Batman and Spider-Man

Chapter 5

The ropes spilled onto the floor, untangling like a noodle. Bruce pressed a button on his cufflink. Deep within the confines of the Batcave, the Batmobile revved.

Now all that was left were the half a dozen goons in the back of the truck and the Penguin, peering out of the back of the truck to make sure the job was done.

Piece of cake, Bruce thought. He'd be done before dinner.

...

A radio crackled on Robin's bike.

"Robin," said a voice, the voice of a girl. "Bruce is just up ahead; you'll have to hurry though. Penguin is nearing city limits and we can't risk him firing that weapon when they're civilians around."

"Thanks Batgirl," Robin said. There was something very familiar about his voice that Peter couldn't quite put his finger on.

"There's a Batgirl too?" Spider-Man asked. Robin ignored his remark.

"So, Spider-Dork," Robin asked. "You coming or not?"

Hell yeah, Peter was. Sure, he didn't like Batman or his green underweared sidekick but if he could rescue his childhood hero and manage to get that high-tech weapon off of the Penguin's hands, it would be a win in his book. He was just about to give up until Robin came along.

"Hell yeah," Spider-Man said. "As long as I get to drive."

Robin laughed. "Keep dreaming."

"Come on," Spider-Man said. "At least let me touch the handle-bars."

Spider-Man tried grabbing on to the accelerator but Robin slapped his hand.

"No touching."

Spider-Man mumbled something underneath his breath about green underwear.

Robin revved the gears. the bike shook vibrated causing Spider-Man to almost be shaken off.

"Hold on tight," Robin said. "I'm about to gun it."

"How bad could it be?" Spider-Man said.

The bike slid across the road like a rollercoaster and before long, Spider-Man was holding onto Robin's hips for dear life.

...

Bruce could feel the cufflink beeping slowly and steadily. The Penguin turned around grinning.

"These weapons are one hell of a thing, eh Bruce," Penguin said, he sauntered towards Bruce, Vibranium weapon in hand. The goons, relieved that Spider-Man had been dealt with slumped onto the floor, one of them keeping an eye out of what remained of the door, just in case any uninvited guests started to pop up.

"I'm sure you're not going to tell me where you got them?" Bruce remarked.

Penguin grinned. He placed the Vibranium weapon carefully in the crate, like it was a bomb about to go off. "Still got a bit of mouth on you Brucie? You won't be so clever when I'm done with you."

The beeping was a bit faster now, though it would be a while before Bruce could make his escape.

The Penguin shuffled around his coat, grinning. "Vibranium weapons sure are fancy," Penguin said, sneering. "But... now you can call me old fashioned but I prefer the up close and personal approach."

From inside his coat, he pulled out a pair of brass knuckles.

The Penguin grinned. "They're not going to recognise that pretty face of yours when I'm done with you."

The Penguin walked up close to Bruce, pulling his face up delicately, almost tenderly to meet his beady eyes and sneering face then let go. The Penguin raised his fist and struck him.