Erika Smith
08-11-2001, 02:54 PM
Disclaimer: I'm not getting any money out of this, I just did it for fun. Batman, Nightwing, Batgirl, and Robin (& CO) are property of DC and Spiderman and Black Cat (& CO) are Marvel's. The Ticker is mine.
Spidey Meets the Bat-clan
(and vice versa)
By: Erika Smith
"You get used to it."
Batman and Terry had come in through a window in the back. They were mere shadows in the hallways, and though Terry wanted to talk, it was kind of hard to talk to someone who is so fast that keeping up with him is hard in the first place. Not to mention the fact that Bruce seemed to be going through the facts, and it didn't look like an interruption would be welcome. When they made it to the basement, they had to start really worrying about guards. There was one door in particular that was heavily guarded. The guards in front of the door were sporting big bruises and black eyes. One had a distinct limp. "They're the WORST hostages the Ticker could POSSIBLY have." Another guard agreed by nodding his head, then winced. "Yeah. He just had to pick a female Jackie Chan and a female Arnold. " He shuddered. "Man, she could hit HARD!" Possibly the only guard present that wasn't beaten up asked, "How'd you catch 'em in the end, anyway? I been up top most o' the time, an missed the excitement." The one with the limp shook his head. "That kind of excitement you DON'T want. Gassed 'em. Right before the main doors. Out like a light." He crossed his arms. "Too bad it was non-lethal. But we had to keep 'em alive so we could catch the billionaire dude. Waste of time if you ask me." Batman slowly reached a hand into his utility belt and threw a couple of gray balls that rolled down the hall and stopped just in front of the guys talking. One of the guys looked at it, pointed at it and said, "What's that?" just as dark smoke spewed out of it. They started coughing and running in several directions, anything to escape the smoke. A dark figure occasionally would appear out of nowhere, raise a fist, and then there was blackness. When the smoke cleared, there were only two people in the room. Batman had the lock picked in five seconds. Terry was impressed, and opened the door cautiously. But there was no one in there. Batman turned on his heal and left after looking once around the room. "Come on." Terry hurried to keep up. "Where'd they go? How'd they get out?" Batman kept the pace and answered over his shoulder, "Through the vent." Terry hadn't seen a vent. He'd barely started looking at the room when Batman had left. Shrugging to himself, Terry speeded to catch up.
"This certainly is a tight fit," Black Cat remarked. Batgirl, somewhat smaller than Black Cat, wasn't having as bad a time of squeezing through the vent. "We're lucky we can fit through at all," Batgirl said over her shoulder. "I'm so glad I'm not claustrophobic." "Yeah. Me too." Black Cat affirmed. They went on for fifteen minutes in silence then Black Cat wiped a hand across her face to get rid of the sweat. It was hot and stuffy in there. "What I wouldn't give for some strawberry ice cream about now." Batgirl looked over her shoulder. "You too?" She started crawling again. "So, how does Spiderman stick to walls, anyway?" "He didn't confide in me. But he's really cool, you know?" Batgirl nodded. "So, what's Batman like?" Batgirl stopped at that. "Well, he's...different. He doesn't talk a lot, but he's..." she trailed off. Then she started again and gave up trying to describe Batman. It was too hard. "You'll find out. Whoa! End of the line, girl!" Batgirl peered through the grill in front of her. It looked quiet. She kicked out the grill and slid out. Black Cat followed suit. They replaced the grill and peeked around the corner. Nothing. "Come on," Batgirl whispered. She tip-toed down the corridor to the next intersection, Black Cat on her tail. Batgirl reached out her hands to the wall, put her back to it, and peeked again. Nothing. As she started out past an open doorway, something reached out and grabbed her, pulling her into the darkness. She struggled until she heard a voice say, "Well, well, well. Look at what I caught." She KNEW that voice. "Nightwing, if you do that again, I'm going to shave your head." Nightwing released her. "Aw, come on, I was only kidding." He grinned at her. She scowled. He sighed. "Okay, I admit it was a bad joke. Will you forgive me?" She stuck out her tongue at him. "You're getting a lump of coal this Christmas." Nightwing's jaw dropped. "You wouldn't do that!" "Oh, yes I would!" Nightwing looked sad, then puzzled. "I thought Barbara got caught." He gave her a look. Batgirl giggled. "I "rescued" her early on. Barbara "escaped", but they caught me again after I'd changed to my more natural me, and I told them she escaped." She shrugged. "It seemed like a good idea at the time, and I had this," she pulled at her Batgirl outfit, "handy so I said why not?". "Does," Nightwing jerked his head at the door. Batgirl shook her head. "Nope. That happened before she arrived."
Black Cat had seen Batgirl disappear and had been ready to come to the assist of until she heard, "Hey, what's up, doc?" Then she saw Spidey on the ceiling. "You, apparently. Where have you been all night? Chewing your nails?" Spiderman flipped silently down and answered, "Believe it or not, most of my evening has been chewed up looking for you." Nightwing and Batgirl emerged from the dark doorway. Batgirl looked around. "Where's Batman?" "He went in through the back door, or that's what he said, " Nightwing answered. "Let's get out of here." Black Cat whole heartedly agreed with that. A couple turns later, they ran into trouble. The Ticker stepped out into the hall in front of them. "You can't escape," he informed them. "What makes you think that?" Nightwing asked, eyebrow raised. "Because, " the Ticker stated matter of factly, "you're 100 points below my I.Q. level, and I'm stronger." From the ceiling Spidey whistled. "Whoa! Ego alert!" Suddenly, from out of the walls came close to a hundred guys total, in front a behind the heroes. They held guns on them. "You know, " Spiderman commented, "this doesn't look good." "Tell me about it," Black Cat said ironically. "So which guys do you want, " Spidey asked Nightwing, "front or back?" The answer came from an unexpected quarter. "Back." Came a deep voice that could freeze water, were there any at hand to freeze. The guys in back of them started as it was suddenly noticed that their numbers were seriously reduced. As one, Batgirl and Nightwing threw down the little balls and soon you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. The Ticker threw a bomb into the crowd, but it came back with sticky stuff on it. He ran into the gas cloud to escape the bomb that blew a hole in the wall shortly after. Debris rained down on them, and some of the guys, in panic, started shooting. Nightwing felt something scrape his upper arm. Briefly, he looked at it. It was just a scratch. The bullet had only grazed him. Quickly he grabbed a gun from nervous hands, and sent the guy into dreamland. Spidey's spider-sense kept him from getting plugged, though it was close sometimes. When the bomb came through, he caught it with his webbing, and sent it back in the direction it had come. That would teach them to throw bombs at people. He thwacked some thug, and was getting ready to find another one when his spider-sense went off really urgently. The Ticker, he saw, had a bomb aimed at him. He was about to duck, except that Batgirl had gotten kicked by someone, and landed right in front of him. The Ticker threw, Spiderman yelled "Bomb!" and shoved Batgirl out of the way. Unfortunately, Spiderman hadn't had a chance to get far enough away. As it went off, he felt himself get thrown hard into the wall. The last thing he thought of as the world went black was, 'I hope she's all right. I need a vacation'.
The gas was finally clearing. There were five guys left not including the Ticker. Batman swung a right at the guy nearest, who also happened to be about Bruce's size. This maneuver caused the other guy to fall back a pace, but he came back relatively quickly, throwing a right at Batman. The punch never landed, but Batman ducked under it and socked the big guy in the stomach twice. The big guy wheezed and clutched his stomach with one hand, while trying to pound Batman with the other. Nightwing was pounding another guy that wasn't as determined as Batman's. Black Cat was teasing her "ball of string". Batgirl, having been locked up by the creep and almost blown her up, was really mad. She tackled the Ticker, who had turned tail, from behind and socked him a good one. She fought so fiercely that the Ticker kept getting driven back. "I'm sick and tired of you," she informed him as she kicked him in the stomach. Nightwing looked over after he'd knocked his guy senseless. "Whoa. You really tick 'er off, man!" Black Cat finally ended her fight by grabbing her guy close and flicking her wrist which had stuff that knocked him right out. She straightened up and tossed her hair a bit. This was fun. Batman shoved his guy and, as he was pushed backwards, he tripped over Spidey's outstretched feet. He landed with a decidedly loud WHUMP! and was still. Batgirl drop-kicked the Ticker then and he was out like a light. Nightwing clapped. "Very nice execution." Batgirl smiled. "Thanks." Then she moved to where Batman was clearing the fallen pieces of wall off of Spiderman and helped. "Is he all right?" Batgirl asked worriedly. As if in answer to her question, Spiderman stirred. "Okay," he muttered thickly," who brought the house down around my ears?" "He's fine." They all stared at Black Cat. "I don't think I'd say fine. Alive covers it better." Spiderman started to stand up, but the Electric Rainbow got faster and faster the more he moved. "Ouch." He sat down abruptly and grabbed his head to keep it from jumping off his shoulders and running away. "Where does it hurt?" Spidey tried to focus on Batman, but he wouldn't stay still. "Uhm, I'd rather not think about that too much." "Can you stand?" Spidey thought of a suitable remark, but bit it back in favor of trying to stand again. It wasn't as bad as last time, but he still had trouble focusing on things. The cops came shortly afterwards and picked up the Ticker, but not before Batman had confiscated the oblong rod. He made sure Terry confirmed that it was the right rod before leaving. Spidey was considerately better later that morning, and made it to the apartment under his own power. Terry didn't leave for about a week, as Bruce wanted to lay down some fundamentals he needed before going back. When Terry finally stepped through the portal with the rod, he was worn out. And he had thought Bruce was bad as an old guy! He was reassured by the existence of flying cars as he made his way back to the batcave. He slipped quietly into the Batcave. The old Bruce was sitting there looking tensely at his screen. Suddenly he straightened and looked right where Terry was hidden in the shadows. "Where have you been?" "I'll tell you all about it," Terry yawned loudly, "as soon as I get some sleep. I'm slagged." Terry absentmindedly petted Ace as he dragged himself upstairs. Bruce went up shortly after, and found Terry sound asleep on the chair next to the door. Bruce's mouth twitched slightly in favor of a smile and went to bed himself just as the sun popped up showing a beautiful Saturday morning.
THE END
Thanks to my sisters who helped me edit this.
Spidey Meets the Bat-clan
(and vice versa)
By: Erika Smith
"You get used to it."
Batman and Terry had come in through a window in the back. They were mere shadows in the hallways, and though Terry wanted to talk, it was kind of hard to talk to someone who is so fast that keeping up with him is hard in the first place. Not to mention the fact that Bruce seemed to be going through the facts, and it didn't look like an interruption would be welcome. When they made it to the basement, they had to start really worrying about guards. There was one door in particular that was heavily guarded. The guards in front of the door were sporting big bruises and black eyes. One had a distinct limp. "They're the WORST hostages the Ticker could POSSIBLY have." Another guard agreed by nodding his head, then winced. "Yeah. He just had to pick a female Jackie Chan and a female Arnold. " He shuddered. "Man, she could hit HARD!" Possibly the only guard present that wasn't beaten up asked, "How'd you catch 'em in the end, anyway? I been up top most o' the time, an missed the excitement." The one with the limp shook his head. "That kind of excitement you DON'T want. Gassed 'em. Right before the main doors. Out like a light." He crossed his arms. "Too bad it was non-lethal. But we had to keep 'em alive so we could catch the billionaire dude. Waste of time if you ask me." Batman slowly reached a hand into his utility belt and threw a couple of gray balls that rolled down the hall and stopped just in front of the guys talking. One of the guys looked at it, pointed at it and said, "What's that?" just as dark smoke spewed out of it. They started coughing and running in several directions, anything to escape the smoke. A dark figure occasionally would appear out of nowhere, raise a fist, and then there was blackness. When the smoke cleared, there were only two people in the room. Batman had the lock picked in five seconds. Terry was impressed, and opened the door cautiously. But there was no one in there. Batman turned on his heal and left after looking once around the room. "Come on." Terry hurried to keep up. "Where'd they go? How'd they get out?" Batman kept the pace and answered over his shoulder, "Through the vent." Terry hadn't seen a vent. He'd barely started looking at the room when Batman had left. Shrugging to himself, Terry speeded to catch up.
"This certainly is a tight fit," Black Cat remarked. Batgirl, somewhat smaller than Black Cat, wasn't having as bad a time of squeezing through the vent. "We're lucky we can fit through at all," Batgirl said over her shoulder. "I'm so glad I'm not claustrophobic." "Yeah. Me too." Black Cat affirmed. They went on for fifteen minutes in silence then Black Cat wiped a hand across her face to get rid of the sweat. It was hot and stuffy in there. "What I wouldn't give for some strawberry ice cream about now." Batgirl looked over her shoulder. "You too?" She started crawling again. "So, how does Spiderman stick to walls, anyway?" "He didn't confide in me. But he's really cool, you know?" Batgirl nodded. "So, what's Batman like?" Batgirl stopped at that. "Well, he's...different. He doesn't talk a lot, but he's..." she trailed off. Then she started again and gave up trying to describe Batman. It was too hard. "You'll find out. Whoa! End of the line, girl!" Batgirl peered through the grill in front of her. It looked quiet. She kicked out the grill and slid out. Black Cat followed suit. They replaced the grill and peeked around the corner. Nothing. "Come on," Batgirl whispered. She tip-toed down the corridor to the next intersection, Black Cat on her tail. Batgirl reached out her hands to the wall, put her back to it, and peeked again. Nothing. As she started out past an open doorway, something reached out and grabbed her, pulling her into the darkness. She struggled until she heard a voice say, "Well, well, well. Look at what I caught." She KNEW that voice. "Nightwing, if you do that again, I'm going to shave your head." Nightwing released her. "Aw, come on, I was only kidding." He grinned at her. She scowled. He sighed. "Okay, I admit it was a bad joke. Will you forgive me?" She stuck out her tongue at him. "You're getting a lump of coal this Christmas." Nightwing's jaw dropped. "You wouldn't do that!" "Oh, yes I would!" Nightwing looked sad, then puzzled. "I thought Barbara got caught." He gave her a look. Batgirl giggled. "I "rescued" her early on. Barbara "escaped", but they caught me again after I'd changed to my more natural me, and I told them she escaped." She shrugged. "It seemed like a good idea at the time, and I had this," she pulled at her Batgirl outfit, "handy so I said why not?". "Does," Nightwing jerked his head at the door. Batgirl shook her head. "Nope. That happened before she arrived."
Black Cat had seen Batgirl disappear and had been ready to come to the assist of until she heard, "Hey, what's up, doc?" Then she saw Spidey on the ceiling. "You, apparently. Where have you been all night? Chewing your nails?" Spiderman flipped silently down and answered, "Believe it or not, most of my evening has been chewed up looking for you." Nightwing and Batgirl emerged from the dark doorway. Batgirl looked around. "Where's Batman?" "He went in through the back door, or that's what he said, " Nightwing answered. "Let's get out of here." Black Cat whole heartedly agreed with that. A couple turns later, they ran into trouble. The Ticker stepped out into the hall in front of them. "You can't escape," he informed them. "What makes you think that?" Nightwing asked, eyebrow raised. "Because, " the Ticker stated matter of factly, "you're 100 points below my I.Q. level, and I'm stronger." From the ceiling Spidey whistled. "Whoa! Ego alert!" Suddenly, from out of the walls came close to a hundred guys total, in front a behind the heroes. They held guns on them. "You know, " Spiderman commented, "this doesn't look good." "Tell me about it," Black Cat said ironically. "So which guys do you want, " Spidey asked Nightwing, "front or back?" The answer came from an unexpected quarter. "Back." Came a deep voice that could freeze water, were there any at hand to freeze. The guys in back of them started as it was suddenly noticed that their numbers were seriously reduced. As one, Batgirl and Nightwing threw down the little balls and soon you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. The Ticker threw a bomb into the crowd, but it came back with sticky stuff on it. He ran into the gas cloud to escape the bomb that blew a hole in the wall shortly after. Debris rained down on them, and some of the guys, in panic, started shooting. Nightwing felt something scrape his upper arm. Briefly, he looked at it. It was just a scratch. The bullet had only grazed him. Quickly he grabbed a gun from nervous hands, and sent the guy into dreamland. Spidey's spider-sense kept him from getting plugged, though it was close sometimes. When the bomb came through, he caught it with his webbing, and sent it back in the direction it had come. That would teach them to throw bombs at people. He thwacked some thug, and was getting ready to find another one when his spider-sense went off really urgently. The Ticker, he saw, had a bomb aimed at him. He was about to duck, except that Batgirl had gotten kicked by someone, and landed right in front of him. The Ticker threw, Spiderman yelled "Bomb!" and shoved Batgirl out of the way. Unfortunately, Spiderman hadn't had a chance to get far enough away. As it went off, he felt himself get thrown hard into the wall. The last thing he thought of as the world went black was, 'I hope she's all right. I need a vacation'.
The gas was finally clearing. There were five guys left not including the Ticker. Batman swung a right at the guy nearest, who also happened to be about Bruce's size. This maneuver caused the other guy to fall back a pace, but he came back relatively quickly, throwing a right at Batman. The punch never landed, but Batman ducked under it and socked the big guy in the stomach twice. The big guy wheezed and clutched his stomach with one hand, while trying to pound Batman with the other. Nightwing was pounding another guy that wasn't as determined as Batman's. Black Cat was teasing her "ball of string". Batgirl, having been locked up by the creep and almost blown her up, was really mad. She tackled the Ticker, who had turned tail, from behind and socked him a good one. She fought so fiercely that the Ticker kept getting driven back. "I'm sick and tired of you," she informed him as she kicked him in the stomach. Nightwing looked over after he'd knocked his guy senseless. "Whoa. You really tick 'er off, man!" Black Cat finally ended her fight by grabbing her guy close and flicking her wrist which had stuff that knocked him right out. She straightened up and tossed her hair a bit. This was fun. Batman shoved his guy and, as he was pushed backwards, he tripped over Spidey's outstretched feet. He landed with a decidedly loud WHUMP! and was still. Batgirl drop-kicked the Ticker then and he was out like a light. Nightwing clapped. "Very nice execution." Batgirl smiled. "Thanks." Then she moved to where Batman was clearing the fallen pieces of wall off of Spiderman and helped. "Is he all right?" Batgirl asked worriedly. As if in answer to her question, Spiderman stirred. "Okay," he muttered thickly," who brought the house down around my ears?" "He's fine." They all stared at Black Cat. "I don't think I'd say fine. Alive covers it better." Spiderman started to stand up, but the Electric Rainbow got faster and faster the more he moved. "Ouch." He sat down abruptly and grabbed his head to keep it from jumping off his shoulders and running away. "Where does it hurt?" Spidey tried to focus on Batman, but he wouldn't stay still. "Uhm, I'd rather not think about that too much." "Can you stand?" Spidey thought of a suitable remark, but bit it back in favor of trying to stand again. It wasn't as bad as last time, but he still had trouble focusing on things. The cops came shortly afterwards and picked up the Ticker, but not before Batman had confiscated the oblong rod. He made sure Terry confirmed that it was the right rod before leaving. Spidey was considerately better later that morning, and made it to the apartment under his own power. Terry didn't leave for about a week, as Bruce wanted to lay down some fundamentals he needed before going back. When Terry finally stepped through the portal with the rod, he was worn out. And he had thought Bruce was bad as an old guy! He was reassured by the existence of flying cars as he made his way back to the batcave. He slipped quietly into the Batcave. The old Bruce was sitting there looking tensely at his screen. Suddenly he straightened and looked right where Terry was hidden in the shadows. "Where have you been?" "I'll tell you all about it," Terry yawned loudly, "as soon as I get some sleep. I'm slagged." Terry absentmindedly petted Ace as he dragged himself upstairs. Bruce went up shortly after, and found Terry sound asleep on the chair next to the door. Bruce's mouth twitched slightly in favor of a smile and went to bed himself just as the sun popped up showing a beautiful Saturday morning.
THE END
Thanks to my sisters who helped me edit this.