Batman and Spider-man

Chapter 11

The gunfire started immediately after the lights went off.

Cops rushed to the basement but Batgirl was the first one who made it to the basement door. She ignored the officers behind her telling her not to go forward. She didn't care what they said, her father was in there.

She could hear muffled laughter and gunfire. She could hear the pained grunts of police officers and bullets bouncing off metal.

Batgirl took a deep breath and opened the door to the basement.

...

Heyy Babsy.

Could he even call her that? It wasn't like they were that close.

Heyy Barbara. About that date.

No way too casual. Also, what if she didn't think it was a date? She did say it was a date but...

Heyy Barbara. I don't think I'll be able to make it on Saturday ☹. Work got in the way, maybe we can hang out next week. Maybe?

Was the sad emoji a bit much? I mean if he had the time to click an emoji did it mean that he wasn't really sad? Also, two maybes? That showed he was nervous didn't it? And Dick told him he had to be confident.

Heyy Barbara. I don't think I'll be able to make it on Saturday. Have to work overtime because of my manager >:(. How about next week?

That seemed confident enough. But Peter had to apologise, right? He felt really bad about ditching her like that.

Peter groaned. Why was texting so hard?

He walked around his room, walked around the entire apartment. Sitting on sofas and since May wasn't there hanging upside down from the ceiling. Maybe the blood rushing to his head would give him inspiration.

He typed the text, this time with an I'm sorry in it. Realising that it sounded a little too needy, he cancelled it and typed it again, this time trying to emulate a sense of gentlemanly tact. Peter, realising that tact wasn't his strong suit and that he was light years away from being a gentleman sighed. He was wasting a lot of time trying to come up with the perfect text.

Thunder roared.

"You're not helping," Peter shouted.

Peter groaned. He decided shouting the rapid expansion of air surrounding the path of a lightning bolt would not help in texting Barbara at all. He decided that he should probably do something instead of sitting around trying to text a girl he liked.

Peter was about to head back to his room when he noticed the bills on the table. Peter noticed the usual bills hidden underneath a stack of books, rent, water and electricity bills, the usual suspects. Peter sent anonymous letters to Aunt May. It was well known that Ben had a lot of friends and May got a lot of letters and gifts from them when Ben passed away, even donations. While May didn't like the pity, she realised sentiment was stupid especially when rent was overdue. Peter took advantage of that and sent his payment through an anonymous donor. Peter could see that Aunt May was keeping up with her bills, especially since she also had a part-time job as a nurse that kept her busy most afternoons. But there was one bill that looked out of place to Peter. He saw a medical bill from a pharmacy listing aspirin, panado and a bunch of flu medicine. There was, however, two medicine that stuck out like a sore thumb. It was nitro-glycerine and statins. Peter knew that those medicines were used to treat heart conditions.

Guilt started slowly creeping up his heart. Ben always told Peter May had a weak heart which was why he did most of the work around the house. Peter saw how expensive those medicines were and realised that his donations wouldn't be enough to afford them.