Spider-man of Justice!

New York, New York

I have returned my readers, from my long slumber, to bring you another chapter. Remember that I own none of the characters in this story, just what I intend to do with them. (Mwhahahahahaha).

New York, Earth 394

Spider-Man perched on the side of a warehouse watching an arms deal between some run of the mill arms dealers and the Black Mask gang.

Apparently Mask had been getting tired of dealing with the Big Bad Bat in Gotham, so he was trying his luck at taking a bite out of the Big Apple. Unfortunately for Mask, he now had do deal with someone much more... aggravating.

Placing a Spider-Tracer on the van Black Mask's goons had shown up in, the web-slinger went to work. Well not work, you need to be payed for it to be called work. He started to indulge in his hobby... that doesn't really sound right either.

Now clinging to a shipping container, Spider-Man fired a web-line at one of the thugs' backs, and yanked him back into the shadows. Slamming the mans head into the container to knock him out, Spider-Man webbed him there to keep him in place.

All the others heard was a startled yelp and a thud as they turned to find one of their men gone. "Who's there!?" One of them shouted out, looking around trying spot the guy about to be full of holes.

"Do you think it's the Bat?" One of the thugs asked.

"Why would he follow us all the way here?"

"Cause he's the Batman! He doesn't really need another reason Freddie!"

Before they could say anything else, Spider-Man zipped into action, slamming one of the goons head into the pavement with a sharp crack, knocking him unconscious.

"Well I might not be Batman, but I think you'll enjoy getting beaten up by me much more." The wall crawler said, webbing one of the thugs guns out of his hands and launching it back into his head, sending him to the ground in a heap. "Cause with me, you're gonna get some comedy. You're not getting that with the Bat."

Weaving through the hail of gunfire being sent his way,  "Wow, you guys have lousy aim. Were you trained by the Empire or something?" Spider-Man launched a new gadget of his at the arms dealers, a web grenade.

It exploded in a mass of webbing and successfully stuck three of the dealers to nearby objects. The fourth was quickly dealt with by jumping on to the arms dealer's shoulders and using his legs to flip the man and plant him headfirst into the ground.

"Screw this! Let's get out of here!" One of the last two Black Mask goons shouted, leaping into their van and driving off.

Spider-Man just stood their watching them drive away. "Oh no, whatever shall I do." He muttered, bringing up the HUD in his mask.

He watched the blinking dot that was the van speed through the map on his HUD as he rounded up the goons that he knocked out into a pile. 'What's the closest precinct to me. I'm pretty sure it's the thirty third.' He placed a note on the pile of thugs that read 'For Detective Jocelyn Lure, Love Spider-Man' with a quickly drawn spider that has a heart on its butt.

With his note left, the wall crawler web zipped back into the city to make his way to wherever the tracker was leading him.

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As Spidey was swinging through the city his phone started to ring, "Yellow, this is your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man." He answered the phone, "Who is this and how have I ruined and/or been a menace to your life?"