𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓  .   No  .  Maybe  he's  got  enemies  around  the  city  .  We  can't  just  assume  his  conviction  was  necessary  .  𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓  𝐏𝐔𝐓  𝐈𝐓  𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓  𝐍𝐎  𝐎𝐍𝐄  .  We've  already  judged  him  .

HARVEY's  input  took  it's  priority  as  irritating  as  it  was  .  𝐓𝐖𝐎-𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄  knew  he  cold  also  only  posture  a  lack  of  concern  for  so  long  .  He  cared  .  They  were  already  getting  into  the  car  .

❝   What  are  the  charges  ?  ❞  They  are  already  consulting  their  coin  whether  they  should  take  the  dignified  professional  hand  of  the  lawyer  ,  enter  the  station  with  cold  evidence  ,  it  would  take  a  longer  to  get  PETER  out  that  way  ,  or  go  in  there  guns  blazing  ,  blow  up  a  part  the  bricks  of  his  holding  cell  ,  pry  him  out  by  force  .

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐃  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒  .  They're  getting  the  damn  kid  out  immediately  . ❝   We're  on  our  way  ,  hold  tight.  ❞

"Armed robbery." He said. "I went to the interview. Then I got out of the suit coat in a public bathroom. There's a bank across the way, stone throw from the bus stop."

Obviously, he'd heard the gunshots. " I put my bag down, chucked it in a corner like I always do. I only had my camera and the suit coat in my bag. i still had those ergonomic bracelets on me, I didn't bring anything else with me."

No, for once in his sorry life he'd left his suit at home. Metropolis was supposed to be the safest city on this side of the coast. His web shooters should have been enough for simple side line jobs. And even then, if he absolutely had to, he had his natural webbing. He didn't like using it, but it was an option. Now of course, his web shooters were now detained as well.

"Some mutant in blue got there before," before Spider-Man was needed, "...I could take good pictures for the paper. After I got back to my bag I got pulled over. Said they found guns and some money in it. "

He sighed through his nostrils and nodded. He murmured a soft mm-hmm of understanding. It was such a short period of time. He'd been doing this for years, he knew how to hide in plain sight, how to keep his things safe.

"I mean there's all those bugs in my apartment. I thought my bag looked clean." He was usually so careful to web it where ever he hid it. Between New York and now Gotham, the likelihood of his things being stolen were 9 to 1. if itwas webbed, then no one could take it. So how was it swapped?

She tried to keep her eyes away from him for a few moments, hastily trying to clean up the mess on the floor. The whole situation was messed up, and while the whole Spider-Man situation should've distracted her from her thoughts, the name that sprung up had pinched at her heart a little. Of COURSE, Mary Jane knew-- she was the very reason why she'd hung up on him in the first place.

He'd started to pick at his fingers through his gloves, the way he often did when he was nervous, but the gloves of the suit made it all the more obvious.

 ❝   That's  something  we  can  all  agree  on  .  -  Though  maybe  this  is  for  the  better  ;  us  being  locked  away  .  I  know  this  place  has  done  more  bad  to  us  than  good  .  At  least  in  here  ...  we  can't  harm  this  city  .  ❞  The  bag  of  coins  doesn't  go  unnoticed  .  Their  eyes  rest  on  it  in  disgruntled  scepticism  .

 ❝    The  city  is  already  in  agony  ,  that's  why  someone's  gotta  go  out  there  &&  𝐂𝐔𝐓  𝐎𝐔𝐓  its  𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐒   .  ❞  

Hand  reaches  for  the  bag  ,  opening  it  ,  money's  money  ,  though  this  was  mere  rations  ,  not  worth  taking  .   ❝  Ain't  this  s'pose  to  go  t'fundin'  you  growin'  some  brains  in  that  head  of  yers  ?   ❞   He  retorts  .   ❝   Gettin'  a  job  instead  of  buggin'  us  on  the  rooftops  ?   ❞    He  was  careful  with  the  last  bit  ,  his  voice  a  low  growl  by  default  though  somehow  it  could  soften  beyond  what  the  receiver  is  accustomed  to  .  Out  of  courtesy  or  perhaps  he  just  doesn't  want  anyone  else  here  to  know  what  he  does  .  Too  rich  of  information  to  fritter  away  so  carelessly  .   ❝    Sure  it's  good  t'keep  a  spare  we  always  do  but  there's  somethin'  special  'bout  this  coin  .  ❞   He  reveals  the  silver  talisman  from  their  pocket  .   ❝    the  old  man  had  a  trunk  full  of  'em  .  He  rigged  every  game  he  ever  played  ,  even  the  ones  he  played  with  us  .  But  this  kind  of  coin  is  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋  .  ❞ 

 ❝    He  doesn't  need  to  hear  this  .  ❞   Host  interrupts  .  ❝    Peter  ,  you  should  be  out  with  friends  or  seeing  a  girl  ;  not  paying  visits  to  a  known  criminal  .  A  sad  old  bastard  with  no  chance  of  redemption .  Not  like  the  one  you  have  .  Use  your  freedom  wisely  ,  don't  waste  it  .  ❞    He  cannot  help  but  wonder  what  affiliation  the  boy  had  left  on  the  visiting  form  .  Mentor  ?  Worse  ?  Uncle  or  Godfather  .  Nevertheless  ...

"I didn't get there in time to talk to you." Spider Man was just as responsible as the Batman was for giving Arkham it's inhabitants. "I'm sorry he got to you first. You look like hell."

He shook his head at the question as to what the money was for. It couldn't have been more than three dollars in spare change. His Aunt May would put a fifty cent piece in his birthday cards. She swore they'd be worth something some day. She thought the same thing about two dollar bills.

Finding one of those in his wallet, here of all places, had made him smile. "Can't spend those. Stores don't accept the currency. " he knew sentimentality had something to do with the one he always flipped. But hearing them both put him more at ease.

"No, I'll still be bugging you-- and now I get paid for it. Lookit." There were a few things he was allowed to bring with him, the newspaper was one of them.

He set it down in front of the other and pointed to the photo on the front page. It was the first crystal clear picture of the Batman fighting the Joker. "They want more of the Batman. I got an offer for the Daily Planet, too, but they said I'd have to move." He felt proud to show him that. "I guess no one's gotten a picture of that Spider-Man." He smirked then, " Maybe I'll be the first." Photos of heroes and villains could provide a decent income.

𝚈𝚘𝚞  𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍  𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎  𝚑𝚒𝚖  ... 𝚆𝙷𝙾  ? 𝙳𝚊𝚍  . 𝙾𝙷  𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺 𝚄𝙿 ! 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚢  ,  𝚒𝚏  𝙸  𝚠𝚞𝚜  '𝚒𝚖  𝙸  𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍'𝚟𝚎  𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗  𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢  𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗'  𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎  𝚒𝚗  𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝'𝚜  𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢  !  𝙱𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛  𝚢𝚎𝚝  𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎  𝙸  𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙰  ;  𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙  '𝚒𝚖  𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖  𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗'  𝚘𝚞𝚝  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎  &&  𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗'  𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏  𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍  .

A  solemn  tone  stopping  up  his  crudeness  at  the  mention  of  HER  .  Gilda  .  Not  even  Two-Face  seems  to  be  immune  to  the  tight  vice  of  love .  .  ❝   Saw  her  ,  yeah  .  YEAH  ?  The  bird  got  her  ,  better  keep  her  in  one  piece  or  else  !  ❞  Crowbars-a-swinging  .   -  Still  ,  despite  it  all  , &&  all  his  bluster  .  The  gesture  didn't  go  unnoticed  .  

❝  Listen  yer  helped  her  ;  for  that  yer  get  a pass  .  ❞  As  long  as  he  doesn't  take  a  snapshot  of  the  moment  &&  frame  it  ' Two-Face  is  a  beaten dog  gone  soft . '

Before  the  latter  could  speak  again  next  a  tentative  hand  reaches  though  hesitates  halfway  ,  as  if  to  try  &&  stop  the  spontaneous  spasming  . 

❝    Please  ,  rest  .  You're  in  no  condition  for  anything  else  .  ...Peter  .  &&  as  HE  said  .  Thank  you  ,  for  your  service  today  .  It  will  not  be  forgotten  .  You  have  revealed  yourself  to  be  a  dear  &&  trusted  friend  .  &&  I  do  not  retain  many  of  those  any  longer  .  - 𝚆𝚎  𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍  𝚝𝚘  𝚐𝚘  𝚝𝚘  𝙷𝙴𝚁  .  Still  ,  you  understand  we  couldn't  leave  you  in  the  dust  ,  Peter  Parker . ❞

"My hearing aides are in my suit." He said in response. It wasn't a complete lie, they did assist with his hearing ( by blocking it out), but he didn't want to be without his suit. He's not thinking right. The truth is he didn't need his suit right now, but sitting with the anxiety wasn't much good either.

In his line of work yelling like that was next to normal. In his day to day, he left his window unlocked in case Mary Jane's old man came screaming through the building to pry her from her Aunt. He felt better knowing she'd be crawling through and staying in his room until the screaming stopped. He'd even installed one of those Italian deadbolts on both his and her Aunt's doors because of It was getting harder and harder not to go out there and give it back to him.

He hated seeing her come over looking like hell.

"I didn't hurt her did I?" His focus was shifted solely to that. "They were trying to pull her through--" the portal. Fisk. " I grabbed her hard." He whispered, that anxiety much like a child asking if there were monsters under the bed. "I threw her at the bird. Is she okay?"

He's shifting his weight between his feet, listening to her talk and bobbing his head along with her words to show that he is in fact paying attention.

' alright ' he mimes pulling out a notebook, flipping through the pages, and then pulling a pen (or a pencil) from behind his ear. ' you're a spider-man, i'm a spider-man. ' he knew something weird would happen when he got pulled through a weird glowy portal, but he was used to weird by now. ' which one are you? what point in the story are you at? '

To say that weird things happened to Peter Parker on a regular basis was an understatement. Giant veteran lizards, electrified laborers, robotic doctors... this was a regular Tuesday for him.

But to see another spider-man only set him on edge. There were strange things going on at Oscorp. Could this be one of them?

+ She'd been about to SHUT the door herself, before he'd beaten her to the punch . Even with Aunt Anna absolutely OUT for the night, Mary Jane had learned from EXPERIENCE that it was better not to take chances . Especially when they included ANYONE from her family . Somehow Anna had a SIXTH SENSE about things, and her niece wasn't IMMUNE from it by any means . The last thing she wanted THIS night , of all nights, was for Anna to somehow WAKE UP and want to know what was going on.

Her best friend was SPIDER-MAN . Nothing major ... RIGHT ?

Wrong .

" Woah, woah, WOAH - hold up ! " She quickly managed out in a HUSHED , but URGENT tone . The last thing she had WANTED to start out this conversation was making it seem like it was a BAD thing . Considering the way she had thought people like SPIDER-MAN were doing GOOD things ? She was as far from May's line of thinking as POSSIBLE . " I never said you were ! "

He's already shushing her, his hands raised defensively as if she were a cop and he was trying to convince them that he hadn't had any gun.

"i'm trying not to count my chickens okay?" he didn't think he could take it if this ruined their friendship.

"look at my hearing aides." he pointed to his ears, " they aren't hearing aides, i just got really good ear plugs. I can hear everything the same way spider-man does, because I am him. Super hearing sucks okay? Everything is so loud." he started, " its not that... i just...I - I - I'm not not hugging you back anymore because I don't want to... I just don't want to crush you." his explanation wasn't very good " and that's why I keep putting you off when you say i should do baseball again. I do love it! But I don't want to hurt anybody."