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Archive Warning:
Graphic Depictions Of Violence
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Fandoms:
Spider-Man - All Media Types, Batman - All Media
Types, Nightwing (Comics), Red Robin (Comics), Red
Hood and the Outlaws (Comics), Peter Parker in
Gotham - Fandom, Robin (Comics), Batman and the
Signal (Comics), Blackbat - Fandom, Spoiler - Fandom
Relationships:
Batfamily Members & Peter Parker, Peter Parker &
Jason Todd, Peter Parker & Bruce Wayne, Peter Parker
& Damian Wayne, Peter Parker & Duke Thomas, Peter
Parker & Alfred Pennyworth, Tim Drake & Peter Parker
& Duke Thomas, Cassandra Cain & Peter Parker,
Stephanie Brown & Peter Parker, Tim Drake & Peter
Parker
Characters:
Peter Parker, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake,
Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Damian Wayne,
Duke Thomas, Slade Wilson, Suicide Squad Members
(DCU), Batfamily Members (DCU), Deadshot, Mia
"Maps" Mizoguchi, Detective Club (Gotham Academy),
Kyle Mizoguchi, Olive Silverlock, Pomeline Fritch,
Colton Rivera
Additional Tags:
Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Peter Parker Lives in Gotham
City, Work In Progress, Body Swap, It Gets Worse
Before It Gets Better, Peter is stubborn, Hurt/Comfort,
Gotham Academy
Language:
English
Collections:
inspired by "Dark Matter" (mysterycyclone)
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Published: 2024-04-22 Updated: 2024-11-10
Words: 47,357 Chapters: 12/? Comments: 80
Kudos: 465 Bookmarks: 94 Hits: 12,548

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Chapter 2: Oof unfortunate name

Summary:
Flashback to how peter got here, peter
gets a shower yay. Peter meets the
batfam, Yay? Peter judges names and
footware very inportant chapter kinda
fluffy but the ball get rolling towards
the end

Notes:
Hey Y’all its me hope you like two
chapters in one day also just wanna
say thanks too anyone who reads this
I’m just getting back into long form
writing after taking a two year break.
But this is only the second ever fanfic
I’ve published (their are more in the
bowels of my WIP section of my laptop,
maybe one day my friends will bully
me enough to upload those) but most
of the other stuff I’ve completed has
been plays i wrote in college so if you
are looking at this and think later on
wow that got dark and how will they
write themselves out of this. Have no
fear I'm figuring that with you. But
thankfully i have a lot of great people
encouraging me to finish this and
helping me through the road blocks, so
thanks you too my coworkers and my
friends and future readers, much love -
L

24 hours earlier, in Greenwich Village in the Sanctum

Sanctorum

The invention of social media was probably one of the

best and worst things to happen to vigilantes. On one
hand, the Information Age makes tracking down people
and crimes a lot easier, especially compared to just ten
years ago or, hell, even 5.

But on the other hand, it can ruin your entire life in a

moment and break any trust the people have in you,
especially when you get Pinned for murder and have
your secrets revealed to the entire world and have to
get the help of the sorcerer supreme ( or is that just an
American horror story) to make the everyone forget
about all of that and help put everything right or so we
thought turns out tearing a hole in the multiverse has
some lasting effects, But now a few weeks post having
my entire life ripped from Me Dr.Strange said he might
be able to fix this, but the thing with magic is there is
always a cost or a price to pay, and it could go right or
…

“So you understand the chances are low that everything

will go back to the original timeline as the divergence
has already occurred.”

“How low are we talking?” Peter said with a lopsided

smile, trying to convey a sense of comfort in an
otherwise tense situation

“5%,” Strange said with a voice tinged with guilt

Peter felt his heart drop to his stomach

“Well …” a far-off voice that sounded like Peters started

- “that’s better chances than Titan, right? And besides,
even if I end up in the wrong place, all I have to do is
find you.”

“Peter- I'm afraid it’s not that simple. There is a higher

likelihood you end up in some place where I won't be; in
fact, it is a higher likelihood.”

“Would that fix this and make the multiverse stable

again to protect this world?” Peter stared up at strange,
sounding too much like a certain mentor of his

“Peter, I have looked through so many timelines for you.

Many are different in odd and unpredictable ways, but I
can say this for a fact: there is not one world without
you in it that is better off without Spider-Man, and
especially without Peter Parker, you are something so
special to people. I’ve seen so many worlds where there
aren’t heroes, or if there are, they can't make the
difference they want to make because of the powers at
large. You, no matter what world you end up in, can be
something to people. You can be hope. “The Cloak of
levitation pulled Strange back slightly. Peter was
thankful since he wasn’t how much more of that speech
he could take without screaming or crying or both,
probably both

Peter sat back; he had been on the receiving end of this

speech so many times at this point from so many
people, too many people, most of them dead, buried in
the ground because of his mistakes; because of him,
this world was messed up because of him he tore a hole
in the multiverse for fucks sake. A hole that was still
endangering the world he fought and gave up his life as
Peter Parker for.

“Wherever I end up,” - Peter said, voice barely a

whisper, “it will be what I deserve; it Will be my
penance for the people I’ve lost and those who have lost
me.” Peter stood up and strode over to Strange. “I'm
Ready,” Picking up the bag that had his life in it. “I only
have one request. Can you send me somewhere that
needs Hope?” Strange looked at his face with a sense of
determination rarely seen on the man's face outside of
battle or surgery and a sadness akin to pity but held
back by logic and knowledge. “Somewhere that needs
Hope,” Strange repeated, nodding solemnly.

The odd pair of a man almost beyond time and a half-

grown boy clinging on to the wonder that once defined
him moved toward the chamber that strange had set up
for the Ritual? or Ceremony. Peter wasn’t sure what
word he should attach to it, but he was tired, and his
head hurt. He didn’t really remember when he started
feeling like this. Peter hoped that whatever awaited him
on the other side would give him the chance to make
things right.

“Well, Parker,” Strange said after Peter stood in the

circle that had been drawn out for him. “Any Last word
from this world?”

“I hope there is always a tomorrow to look towards.”

Strange Started up the Spell, “Peter, I know this isn’t
what you want to hear, but our failures can make us,
but they do not have to define us.” As more of the circle
lit up, strange continued, “If I can make one request,
Peter?”

“Yes?” Peter yelled over the roar of the Spell; he never

knew that magic could be this loud

As the Energy surges to an almost deafening roar and

the circle now a barrier, a chasm, seeming almost
impossible to cross, Stood Strange trying to say
something to Peter, “I can't hear you anymore,
Dr.Stange.”

The Takel was brought to a crescendo and all at once.

The light died down until the room was blanketed with a
soft and comforting white; it was a peaceful and true
silence. One that made your ears ring with how quiet it
was compared to the moment before.
Doctor Strange. “Peter, the Spell is almost complete, but
I need to tell you this before you go wherever you end
up. Whenever you end up, promise me one thing: you’ll
live, and please live for everyone who didn’t get the
opportunity to. Take it from a bitter man: just because
you are alive and they aren’t does not mean that you
don’t get to be happy. Do not punish yourself on behalf
of those who were never seeking justice in the first
place.”

With that, the light became blinding, and Peter could

hear chanting from strange, but it sounded wrong
Like it was backwards

yppah eb mih tel esaelp esaelp dlo eht fo trofmoc eht

htiw emoh wen a eb nac taht ecalpemos ,epoh
senoemos eb nac eh erehw evil nac eh erehw ecalp a ot
oreH dna dneirF ,wehpeN ,noS lufhtiaf siht dneS

Peter was trying to understand the words as he felt

himself falling backward through the floor that was no
longer there; he could feel his conciseness slipping as
he fell more and more until the light that he was
engulfed in turned into darkness as he succumbed to
the pull of sleep.

Warm light, warm bed, Warm, warm People? …

Peter could hear the sounds of other people shuffling

about the area, and though he didn't want to, he
opened his eyes

Taking in the now bright and lively shelter. Memories

from the previous night flooded back to him.

Peter shook his head, and slowly rose up in the bed,

careful not to hit his head on the bunk above him.
Taking careful note of any injuries or differences that he
could see, he quickly realized that his bag was nowhere
to be found. Whipping his head around, he saw that
there was a footlocker at the base of the bed. He
quickly opened the Footlocker and found his duffel bag
full of all his stuff, along with a small necessities kit and
drawstring bag. Dark blue color with the logo denoting
an M and a W inside a square and Interlocked with each
other.

Peter quickly took note of his surroundings and took

note of what he knew so far
1. he was, in fact, in a homeless shelter
2. He had no idea where the fuck he was.
3. According to the nice lady at the front desk, he came
in late last night in some sort of daze and had fallen
face-first into bed. Not even bothering to pick up his ID
after they checked him in, she looked kind of mad at
him when she shoved back his ID into his hand, which
he understood. He would be kind of upset if somebody
just kind of Ignored them in a zombie-like state. He was
actually very surprised they didn’t drug test him. He
doesn’t do drugs, not that they even have any effect on
him, good or bad. He couldn’t even have any fun if he
wanted to or drown his sorrows in liquor.

4. Ok, Three was really long, and now he’s starting to

sound like Deadpool too much exposition

5. His ID said that he resided in Jersey as in New

Jersey, the last place that anybody from Queens would
ever want to end up living in their entire life. This is by
far one of the worst things that has ever happened to
him. You know, barring pretty much everything else that
has happened to him but Jersey? Come on, strange of
all the places in the world to drop him off, you drop him
off in Gotham? Peter is sure of one thing he paid
attention in geography somewhat, was he generally
very tired in geography because it was his first period of
the day. Yes, but he doesn’t think that he would miss an
entire city in the state right across the Bay.

6. He needed a shower.
Looping around the shelter, he noted the cafeteria, the
Landry room, and finally, the showers. Full-door stalls
with no timer; god bless whoever built this place and
whoever is playing the water bill.

After a lovely and refreshing 25-minute shower, Peter

was in fresh clothes and was drying his hair. He noticed
how long it was getting, and he would probably have to
cut it himself. He didn’t exactly have the money for a
haircut right now.

But what he did have time and enough money for was a
library; after pulling up some directions on his phone
and memorizing the route
Peter exited the shelter. Not a moment later, his spidey
sense was wide awake and blaring.

*Nope*.

The hum of the city was completely different from

Queens. While Queens sounded like a slightly disjointed
harmony with impromptu solos from people, Gotham
was… well, to put it nicely, Gotham was like a rack of
glasses got dropped down a long flight of stairs in an
enclosed concrete stairwell.

“The Fuck?”

His rather random exclamation garnered the attention of

the group of people outside. This group seemed out of
place and not in the same way as him. They seemed
well off, not stable, but they had rich people's shoes,
the kind that dont have brand names, but you can tell
they cost more than anyone would want to spend on
shoes.

They had fuck you money and were definitely staring at

him. To be fair, he had been staring at them, too, so …
Oh, one of them was walking over shit. With a grimace,
Peter mentally prepared himself for an inevitable
awkward encounter.

“Hi, um, you will have to forgive me, but are you new to
Gotham?”
“what led you to that observation, the giant duffel or
the fact we’re standing in front of a homeless shelter?”
Peter gestures to the area and notices some of the
people in the back appear to be seconds away from
laughter.

“That’s fair. I did walk into that one; it's just most
people from Gotham don't look up.” the dark-haired
young man said with a bemused smile

Well, I got in late last night, so I didn't really have time

to take in the sites.”

He could see another man walking up from the group,

but he seemed a bit taller than the first one but similar
in appearance; though this one was less clean-cut and
had a similar vibe to someone, he just couldn’t put his
finger on it.

“Dick,” oof unfortunate name, “quit bothering the kid.”

Everywhere he goes, he's always a kid, even to other
smaller kids. He’s just a slightly bigger kid.

He let out a sigh, and both of the men’s heads turned

toward him. “Guys, though this conversation is super
fun, I have somewhere I need to be later.”

And with that, Peter turned and started walking toward

the library
“Wait, Kid”

Peter turned and shouted over his shoulder at the

group, “Peter, my name is Peter, not Kid.”
And with that, he made his way to the library

“Pfft”
“Shut up, Tim.
“That was so bad.”
“Oh, like you could do better; you’d probably just watch
him from a distance for 2-3 years.”
“words can hurt, dick.”
The boy in the red hoodie put his hand over his heart in
a moment of dramatics.

The apparent youngest of the group spoke up in an

apparent monotone
“No, he believed the two of you to be Law enforcement.”
“And what gave you that idea, Damien?” The Blond girl
in the purple hoodie asked
“He was staring at our shoes. Both you and Jason have
composite toes in your shoes, and normal everyday
citizens don’t usually have composite toes in running
shoes.”

“But that raises the question, how does he know to look

at someone’s shoe for that?” The boy with the red
hoodie piped up

Damian face grew suspicious. “He’s trained to be

observant; we should follow-“

The taller man in the brown leather jacket cut off

Damian. “Kids homeless and probably underage from
the looks of it, and like it or not, dick has major
mandated reporter vibes.”

“Hey!”
“You did come on a bit strong there, dick.”
Dick spoke up, walking back towards the group with his
arms crossed. “I know, but last night, he looked older. I
guess I was just shocked to see him look as young as
he does.”

A girl in a black cardigan leaned in to whisper something

to Steph

“oh! That's what it is.” Steph yelled, turning to the other

girl
Dick looked up from thought. “Cass, did you recognize
something about Peter?”
Steph interjected with a snap of her fingers, “Youth
Pastor, Dick was giving off youth pastor vibes.”
Jason chuckled but quickly turned it into a cough after
getting a glare from dick and stares of shock from most
of the others.

“You know what that reminded me of?” A young black

man wearing a denim jacket with yellow iron-on patches
on the back and sleeves. The group turned their
collective heads towards him. “The cult we are supposed
to be gathering intel on currently.”

There was a quiet muttering of “Yah yah,” “Well if dick,”

and “Oh, I forgot we were doing that.”
Before the group decided to move on and continue what
they were actually supposed to be doing.

After a long walk over several blocks and several

attempts to steal his bag or pull him into an alley, Peter
finally arrived at the library and realized he really should
leave his big ass bag at the shelter next time. It wasn’t
particularly heavy for him, but he looked out of place.

Opening the doors, the smell of books and waxed

linoleum hit his nose. At least the library’s smell was the
same here.
Peter walked in and saw a woman at the front desk
typing away at a speed that Peter had rarely seen in his
life.

He began to walk slowly past her, admiring her ability to

type without looking at the keyboard but not wanting to
disturb her. When suddenly, there was a quiet ding
barely audible to the surrounding area, and the
woman’s eyes snapped up at Peter, making the second
batch of awkward eye contact that day.
“Hello, how can I help you?”

“If you could point me to the computers, that would be

great.”

“They are in the back right corner along the wall. Here
is a guest pass to sign in.”

“Thanks,” Peter said while taking the small slip of paper

from the woman; he noticed that she was in a
wheelchair as he walked closer to the desk. “But how
did you know I don't have a library card?”

“Lucky guess, you don't seem like you’re from around

here.”
Peter sighed while wearing a placating smile. “Would
you believe that that is the second time today I’ve
heard that?”
“Did you look up?” Peter scrunched his brow in
confusion.
“I really must stick out if you guessed that on the first
try.”

“Just a tip: if you look up in Gotham, all you’ll see are

bats.” The kind of strange woman said to Peter, smiling
to herself like it was an inside joke.

“Ok, I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you, Ms.?”

“Barbara”

“Thanks, Ms. Barbara. I should get to the computers

now.”

“Be safe, don't talk to strangers on the internet, and

please do not try to usurp the government in a chat
room either. We have bots that watch for those things.”

Peter turned around and snapped his fingers. “Dang,

there went my plans for the afternoon,” noticing Ms.
Barbara’s stare harden just enough to say, ‘Don't give
me more work,’ making his spider-sense send off a
quick pang. Peter put up his hands and sputtered out,
“Just kidding, I kind of thought you were joking too, but
obviously, I read that wrong. My bad.” Peter then turned
and walked over to the computers in the back, making
sure not to bump into anyone or anything on his way
back.

He found an empty computer at the end of the row,

right next to a window. He. Set down his bag with a
solid thud
Turning on the computer, he typed in his guest login,
and once he got his barrings on the search networks
and the similar but different software,
But now it was time to do something he hoped no one
else would see him do; he needed to google himself.
‘Peter Parker’

2,220 hits
“Ok, need to narrow that down a bit.”
Peter Parker Queens, Manhattan, NewYork

25 hits

First hit Instagram

Some posts by a volunteer group
‘It’s with a heavy heart that we have to say goodbye to
two of our most beloved volunteers, May and Peter, as
they move to greener pastures in New Jersey. Peter’s
breath caught at seeing Mays's face again, arms thrown
around him, and another person standing in the group
photo before him, her smile just as bright as he
remembered it being.

Wait, if she exists here, maybe she’s; Peter quickly

opened another tab and started typing ‘May Parker,
Queens, Manhattan, New York’ and hit enter

May Parker 1970-2024

Peter shut down the computer. He couldn’t bring himself

to read her obituary again in a different world. Picking
up his bag, he left the library speed walking past Ms.
Barbara, not even noticing how she called out to him
using his name, which he doesn’t even remember telling
her.

He burst out of the glass doors at the front of the

library. For a second, he felt bad that he had touched
the glass instead of the handle. Someone would have to
clean that later.

As he bounded down the stairs, he bumped into a pair

of familiar combat boots with composite toes.
“Excuse me.” He mumbles as he doesn’t even stop
turning down the sidewalk heading deeper into the city

The man in the combat boots looks at the boy, who

looks like he’s running away from something. He turns
his eyes back to the library door and hears the
automatic door open beside the one the kid had just
busted out of.
“Got any idea what that was about?” The redheaded
woman looked after the quickly disappearing figure.
“I have a few.”

Jason and Barbara were looking at the monitor of the

computer in her office
“Why did he google himself?” Barbara shot him a look.
“What? It's odd that's all I’m saying.”
“I think the other thing he looked up is more important.”
“Oh… guess that's why he’s on the streets then. No
other relatives, I guess.”
“No, his uncle died a couple of years back in New York,
and both his parents are presumed dead after a plane
crash when he was five. “

“Damn, kid's been through a lot for 17,”

“Yeah, after the way dick talked about him last night, I
didn’t expect him to look that …”

“Young, me neither.”

At that moment, a message came across the photo of

Peter that they had pulled from the security camera
when he was joking around with Barbara in the library
earlier, hands held up in surrender, looking every bit his
age at that moment with a lopsided crinkle-eyed smile
and windblown hair.

Barbara checked the message, surprised it wasn’t from

anyone in the family and didn’t come from an external
address either; the message contained an address and
nothing else. “Wait, this looks familiar.”
Barbara pulled up the full copy of his ID, which had the
same address pasted across the screen.

“who sent that? It doesn’t have any sender. I didn’t

think that was possible with your system.”

“It’s not, I think we are getting a hint from Peter’s little

helper.”

“You mean the hacker that leads dick to Peter in the

first place?”

“One and the same, though the message has end-to-

end encryption. Our friend left a large amount of data to
be mined, showing me that this was sent from the same
phone as last time; the weird thing is that I have never
seen this phone brand before.”

“Wow, a piece of tech that O hasn’t seen before. I feel

like I just lost a bet I forgot I made.”

“Jay-bird, concentrate.”

“I'm back; what’s the kid doing that got his babysitter
so worried?”

“I think he’s heading back to his old place. I don't know

why our hacker is worried that he didn’t live in a bad
part of town.” Barbara’s sentence was cut off by multiple
messages coming from the hacker at the same time
The First one was just the address again, but the others
quickly became more erratic and frantic

**Peter**!

** She is Dangerous**
**Don’t listen to her!**

**We dont want that for you**

**Remember what Dr.Strange said. ** **Help**

**Help** **Help**

Barbara was typing furiously on one hand to try and

handle the messages and on the other alerting signal to
suit up and get to the location as soon as possible,
putting the others on high alert and to gather near the
address on standby. Turning to the man behind her,
Barbara looked at the place where a few moments ago
he was standing, peering over her shoulder; heaving a
sigh, she pressed a button under her desk that closed
the door and turned on the sound dampeners. She
threw her comm in her ear and locked into the task
before her.
“Red hood, I assume you are en route to the address.”

“Affirmative”

“Signal, do you have an ETA?”

“15 minutes, Hood will probably beat me.”

“Copy, Hood; try to figure out the woman that Peter is

talking to before you engage. Ok, we need to be sure
this isn’t a trap. We still don't know anything about
Peter.”

“Heard, But if it is someone we know, we go through

protocol.”

Red Hood was racing through the streets of Gotham,

heading towards the address that Peter’s digital
babysitter had given them.
Approaching the area, he parked his bike a block over
on a side street and grappled up to the roof to approach
the building that Peter was supposed to be in.

“Shit”

Quickly flattening himself on the roof after seeing what

was in the streets below and who was on the roof across
the street. The subtle glint of sun refraction was enough
info to know one of the reasons why peters friend had
called for help

“Who did this kid piss off” Red Hood mumbled

“Red Hood, what’s going on? Your heart rate spiked?”

Oracle asked

“Tell signal to meet me where I am. I know who Peter is

talking to, and it's not good.”

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