a little after the two left. I tried moving my fingers, they worked. Next my toes.

After a few seconds they worked. I sighed in relief. What happened? Did another building fall on me? I chuckled weakly, only for pain to stab me in the chest. After a few seconds it faded.

I grinned happily, knowing that my advance healing decided to kick in. I swung my feet off the side of the bed and started at my right leg.

There was a twisted scar that branched out several ways.

I stood up quicker than I should have and limped over to the mirror. I pulled off the hospital gown and couldn't believe what I saw.

The scar started under the left part of my chin and ran down it, it wove down my shoulder onto my back and chest. My stomach was mutilated by the scars, the ones from the Laughing Bat still evident. The scar soon connect and ran down my right leg.

Tears filled my vision and I clinched my fist. "Litchenburg. That's all you came out with." Dick was leaning against the door frame, a cup in hand. "Your lucky you didn't die. What the hell were you thinking?" His tone was remorseful.

"I wasn't thinking." I said softly and grabbed the pair of sweatpants, putting them on. I stopped and remembered something. Screaming.

My back straightened, "Is Jason okay? Did he get out of the water before-"

"Yes." He interrupted me. "Superman got him out before anything bad could happen. Just some first degree burns."

I covered my face with my hands and leaned against the table, crouching so it didn't feel weird. "I'm such a freaking idiot."

"You thought on the fly, did what you thought was right."

"Still I got people hurt. I'd he were to die like-" I stopped myself and shook my head. "I need some air."

"No you need rest." He frowned and tried to stop me from leaving.

I grew frustrated and snapped at him. "Will you just screw off?" I grabbed my web shooters and shot one above him.

The web pulled me forward and I went over him, clambering onto the ceiling. "Peter come down." I sighed and rolled my eyes. Walking off to merge with the shadows.

I had no doubt that cameras were watching me, I just needed time to myself. I pulled myself into a shaky hand stand on the bar, trying to be careful since it was only five inches wide. After a few seconds I brought my body down for a bridge, groaning slightly as my muscles stretched. I hated being so stiff.