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Peter was riding the train home from school when he locked eyes with a stranger, a young girl near his age. — She was a few feet away from him, sitting down, appearing to be alone same like himself. He didn't realize he was staring at her while zoning out and listening to his music. — This wasn't the first time this incident has happened. Yes, it makes him look like a total weirdo but it wasn't on purpose. - Blinking out of his trace, embarrassed, his cheeks turned pink instantly as he flashed a tiny shy smile. Cussing himself out in his head as he attempts to look away.

This became common in the last two weeks, yet Peter never dared to go any further and say something. Although, he noticed she went to the academy three blocks away from Midtown School of Science and Technology. It made more sense why they kept bumping into each other on the train at 3 pm, but it still didn't help the fact he only has given a creepy nerdy guy that takes the same train. — Nothing to worry about from the other's perspective, right ? You're such an idiot, Peter Parker. Haven't even said hello and I probably scared her off.

The midnight moon light shined over the decreased body, laying in the slightly muddied soil. Shredded aftermath on the flesh and crushed rib bones displayed from the open chest. Meanwhile, bullet wounds Will shot during the chase, punctured in the back of the left thigh and right calf, leaving holes in skin, which weakened to fall. The puddle of blood was getting absorbed in the dirt before gloved hands swiftly picked up the body from under the shoulders to then drag the limp figure towards a nearby rental cabins that weren't being used currently. Probably abandoned for a few hours after sunset, based on the burnt campfire and multiple footprints. There were no security cameras in the trees or on the cabin to capture his doing as he sat the body against the chopped logs. Not even bothering to cover it, knowing it'll take a while for someone to spot the body.

Will returned back to his vehicle, after going through the woods again. - Popping the trunk open as he grabbed a black plastic bag before stripping all his dirty layer of clothes. He had spare set of clothes in his car, also gasoline and matches. With that being said, the cold-hearted killer stuffed the blood-stained clothes in the bag, and drove to the middle of nowhere to exit the car and pour gasoline inside. Placing it on the ground before flicking a lit match directly into the bag, watching it burn for a few seconds. Once he was satisfied he went back to the car and drove home.

Parked in the driveway, he entered the home quietly, hanging his coat on the rack next to the door. He expected to see Alexis in bed, but instead Will found her laying on the couch with Winston and Buster, as the other dogs were in their beds wagging their tails at the sight of Will being home. Assuming his lover was sleeping since it was late, Will made his way to the kitchen to have a glass of whiskey, planning to take a shower before going to bed.

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Gotham City has been having it's ups and downs lately; more criminals have been captured after Joker's death, yet many families mourn over the ones that suffered and died under the killer clown's commands. Although, now that everything has settled down, it has given Damian some time to relax from his crime fighting life and catch up with an old friend of his.

Jim Street used to train for the swat team, but left for LA to some girl he loved. Which didn't make much sense to Wayne, because the way the story was told, she didn't show any affection back. Now, Street is back in Gotham and finally on the swat team shortly after being transferred from LAPD.

It's been maybe 3 years since he's seen Jim, but the bond between them never faded; they would train together every Wednesday and Saturday night until dawn, bump into each other during battles in the city and even grabbing some coffee and catching up on off days.

-- 2:00 am --

Yawning out boredom Damian made his way into the gym. It was too late for anyone to be around, so he assumed he was the only one until he noticed the lights were already on. Wayne couldn't believe the familiar face in front of him as he stepped past the doors.

"Street?"