Batman and Spider-man

Batman and Spider-Man Part 1: Chapter 1

Rain poured down on the grey streets of Gotham, bouncing off the sleek black metal of the Batmobile. The Batmobile pulled up in front of a worn-down warehouse, the gentle hum of the Batmobile coming to a halt as the vehicle was switched off. Batman leaped out of the Batmobile, sauntering into the warehouse, rain pouring down on his mask.

Inside the warehouse the lights of the GCPD vehicles flashed in a dance of red and blue. The police officers stared at Batman with contempt in his eyes, after all he had exposed half of them for taking bribes. The warehouse was run down with paint peeling off and holes in the windows. Inside the police vehicle, Batman noticed a man in the backseat, moaning and mumbling to himself. Further ahead there was a police cordon and standing by it, smoking was Batman's confidant in the police force, Commissioner Gordon.

"What happened here?" Batman asked.

"Our friend there is wanted for murder and robbery," Gordon explained. "Tried robbing some old folks' home, a Ben and May Parker. The husband put up a fight but was shot. Left the scene after that. Cops chased him all the way to this warehouse. Bastard threatened to kill himself. There were some negotiations, obviously. Cops were hesitant to enter the warehouse lest the bastard kill himself then all of a sudden, he flew out of the window, dangling from a web. Police took a while to cut him down, he was mumbling something about a Spider-boy."

"Did the couple have child?" Batman asked. "Anybody close?"

Gordon shook his head. "Nope, no kids. They just moved into Gotham with no friends and relatives. They do have a nephew though. Peter Parker. Took him in when his parents died. Raised him from when he was a boy. It's a shame that he lost his uncle too. Wonder how he's taking it."

"You think he could have done this?" Batman asked.

Gordon shook his head. "No way. He looks way to meek for this. Kid doesn't have any muscle on him."

"What about his wife?"

"Now you're just grasping at straws," Gordon said. "May Parker is a sweet old lady, wouldn't hurt a fly."

Batman stroked his chin. Then who would have a motive and the ability to do something like this? Dick and Barbara were busy hunting down a Mafia drug trail so it couldn't have been them. Could it be another vigilante? Another person carrying out his own justice much like Batman himself?

"Is it possible to get a sample of that webbing?" Batman asked.

The Commissioner nodded. Batman walked over to the factory wall, searching for samples by running his finger through it.

"You better be careful," said the Commissioner. "It disappears after an hour. Boys found some samples in the factory, literally vaporized right in front of their eyes."

Batman placed a sample in a glass container and placed it in his utility belt.

Gordon chuckled. "But imagine moving to Gotham and having your husband killed. Hell of a first impression, right Bat..."

By the time Gordon turned the Batmobile was zooming off in the distance.

...

Rain. It was raining again this morning just like the night...

No, Peter did not want to think about it. Thinking about his uncle's death caused a heavy knot in his stomach.

Aunt May told him he could not go to school. he didn't have to go, to take some time to mourn, to accept his uncle's death but Peter said no. He would go to school because Uncle Ben would've wanted him to.

People offered him their condolences. They pat him on the back, they apologised but Peter didn't need their pity. No matter how much everybody said they understood, they would never understand Peter.