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So we can all agree that Bruce Wayne/Batman is like the DC version of Tony Stark yea? (and vice versa)

this is my no sleep comparison

Both have/are:

Orphan

Filthy rich

A superhero without powers of their own

A sidekick turned son (in Bruce’s case several+a son turned sidekick)

At least 1 staff member that is both their best friend as well as the sole reason they are not dead from their own stupidity yet(shut up, end game didn’t happen😭😭)

A multi-million(if not more) dollar company in their name

Differences:

Bruce Wayne is not a known hoe(he’s classy😩😩 he keeps his affairs quiet[pun very much intended])

Batman literally chooses to wear spandex like a maniac

Bats have fur right???

Does that mean Bruce is a furry?

IDK but I’m putting it

Bruce Wayne is a furry

He also wears his underwear outside his pants

Why is that so popular in DC?

Is that just like,,, a thing????

Literally cannot think of more differences atm

Feel free to add more to either list :)

saw this art trend on twt and couldn’t NOT do it with them

(og/reference under the cut)

the boys are on a donut date <3 (the bag Jason is holding has bagels for whenever Peter decides he's had enough sugar)

just wanted to draw them in their civies and Dog in all her glory cause it feels like I haven't actually drawn consistently in forever

inspired by Existential Crisis Mode by @luciaintheskyainthi

Batfamily, mourning over the death of Spider-Man: 😪

Peter Parker, just moved into their house: 🧍‍♂️

More Peter Parker in Gotham bullshit. He's friends with his new neighbor Jason <3

This would go double since Uncle Ben was raising Peter for more of his formative years and would have a greater impact on his personality and habits.

Peter being flippy and quippy aside, he absolutely would have more act more like Jason.

Heck he’d most likely inherit Jason’s fashion sense as well.

Looks like Jason + Acts like Jason? Yeah that’s totally Jason’s kid

Peter brings up Uncle Ben directly or indirectly and imagine the batfam think that Uncle Ben is Dick. They have it all switched around.

It does not help that Uncle Ben is a police officer, and so is Dick.

Hiii, stumbling out of my mindscape with snippets of Spidey in Gotham embedded in my psyche like thorns on cheap flipflops after a walk on uncleared nature.

I'm just dying at the fact that according to canon jason and Dick look so alike they could have mistaken for one another in their teens, so people seeing Peter might think he's the child of either of the two. And I die againnn. Bc imagine him seeing Jason (Ben) and reacting bc of course he would, and everyone thinks he's the dad??? Screeching.

REAL istg Peter in Gotham is gonna be the reason I fail my bio course and end up in debt for no reason,,, worth it

But no seriously!! I've seen 1 (one!) Fic of Peter getting mistaken for Jason's mini me (welcome to the show by prodby_error) and it SLAPS

Listen. Right ok listen. Things go down, the usual happens, batfamily is stalking Peter, with the assumption this is either Jason's kid from the future or he's a lab baby, doesn't matter, they're stalking him THINKING they know who the daddy is. Dick, among everyone else, is lightly teasing Jason as they try to bring the sassy spider child into their folds. Only, wait, hold up, they just got a DNA sample and Jason,,, isn't the dad?

Dick's hear drops when he sees the test results. He's the father? But the kids a total copy of Jason!

And, sure, Dick and Jason look notably different NOW, what with Jason's height and scarred and lazarus makeover, but Bruce has distinct memories of mixing them up, of calling the wrong name at the wrong black-haired blue-eyed teen.

Jason feels,, kind of sad. He'd already mentally adopted the kid, who isn't even his apparently, but also he's now an uncle???

Not sure how Dick would respond. Disbelief? Anger? Confusion? Adoption mode? Hit or miss tbh

Peter is gotham, fine and dandy, all the tropes you could ever want BUT

Into the spiderverse right. With The Canon explanation

So picture Peter falls into DC, and his canon ties to his own universe are cut because his canon was essentially erased, comic book logic and all that

So DC (or sentient Gotham!) Basically adopts Peter into their universe, and also his canon.

What does that mean, you ask?

PICTURE THIS.

Peter now has to live through everything considered a canon even for a Spider-Man, including but not limited to Uncle Ben's death. This works beautifully when paired with Jason being Ben's equivalent, like a fine wine and cheese

I just had the brain spark idea for ANGST with Peter in Gotham with Jason as Uncle Ben. What if it is when he is still mad with anger from the Lazaraus Puts, and Peter's first meeting with him is when he is in the middle of one of his homicidal rages?

Like, Jason is back with the Batfam, and he is on the good guy side, but it's before he has reached a balance on his anger, and he still struggles to control the pit madness. And the first time Peter sees him and recognizes his face, Jason is momentarily going crazy?

Ooooo wait this is such a good idea!!

Imagine Peter, whose uncle has only been dead for 2-3 years at this point, seeing a man who has his uncles face repeatedly punching an unconscious man? The city's vigilantes are trying to pry him off, distract him from turning that poor guys face into a mushy pool of broken bones and blood.

Some are trying to comfort him, for some reason, while others say... less than polite things. The blue one electrocutes him, his not-uncle, successfully, which only serves to move his focus from the bloodied body to the vigilante. Which, well, was the point, but it feels wrong seeing his not-uncle be electrocuted repeatedly and beaten with a bo staff.

Batman even shows up to restrain him, his uncle had always been larger than life, in the metaphorical and physical sense. Peter's uncle was a gentle man, and the only time he ever used his size was when he was out on duty, to save people's lives.

His eyes glowed a neon green, and his weirdly youthful face was framed by premature white hair. His nose was busted and bleeding, staining his teeth. It made Peter nauseous. The last time his uncle had been covered in blood, he...

"Stop it! What are you doing to him?!" Peter screamed, finally finding the strength to leave his hiding spot behind a dumpster.

He stared. What else could he do?

He hadn't been in this universe long, hadn't found any signs of the Parkers ever even existing here. How could he be so stupid? Of course they could've existed with different names— his dad and uncle had been adopted. They probably have completely different families and last names because Peter... doesn't exist here. They're alive because Peter doesn't exist here.

The blue one, Nightwing, stepped forward. "Hey, this is no place for a kid, alright? We've got this handled." He took the tone Peter often took with scared civilians as Spider-man.

"No, you're— you're hurting him! Stop it!" Peter moved to get closer to his uncle, but was held back gently by Nightwing.

"Get the kid out of here, now!" Batman snapped, struggling to hold down his uncle.

Thought bubble I just had (more like a while ago but what’re).

BUT!

For all the fics I’ve read and headcanons I’ve seen it Peter Parker being sent to the DC Universe I’ve never seen one where he’s kid age. Like there’s Leap of Faith by @erinwantstowrite (fire fic) where Peter is young but I’m talking about younger. I talking like 4-7 years old young.

This is how I imagine it to go as a starter:

Peter gets transported to DC Universe for whatever means. However, being transported from his world to a near parallel world where everything is almost the same with both major and minor difference (a billionaire orphan that becomes a hero, someone from War era that is lives in the present, a team of heroes that work together to save the world, etc.) has a huge strain on Peter. Some entity, maybe one of the Spider totems, in an attempt to keep Peter alive makes it where at the expensive of living he becomes younger.

So a young Peter Parker, say 4 years old, is wandering around Gotham both scared and lost because the last thing he remembers is being told his parents won’t be coming home. Now he’s in some spooky city, it’s dark and all kinds of people he passes or they pass him give him the unnerving sensation that they can hurt him. That they will if he lingers for a second too long.

Despite the sun being covered by thick clouds Peter knows it becomes night with how much louder the strange city becomes. The noise is overwhelming, on the edge of hurting his ears but even covering them with his hands do nothing but a light muffle. Still the young boy continues on, hoping to find a police station because that’s where his Uncle Ben works and surely on of Uncle Ben’s coworkers can help him.

Yet Peter soon comes into trouble by a couple of scary man. Crooked teeth and uneven teeth stained yellow, crazed eyes that hold the slightest of consciousness and thick arms that promises hurt. Three of them appear from the alley Peter was shuffling b, attempting to be quiet because his hair raised when nearing the alley opening.

One of them grips Peter by his upper arm, dragging the boy into the alleyway away from eyes that could rescue him. He struggles but the grip is too tight.

They cuss at him, throw slurs and insult with heavy accents and improper grammar. Peter doesn’t judge, his Aunt and Uncle always try to teach him that not everyone is fortunate to have good education like him. Still, the boy is panicking as they push him to the wall throwing commands at him.

“T’is here go’a be send to Rick d’wn t’ere,” one commands shoving some package into Peter’s hands. It’s something illegal, that much is obvious but what it may be is unknown.

Another starts throwing threats at Peter, promises of hurt and pain should he not complete the task while giving promises of a reward should he return with the money for the package. All the while Peter is trying to be brave, like his Aunt and Uncle taught him to be, because panicking will just anger the men. He’s unscathed now, maybe a bruise where the first gripped him but all bodily functions working.

He could try running. They’re sending him out so they won’t follow. Peter only needs to follow their instructions halfway, dump whatever was shoved into his hands and leave. Find a police station or a women with kids. A goth or punk can work too!

Although before the men could move to allow Peter to leave a thud is heard at the alley’s entrance. All three men pull guns out and the sight of them has Peter whimpering instinctually.

“Hazing kids now are we?” The person muses lightly. Their entire front is obscured, a singular lamppost positioned behind them leaving Peter to only see the red of their jacket. “Dangerous work there in these parts.”

“Kid volunteered,” gruffes the man furthest form Peter at the front of the pack. “Look’g to score some money. Ain’t not’in wro’g wit’ helping, aye Hood?”

The man, Hood, hummus thoughtfully. Peter wants to call out their lie but his tongue is tied.

“Yeah I ain’t believin’ that for a sec.”

Hood shoot the men. Peter drops to the ground shaking and crying, eyes shut and hand protectively over his head as fighting ensues around him. Everything feels wrong and something is screaming at Peter to leave while everyone is distracted yet he physically cannot move.

Fighting an internal battle to move or not Peter misses how silent everything has gotten until a voice calls from ahead.

Hood, gentle and soft unlike before a calling to Peter. A promise of safety and reassurance that no harm will come to him. The boy hesitated before looking up, finding the man standing lonesome and the three other men unconscious on the group.

Again Hood calls and this time Peter responds. Good, something says, he is safe. And when the man promises to bring Peter somewhere safe the boy barely hesitates before getting up and reaching the man.

That’s all I’ve got but I would have it where Jason, once’s seeing Peter up close, recognizes some features. He holds onto Peter for a while once learning the boy doesn’t have family nearby where he gets all close and shit before realizing why the boy seems so familiar and has to figure out how to tell Dick if he’s got a kid.

Also Peter would have memories of his older self but they’d be like things that would happen at random times. He’d walk into a room where there’s a complicated math equation and figure it out with ease ‘cause he did that in senior year of high school! And of course he’d keep his spider powers, they’d just show at the most random time and leave the Batfam flabbergasted cause how can such a tiny body had that much strength and WHAT YOU MEAN HES SLEEPING ON THE CEILING!?!??

Spider-Man x Gotham idea where instead of Peter being homeless or working as a tech repair person or an intern at WE and all those other popular tropes. He lands in Gotham through some means or other, figures out he's far from home (hehe) and needs to get home. But he needs money and currently is homeless living in some abandoned place. Gotham is awful with jobs everywhere but nobody willing to take a whatever-age-you-choose that looks a lot younger than he is because he doesn't look tough enough for the job. And Peter is slowly loosing hope, no money means no shelter, food, or means to make tech that can help him get home.

But then as he's aimlessly walking down a Gotham street, hands in his jacket pockets and hood pulled up, a strike of rare lucky falls in his lap.

NOW HIRING! APPLY ONLINE!

A banner hangs in front of the Gotham Post Office. A once crystal clean white banner with accents of blue now dirty and smog and stains, maybe even splatters of blood, smear across.

Not one to pass up an opportunity Peter ran across the street uncaring of the cars beeping at him and cursing slurred his way. This may be his only chance.

Inside the post office is more clean than Peter could have thought Gotham capable of. A spacious room, clean white tile floors in front that stretches left and right, although to the right it becomes carpet where PO Boxes fill up an entire wall. A few steps forward and Peter reaches the service desk, pexi-like glass seperating him from the worker as they greet him with a dim smile. The first smile he's recieved since coming here that doesn't involved him getting mugged.

A quick inquiry of getting a job there and the whole place is suddenly alive. The workers are desperate, that much Peter gathers with how he is allowed behind the desk to use one of the worker's computers to apply. They don't ask personal questions like his age or his family, just questions about how he feels about carrying this, being in danger by people wanting to steal mail, walking a lot, learning new routes, things he never thought of but make sense given the job type.

Four weeks later, one spent in waiting for a response and learning more about the workers there. Two spent in orientation and training out in the Metropolis branch where he receives several warnings from them about Gotham and it's past mail carriers. And one receiving on the job training. But finally Peter has a solid job with a surprisingly good benefits and a killer pay.

His Spidey Sense is constantly thrumming, a background sensation since being in Gotham but he hones in on it and becomes one of the most untouchable mail carriers in Gotham. Everyday he's on a differnt route and one day he ends up doing deliveries in the richer side of Gotham.

A package bigger than the mailbox stumps him momentarily before he presses the com buttom at the front gates. It's silent at first, him awaiting for an answer back while beginning to remeber what he's supposed to do when he can't deliver a package.

Static then, "Wayne residence, how may I help you?"

Peter being a mail carrier is just a concept i thought of while in the shower and it hasn't left my mind. The only other thing I can add on is that when him and Alfred meet at the front door, because the plot demands so, Alfred is caught off guard by how he looks like Richard "Dick" Grayson but hides it well enough for Peter to wonder but not fully question.

I'm still thinking about fake talon!Peter but I'm also filled with other stuff that could or could not happen. Anyways, wasn't Peter 6 years old when his parent's died, right? (It also says he could have been 4. Man, idk. Comics recon certain events and it sucks keeping track.) I always wondered in the Dick is Richard Parker scenarios if he ever called Peter "Robin." It wouldn't be out of place imo and it may parallel the passing of the Robin title in that dimension.

Let's say that Richard did call him Robin enough times for Peter to sorta remember. It will be extremely nostalgic for him when he arrives to Gotham and hears a kid/teen vigilante with his childhood nickname. Later on if he ever partners with Batman, Bruce is the one hit with the nostalgia because dimensional grandson really does take after his father huh.

Jason in the corner just being snarky and asking if he's displaying signs of dementia when Bruce accidentally called Peter Robin after a particular risky mission. Batman totally doesn't want a redo of the first Robin run.

It's a little wild to me that most of the Spider-ManxDC xovers are MCU Spidey and not comic version because it would be so funny if the DC characters were like "This is a child" with Peter and then with Spider-Man they were like "This adult man is an immature asshole" like This Thread (except Batman and Nightwing would 100% clock him like Ben Grimm did as shown in this thread because they know teenage hothead asshole behavior when they see it. they paid attention to their asshole teenage partners. most of the other heroes either sent their asshole teenager sidekicks to various teen teams or their teenagers were more respectful. Plus, they all know Guy so...)

Peter Parker in Gotham except he uses slang and phrases and references that no one understands and can only decipher from context clues. Peter: "-if you slice what I'm breading." Tim: ????? (This is probably just a Peter thing, lets be real here.) Peter, looking at a picture of a vigilante/rogue/whoever: "Damn, this is America's Ass now, I guess" Jason: "What?" Bruce, stressing out something important: "Do you understand me?" Peter: "As clear as Sue Storm." Bruce: ?? Dick: "Hey, I think lizards are awesome." Peter: "Is your name Curtis?" Dick: "Who the fuck is Curtis???"

Peter, watching a clip of the Joker and Batman where Joker goes "We're a lot alike, you and I" or something like that: "Okay, Mr. I'm Something Of A Scientist Myself." Barbara: ??? Duke, just watched Peter trip and smash his face into something (or something equally as embarrassing) and just staring at him sitting there: "You okay?" Peter: "I wish I could challenge Cyclops to a staring contest right now." Duke: "Do you know a cyclops??? Huh????"

Ok, I've seen some (A LOT) of fanfics about "Peter Parker in Gotham," and something I can't get out of my head is: "What if Tony was there?"

No, not in the way that he survived and is there with Peter, but more like he left an AI with his personality and memories in E.D.I.T.H. so Peter wouldn’t be alone. Yes, he still died sacrificing himself against Thanos. Yes, Peter still carries all the trauma he accumulated in every MCU movie he's in. But now, he’s in another universe with an AI acting as his mentor.

Like, Peter accidentally activated this function in the glasses—it wasn’t supposed to appear until he turned 18, but since he’s a nosy spider, he somehow made it happen.

Now, imagine how messed up Peter’s head is, to the point where he sometimes forgets that Tony isn’t actually there but just an AI. He ends up breaking down every time he remembers, having flashbacks of the man’s death. Traumatizing, right? Especially considering he’s now in another universe where he knows almost nothing and has to deal with vigilantes constantly chasing him.

If you want more chaos, throw in the classic "Dick Grayson is Richard Parker" / "Dick Grayson is Peter Parker’s biological parent" theory, and boom! Pure chaos and trauma. Dick is freaking out over having missed most of his son’s childhood and not being able to protect him from all the trauma. Part of the Batfamily is convinced Peter is from the future. And Peter? Peter is absolutely losing it while trying to cope with everything!

"Underoos," Tony’s hologram form calls out in its usual blue hue. "I’m not great with advice, but you should talk to your dad—"

"You’re not my dad! You’re not Tony! You’re just an AI pretending to be him!" Peter yells back, crying as he throws a pillow at the hologram.

"Wow, finally breaking down, roos? I was actually talking about your biological dad, who is currently on your rooftop dressed like a bird in a suit as tight as your old vigilante one," he replies, watching as the pillow passes through his translucent form. "But if you wanna ignore my first good piece of advice, go ahead, kiddo."

Meanwhile, Dick is on the rooftop with a pizza in hand, waiting for his possible future son to show up so he can make sure he's okay.

"You, Grayson!" Damian calls out to Peter, scowling.

"Uh, I’m a Parker," Peter corrects, confused by the nickname. "You know? Peter Parker?"

"..."

"..."

"...I said it wrong on purpose," Damian replies.

"Nephew," Cass says, giving Peter a few light pats on the head.

"???"

"So, how are your parents?" Dick asks Peter while still in his Nightwing suit, eating a sandwich with him, trying to learn about his relationship with his supposed future self.

"Uh, not sure, they died when I was about five, I don’t really remember them," Peter answers as he takes a bite of his sandwich.

Dick makes a wounded puppy noise, leaving Peter confused.

That’s it, I just wanted to share a random and dumb idea that popped into my head. If you write a fanfic with this idea, please tell me the name in the comments!

peter parker in gotham au where he runs a red robin fanpage and posts oddly close photos of red robin in action. no one believes tim for a while but once they realize it's true all of the robins (+ batgirls and duke) start teasing him & asking how it feels to be on the opposite end.

A little snippet based off this post

Tim and Stephanie would both like to preface they know what they're doing is a bad idea. They do not need Duke, who is also listening in, to repeatedly tell them how terrible of an idea this is. He still does anyway, just to make sure he can rub it in when this all backfires later, but really, Tim and Stephanie already know.

They have both just decided to ignore that silly little fact in the name of information gathering.

So here sits Steph and Duke, huddled up in Duke's bedroom in front of Tim's laptop. Tim, meanwhile, is disguised as some random blonde haired, brown eyed kid. His fake backstory is vaguely based off one socialite or another, because even though he can change his tone or his accent, he just can't seem to hide the wealthy sounding lit in his voice.

In the back of his head, Jason and Stephanie's voices overlap. Once a rich boy always a rich boy, they say. Tim shivers.

"The Baby Bird has landed in The Nest." Duke sighs over Tim's com. "I still don't understand why the codenames are necessary."

"You know why they're necessary."

"Ow!"

Tim may not be in the same room as them, but it's not hard to figure out that Stephanie gave Duke a good punch on the arm. If Tim was there himself, he would've done it too. Duke knows that saying Peter's name within a miles range of the manor will cause the entire family to appear.

Duke himself wasn't even originally part of the plan! The only reason he's here is because Steph said Peter's name while they were talking, and then Duke just happened to wander one of the empty rooms in the manor! Seriously, what business did he even have in there?!

"Landing in the nest." Tim whispers. "Muting now."

"Roger that."

He mutes their side of the com, so they can hear everything he hears, but he can't hear them. It can be overridden by the two still at the manor if the need be, but Tim has faith that he at least won't fuck up that bad. Not bad enough for any help Steph can offer to be useful, at least.

He steps inside the coffee shop Peter frequents, oddly enough, it's actually called The Nest, and Tim's favorite cafe. It's the only place he can get their liquid death special, and he's pretty sure the only reason they keep it around is because he always tips at least $200 when he comes.

It makes sense that Peter would also frequent the place since he's his future nephew. Though, it's probably because Tim passed down his coffee habits. A fact that he will elect to keep from Dick so the man doesn't kill him before Peter's born.

Speaking of Peter, he just sat down in the far corner booth. The one that still has ink stained in the old wood, from that time he got a little too frustrated working on a case here. The one that has Dick's lightly carved initials in the side of the table, because when he wants to spend one on one time with Tim he likes to bring him here, knowing he can't say no to their coffee.

It makes him warm, knowing they probably continued the tradition with Peter when he was old enough.

Currently, Peter is tinkering with a futuristic looking watch. His coffee sits a good distance away, an obviously learned behavior, because Tim does the same thing after many many many drinks lost to an unrefined sweep of his arm. He's pulling other pieces out of a good sized black backpack next to him, quickly covering the whole booth in random looking machinery, completely engrossed in his project.

So Tim does what any other self respecting uncle whose nephew doesn't know he's his uncle, would do. He buys his favorite coffee, adjusts the blonde wig by running a seemingly innocuous hand through it, tips the barista, and sits across from his nephew with a smile.

He calls it a win when Peter wearily returns it.

"Sorry if I'm intruding." Tim starts, throwing a little rasp in his voice for the sake of his cover. "I was just curious about what you're... Working on... Looks complicated."

"Oh, it's a uh-- personal project. For my mentor. I'm under strict NDAs."

Tim nods. He wonders if Peter's telling the truth, and if he is, he's sure the NDAs are from WE, it's just a question on who he's referring to as a mentor.

"Ah, that's too bad. Do you mind if I just sit and watch? For curiosity's sake, I mean."

Even to his own ears that sounded suspicious, but he's never been good at improv. That's more Jason and Dick's thing.

Peter, at the very least, doesn't seem to care. He just shrugs and sips his coffee.

In that case, whatever he's working on probably can't be replicated at this point in time. There's probably some big discovery that hasn't been made yet, which makes Tim wonder who made the discovery. He'd bet $50 on himself or Bruce.

Conversation doesn't continue after that, so Tim just sits and observes.

Peter is clearly skilled. He moves with an assured elegance only to be competed with by himself and Jason, since both of them are the most skilled engineers of the family, though in two different fields. It's especially impressive with the eyebags that pull heavily on Peter's face, which he's sure he got from Bruce and not him no siree. Peter did not learn to overwork himself to death from him, that would be unacceptable.

The exhaustion leaks into his whole body. Low shoulders, slow movements, heavy slouching, small periods of zoning out and coming back to himself. He looks a little bit like shit, if Tim were to be fully honest.

At least it will be easier to get information out of him this way. The quicker they get information, the quicker they can send him home, the quicker his family can bundle him up and let him sleep for a week.

"So," Tim cannot help but break the silence. He's an anxious talker. "Your mentor? Is he cool?"

Peter pauses, his eyes slowly dragging up to meet Tim's brown contacts. "He's the best. I spend basically all my time with him nowadays."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. He's kinda hard on me, but it's just cuz he cares, y'know? He thinks he's this like- manipulative genius that has somehow fooled me into liking him, but honestly, he's giving himself too much credit. He just doesn't want to accept the fact that he's a good person, or that he's gone soft."

Peter rambles and Tim listens, nodding along as he talks. He's sure Duke and Stephanie are tuned in as well. Between the three of them there's no way they don't at least get some information on how to help him.

"I'm sure your parents are thrilled about that." Tim puts implication in his tone. He's not sure what he's apparently implying, but insinuation tends to make people defensive, and getting defensive makes people talk.

Peter does not get defensive.

"I wouldn't know." He shrugs. "They're not here for me to ask."

"Oh, where are they?" Tim asks, like an idiot.

"Dead."

Tim's whole world may have just crumbled before his eyes. He feels like somebody just crushed his lungs with their barehands, and then stuck them back in, sideways.

The first thought that comes to him is he cannot tell Dick. Under no circumstances can Dick find out. Hell, Tim kinda wishes he hadn't found out.

"I'm sorry for your loss." His throat is dry, the coffee isn't helping.

"Nah, it's alright. They died when I was little, so I don't have a lot of memories of them anyway."

"I-It's still unfortunate." Tim coughs. "So who raised you then? If you don't mind me asking."

A smile overtakes Peter's face. It's warm, loving, and wistful. It makes Peter look five years younger, and that makes Tim's heart clench.

"My uncle and aunt did."

"You look very fond of them."

Peter looks more awake than has this whole time, just the slightest bit bashful. "I am. They're the best."

Tim is having a hard time grasping how utterly crushed he feels, he can only hope it doesn't show on his face as he talks. Maybe he can play it off as being overly sympathetic.

"So it was just you guys then? No other family?"

"Nope." Peter shakes his head. "My uncle didn't really get along with any of them, and after he took me in, my aunt went no contact like he did."

So it was probably Jason who took him in then, which is somehow exactly something he would do and nothing like him at the same time. Tim has to wonder where Bruce was, or himself. And which aunt? Tim bets on Stephanie, but it could've been Cass.

"It sounds like you've lived an interesting life."

"Yeah. I wouldn't trade it for the world though." The truth in those words aches Tim's chest, he feels so winded... Lost, maybe. He almost forgets to listen when Peter continues reminiscing. "My aunt definitely did her fair share to make it interesting. She's basically the fiery redhead stereotype, but she cares a lot about everyone..."

Whatever Peter says next gets lost as Tim sinks into his own thoughts. The aunt is not Cass or Steph, unless one of them has been repeatedly dying their hair for years. Steph might still be on the table, maybe. More likely is Barbara, or possibly even Kori, maybe Roy is trans and hasn't told anyone yet. He'll have to ask Jason when he gets the chance.

Tim regrets his coffee, he thinks he's gonna be sick.

"Are you okay?"

Clearly, Tim is doing a bad job at hiding it.

"Yeah, sorry I need to get back home now, but thanks for keeping me company."

He could have stayed. Probably should have, even. But Tim doesn't think he can stand another moment with that old ink stain in eyesight.

"Oh yeah, it's no problem. I didn't mean to ramble to you like that."

Peter rubs his hand on the back of his neck, his eyes trailing off in the distance. He's embarrassed, he knows it for sure because Dick makes that exact same expression.

Tim walks out, and the chime of the bell above the coffee shop door sounds more far away than it should.

He can distantly hear Stephanie's voice in his ear say, "Well. Fuck."

Tim couldn't have put it better himself

I wrote this at 1am and it's barely proofread so don't @ me if there are mistakes. Who would've thought this would be my first piece of writing posted on this blog, huh

1) the watch. It's the universe hopping watch from spiderverse, figured that'd be a good explanation for how he got here and for what he's doing at the coffee shop

2) complete coincidence that it was that coffee shop fyi, he just needed a place to work

3) he chose that booth bc it's the booth that overlooks the entire cafe. It's vigilante 101 about seating choices.

4) thank you to @magicpiano for the original post. I have so many more thoughts about it but I doubt I'll write another piece... Maybe <(͡⁠°⁠‿⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)>

Send me an ask, if you want /⁠ᐠ⁠｡⁠ꞈ⁠｡⁠ᐟ⁠\

Uncle Ben?!?!?!

It's not Jason Todd. (Make no mistake I do like it and the uncle-nephew relationship between them on fics. But there is another one I think would be hilarious for me but like brutal for Bruce and confusing/amusing to the other bat members. Alfred's not really surprised though.)

Damian Wayne is Ben Parker.

Bruce is gonna lose his shit when he discovers that alternate Damian (Uncle Ben) was gunned down. Are the Wayne's predisposed to being victims of gun violence? Bruce Wayne thinks so.

Jason: “With great power comes great responsibility.” This one taught you that. *Shakes a furious Damian*

I've stumbled down the Peter in Gotham rabbit hole and I've never been the same. Currently I'm on the whole Dick Grayson is Peter Parker's Biological Parent kick along with the Peter contains (part of) the Soul infinity stone. If I were combine these two many misunderstandings may arise for angst, drama, and comedy.

Apologies for my ramblings of this ridiculous possible fic idea.

Isekai'd protagonist Peter Parker is sent to Gotham a few months after the events of No Way Home. He enters Gotham as Peter NOT Spider-man.

Curses his Parker Luck™ and navigates around. -> Bat fam is not going to be involved much in the beginning until shit really hits the fan <-

Won't be spider-manning but that ain't going to stop him from helping the little guy. Since we are combining the soul infinity stone plot, Peter's eyes turn golden at time when he unconsciously uses the stone's abilities. (If you see my vision, you'll know where I'm going with this.)

Peter tries to keep a low profile but he does end up making a bit of a name for himself. It's not until a Gothamite catches wind of eyes that they get terrified and think he's a rogue talon. It doesn't help that the spider bite messed with Peter's thermoregulation (idk if it's canon but I do see this from time to time) so they see that he's vulnerable to cold weather.

Dick is away on a space mission when all this is going down. (I remember a comment on one fic that said Dick's life changing events happen when he's in space. Peter can relate.)

Rumor reaches Bab's as well as the Court of Owls too.

The court sends someone who gets bested in a fight with Peter but they survive being terminated on the pure chance that they got a bit of his DNA. Guess who it matches? Gray Son of Gotham

It's not until the talons are being spotted all over Gotham that puts Peter in the bat's attention.

The bat fam pretty much think Peter is a rogue talon that was raised as a replacement for Dick. Dick’s horrified that his son (his son!) ended up taking his place and trying his hardest to bring Peter home. They think that Peter's abilities are all from the Electrum enhancement. (Wrong) Peter is ignoring and evading the court and the vigilantes while helping out a person or two.

The stone just cranks his spider-sense to over 9000. It will take a while for Peter to realize that he can talk to ghosts cause of this since their visibility can't be distinguished from the living. (Souls are tricky!)

Had to come back to this because I just couldn't stop thinking about this idea... -- Peter shivered, pulling his ratty hoodie tighter around him. He took a quick glimpse at his phone's map and looked up at the awfully tall gate.

Gotham Cemetary

He shoved his phone in his pocket and rubbed his hands together, trying to heat them up a bit. He was starting to regret coming out here, it was dark and cold, and Peter was dead broke and couldn't thermoregulate properly--

But he had to see him. Peter had to see Uncle Ben for himself, had to see his grave. Even if he wasn't Benjamin Parker anymore, even if he was a whole lot younger than Peter had ever known him, even if Jason Todd wasn't really his uncle, Peter had never been able to deny himself of his biggest regret, had never been able to wash his hands clean of the man who raised him for a whopping 10 years.

Peter had to see it, had to see him, because he had nothing else.

He grabs onto the gate, shuddering at the coldness of the iron bars, and he climbs. Carefully, he climbed down the other side.

The cemetery was full of graves and spindly trees, leaves gone in preparation of the upcoming harsh winter. Peter's teeth chattered, winter, right, he forgot about that.

Why did he have to come here during winter? Why could've he have dropped in during, oh, he doesn't know, spring?!

Focus, Peter. He takes a deep breath. We're here to see Uncle Ben, and nothing else. Worry about how to survive later.

The graves and trees surrounding him were imposing, staring at him, as if knowing he wasn't meant to be here. Peter hunched in on himself more, guilt gnawing at his heart.

You don't belong here, they seemed to say, why are you here?

His walk came to a stop as he finally spotted what, or rather, who, he was looking for.

Here lies Jason Todd

Peter crouched in front of the grave, hand hovering over the words. His face crumbled and he could feel the weight of everything crashing into him like a bullet train.

"Hey, Uncle Ben." He said, voice cracking. "How have you been?"

He could almost imagine it, could see Benjamin Parker staring at him with worry in his eyes, mouth forming soundless words.

"Peter?" He would say, hovering over Peter like if he moved too suddenly, he would break. "Why are you at my grave, kid? What's wrong?"

"I know you don't know me, but I'm your nephew."

Uncle Ben would take him into his arms and offer to talk, or to read one of the classics sitting on the bookshelf if he didn't feel like talking.

Peter wondered if Jason Todd would hug him the same way. Would he look at Peter with the same, overwhelming love in his eyes?

"I'm Peter Parker, it's nice to meet you, this you." Peter settles in the dirt. "I guess I should call you Uncle Jason, shouldn't I?"

Or maybe, this Jason would look at him like he's a monster. Eyes wrack full of disappointment to the person that Peter's become.

"I really hope you like me, but it's okay if you don't." Peter stares at his hands, "I just... I didn't know where else to go."

The grave remains silent. But if Peter focuses hard enough, he could pretend Uncle Ben was there, tugging him into his side, reassuring him that he could come visit him whenever he wanted.

"I'm homeless, dead broke, I have no idea where I am or anything about this place, and did I mention I'm like, five?" Peter laughs at his own misery "You'd think life would give me a break! Stupid Parker Luck."

Peter got up and brushed the dirt off his jeans, but he couldn't bring himself to leave, because leaving meant leaving Uncle Ben and the little bubble of comfort he always provided. Leaving meant going back into Gotham, cold, alone, and starving.

He knows he should leave. He knows it's a horrible idea to stay here, where anyone could find him out in the open. He'd be exposing himself to the elements and he should really be finding a place to stay. But he couldn't help but feel like a little kid again, crawling into Uncle Ben and Aunt May's bed as he sobbed about his parent's death, afraid to be left alone.

"Hey... Uncle Jason?" He murmurs, "Do you think I could stay with you? Just for tonight? It doesn't have to be long! I'll leave before the sun rises, I promise."

It's a horrible idea, he keeps telling himself. Yet he can't stop himself from curling up next to Uncle Ben's, Uncle Jason's grave.

"Just... let me sleep for a little while." He says, vision starting to blur and darken.

"Go to sleep, Peter." He could imagine Uncle Ben saying, "I'll keep you safe from the monsters, promise."

And Peter goes to sleep.

DC/Marvel Peter Parker in Gotham AU where Dick Grayson is Peter's bio dad, and Jason is Uncle Ben.

Peter finds himself in another world where Ben exists only for him to be dead here too. Peter is lost, alone in a world he knows nothing about and has no one to talk to. Even if he starts making friends he can't tell them the truth about being from another universe. And yeah his bio parents exist here, but what is he supposed to tell them? He would just sound crazy, better to avoid them.

But he needs to talk to someone, so Jason's grave becomes a place where he can vent and reminisce.

Another Peter Parker in Gotham AU with Dick as Richard Parker: Peter tells the bats that a magic spell made everyone forget about him. He just says this as an explanation for why he is not trying hard to get back to his dimension, no one remembers him anymore after all! Dick is freaking out fully believing that he forgot his son's existence.

I came across the AU idea that Dick Grayson is Richard Parker, and thus, Peter Parker's biological father. There are a few fics where Peter dimension travels to the DC universe and gets to meet his dead father. It is a fun idea, but I have different one.

AU where Peter dimension travels to the DC universe, and the batfam realizes that he is Dick's son, but rather than think he is from another universe, they all come to the conclusion that he is from the future.

It makes sense, after all, the rules of time travel basically boil down to 'don't change anything.' So when Peter is avoiding them and "pretending" not to know them, they just think he is following the rules. (He isn't even really avoiding them, he just has no idea who they are.)

You know how once you have an idea in your head, it take a lot of convince you that your wrong? Same idea here, they are so convinced of their idea that all new info ends up making them surer. Confirmation bias.

So Peter is trying to find a way home while the batfam tries to subtly help him without getting involved in time travel. Hijinks ensue.

Peter once mentions his love of photography and how he used to take pictures of heroes for a newspaper. Everyone looks at Tim and thinks, 'Gee I wonder where he picked up that hobby.'

At one point Peter pulls an assassin move, and Damian is like, 'I taught him that for sure.' (In reality Peter just trained with Natasha and Bucky before.)

When dealing with some issue Peter says something like, "I know a guy with some green angry problems and he taught me a lot about staying calm when mad." Everyone looks at Jason??? (He just picked up some meditation advice from Bruce Banner)

At some point he goes to the manor and everyone is like, 'Hah! More proof! He knows his way around the building!' He doesn't know his way around, his spider sense just lead him to where people are and kept him from getting lost.

He mentions Black Cat once, and everyone comes to the "totally logical" conclusion that Catwoman had a daughter, and that Peter and Felicia also have a weird almost dating thing going on.

Peter has been forced to go to some fancy events with Tony before so he knows how to act at rich people galas, which of course just adds fuel to the time travel theory.

Peter keeps accidentally referencing things that don't exist/didn't happen. Everyone just assumes these things didn't happen/don't exist yet.

Based on a post from @jupiterliketheplanet

Tags for my amazingly supportive mutuals @valdeswan @theacemagpie

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Noise.

Deafening noise.

That's the last thing Matthew Murdock remembers. A sharp piercing noise that his heightened hearing had no problem picking up. It was deafening.

Matt remembers covering his ears, but it did nothing to alleviate the pressure building in his ear drums. His cowl feeling all too tight.

The ground was hard and cold, providing no comfort. When did he end up on the ground? Did he fall? Was he already on it?

The pressure lessens, as does the noise, now just a faint ringing in his ears. Matt can finally hear his surroundings again. Sirens are blaring somewhere in the distance.

Breathing in the air is heavier. The taste of chemicals is heavy on Matt's tongue. New York's air has never been this bad, Hell's Kitchen's air has never been this bad.

Something's wrong.

Matt jumps to his feet only to fall forward, bracing himself on a brick wall, his legs feel weak, and the ground unstable.

All of his senses are screaming at him. Everything is wrong. It feels wrong, smells wrong, and tastes wrong.

Where the hell am I?

Think, what happened…

As Matt tries to recall the events that lead up to the horrible noise and ending up here, he draws a blank. The memories aren't fuzzy, they aren't fractured. They aren't there. Whatever happened, however Matt ended up here, where ever here is, he can't remember.

But that's okay. Of course it's okay, he's Matthew Murdock, the Devil of Hell's Kitchen's, the Daredevil.

Breathing deeply, Matt focuses on his surroundings. The metallic scent of blood assaults his senses. Using one arm to keep himself standing, Matt uses his thumb to wipe away his blood. Broken nose, great.

By the way sounds echo and the stench of trash, Matt must be in an alley. The brick wall under his gloves is ruff. The comforting pressure of his cowl rests over his head, no longer feeling too tight.

So he's suited up, depending on where he is right now that could either be a good thing or seriously detrimental to figuring out where he is and what happened.

Other than the fading pain in his head and his broken nose, he doesn't seem to be too injured. And the pain in his head is hopefully just from that noise and not a concussion.

I need a plan.

Step 1: Find out where I am.

Step 2: Get home.

….Perhaps he does have a concussion. That's fine, nothing Matt hasn't handled before.

Matt pushes away from the wall, staggering slightly as he finds the fire escape. From the rooftops it will be easier to survey his surroundings and listen in on conversations below to get an idea of where he is so that he can make it back to Hell’s Kitchen, and his apartment.

Making his way up to the roof of what seems to be an abandoned six-story apartment complex without much trouble, Matt perches on the ledge, straining his ears to pick up on the sounds surroundings him. Sounds should carry easier up here than down in the alleyway, the smaller space making it harder to distinguish the direction sounds come from as they bounce off of walls and muddle together.

Up on the roof top, sounds are clearer. And they seem to be the only thing clearer. Somehow the stench of chemicals in the air seems worse than down in the alleyway.

Along with the chemical scent is the smell of rain, a warning to those unfortunate enough to find themself out and about to find shelter from the coming storm.

But before Matt can even begin searching for a suitable place to seek refuge from the approaching storm, a familiar sound causes him to jump into action.

A cry for help.

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Sorry for it being so short for a first chapter, but school has been killing me lately. Please forgive me 🥺

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