speak to me about your spider noir au
welllll I know I said I'm holding off on asks but I'm not in the mood to continue the grind at the moment sooooo ! Heres what I wrote for art fight! I got way too into it....
His mentor, Ben Urich, told him that if he keeps getting angry over all the injustice in the world, he'll go crazy.
He didn't listen. Every day he put passion into his work and did all he could to fix the wrongs in the world, and it's become his downfall. He can only think in black and white, bad guys versus good guys. He can't see the fact that he's neither- not after all he's done. He's beaten and killed so many. Since his aunt kicked him out after realizing it was her nephew that was behind so many murders, he dropped his Spider persona. The guilt it brought was too strong. He lived back and forth between the Janes and the Robertsons until he got a flat of his own, and adopted a cat he found in an alleyway who he named Ding Ding. He works as a Private eye (NOT a detective, those are cops) as his day job, and at night he experiences hell. Constant sleep terrors from all the unimaginable things he's witnessed; his uncle being eaten, his best friend lobotomized, coming back from war only for his aunt to have kicked him out with utter disgust, the gruesome killings of the everyday underworld. That is, if he manages to sleep. If its not sleeping or working, he's drinking his sorrows away. And one tired night, he comes home to his cat dead on his bed.
He can't take it anymore. He's numb. There's nothing left. Enter psychosis. He feels absolutely nothing. For days, weeks, he just goes through the motions every single day in one dissociative state.
There's a scream in an alleyway. Someone's being attacked and his instinct to help others takes over- he runs and punches the attacker. He doesn't register what's happened, all he knows is he's felt alive for the first time in god knows how long. It happens again. And again. He's now seeking it out. Fists aren't enough anymore. He's killing again. He finds those who should've faced consequences and hands it to them. Killing isn't enough, they deserve worse. He slowly draws out their killings, makes sure they feel it. That too wears off. It's an addiction and he needs more and more. He doesn't know when it started, but he begins outright torturing these people. It's okay though, its the worst of the worst. He hunts down those that wronged him personally now. He finds the men who tortured his uncle, and the man who ate him alive.
An eye for an eye and the whole world will go blind.
Everything he does to those men he returns tenfold. He cages them, and slowly eats them and feeds them their own meat. He has them help him in his torturing. The very room he does all this in was one he busted at the beginning of his vigilante career. He finds the man who ran operations on Black folk in attempt to make them mindless slaves, the one who got his best friend Robbie Robertson. He finds the men who funded the experiments. He too now runs his very own experiments.
What he doesn't realize is he's become just like the men he sought out. When he does, it's too late. The damage has been done. He doesn't know what to do anymore. There's only one option.
