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Peter woke up and today he needed to get(or order) the supplies for his spiderman suit. He had quite a bit of stuff to order and he went to some shitty tech store and bought a laptop and some shitty phone and not at some high-end store due to inconspicuousness and headed to the library-they had wifi which he did not have. He picked up some lunch and started with making the blueprints to his new spiderman suit after setting up his laptop. He was planning to use a mix of nano tech and elements of the original suit since nanotech depressingly and annoyingly did not exist in this universe.
He picked up some breakfast while heading to the library and waved at Barbara before heading to a study table located in the corner of the library and placed his backpack next to him. He ate his breakfast while making the blueprints, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck slowly stand and he looked back. He raised an eyebrow not being able to see anyone, he kept his eyes glued to his screen.
“Whoever’s there should come out, I know someone’s there”, Peter said while staring at his screen. TO be perfectly honest, Peter’s bullshit intolerance level had been rapidly depleteing ever since fuck knows when.
A light thump that Peter wouldn’t be able to notice unless he was trained heavily(which he wasn’t) or a meta. His neck snapped to the noise and he met eyes with some other older kid. He looked maybe a year or two older than Peter. Unnaturally green eyes, Peter was probably up to his shoulder even IF THAT which proved how short he was when he was 13.
“You have a beyond-average sense of hearing if you knew I was there,” the teen said coldly, glaring at him. Peter stared up at him
“Thank you..?”, Peter raised an eyebrow.
The boy hummed, staring him down, “How? You’re just some measly street boy, how did you know?”.
Peter whipped his head back to the guy, offended as hell(Seriously, first he got called a 9 year old and now this?)
Peter said sassily,“And you’re just a prickly son of a bitch ”. To be fair, Peter had been having a pretty shitty week, his bullshit level intake for the week was done and finished, zilch nada and he was gonna be taking NO shit from a damn angsty, emo looking ass, 15 year old.
The boy looked at him shocked with wide eyes and an open mouth but quickly composed himself before biting back, “Excuse me?! I’ll have you know that I-”
Peter’s spidey sense started flaring up badly , he turned his head and saw Dick except his spider sense was flaring up much more then last time. Peter’s finger twitched as he was urged to just web Dick up immediately because right now..?
Dick was flaring his spider sense as much as one of Peter’s rogues usually did and it was making him feel very very uncomfortable but in all other aspects, Dick looked fine. Dick’s body language was normal, it looked like he was completely fine, he wasn’t tense or closed off for him.
Anyways the boy got cut off by Dick walking in, “Hey Damian! you met Peter, oh my god, are you guys friends now?”
They both were about to snark at eachother but then saw Dick’s puppy eyed excitement at the prospect of Damian making friends and shut their mouth gritting out a yes.
he grinned and Peter felt his hairs rising and his palms were sweaty as he rubbed them on his pants and looked between the both of them. Damian, the teen who called him a damn ‘measly street boy’ was making his spidey sense bounce around less then Dick was. Peter licked his teeth feeling his tongue flicking over them.
“Right…”, Peter looked at Dick nervously, feeling impossibly small, dread clawing up his throat and swirling in his stomach in an especially ugly way that he hadn’t felt ever since with…Middle school anxiety. OH RIGHT, he was going through fucking puberty, again.
“Hey Dami, why don’t you help Barbara with the books?”, Dick suggested and at that Peter just wanted to crumple into the deepest and darkest corner and hiss at anyone who came nearby.
Calm down, you can handle this guy even if something goes wrong, you’ll be fine.
“Alright then, Richard”, he said to Dick and then gave a damn side eye to Peter before leaving.
Peter twirled the fabric of the hem of his shirt in his fingers, he didn’t want to be alone with Dick. It wasn’t the fact that his spidey sense felt like it was slamming at his head repeatedly with a book like he was a cockroach but more of the fact, that even though his spidey senses were telling him to get the fuck outta here that Dick was so normal like his body language spoke that he was normal and nothing was wrong and it unsettled Peter. Peter, the guy who was quite literally a man-spider!
Dick grinned and peered at Peter’s screen to which immediately, Peter slammed the laptop shut and smiled at Dick nervously,”what you working on?”, Dick asked.
“I- Well-”, Peter thought of an excuse but then Dick said.
“Well?”, giving Peter no time to think of an excuse.
“School”, he said dumbly, HE WASN’T EVEN IN SCHOOL! He mentally slapped a hand to his forehead in disbelief at that.
“School? Really? I see you in the library even during school times?”, Dick’s eyes narrowed slightly but he kept that same smile plastered on his face.
“Uh- I just started- like- I haven’t even gone yet and I’m gonna start next week and- they just told me this stuff to study for so I’m not behind-”, Peter was making up absolute bullshit on the spot.
“So you took my advice and applied for a really good school?”, Dick grinned brightly.
Peter smiled hesitantly,”Y-yeah, sure”.
“Did you join Gotham academy?”, he grinned but it felt like he was prodding at Peter for him to mess up.
“Yup, I did”
“Really? Why don’t you talk to Damian or Tim when you get there? I’ll tell my brothers to help you on your first day, that school is huge ”, he leaned on a bookshelf.
“Ah- There’s no need!”, Peter quickly said.
“Mhm…Well anyways, I gotta talk to Barbs, talk to you soon, Peter”, he grinned walking away leaving Peter feeling very worried.
He packed up his laptop and decided to head home. Leaving the library, as soon as he exited he felt like someone was watching him, he looked around nervously gripping his backpack hard, his shoes annoyingly were the fucking LOUDEST and squeakiest shoes(seriously, what did he expect from batman kiddie shoes?).
He walked through Gotham nervously before feeling his spidey sense shoot up but he wasn’t sure from where it was coming from thinking it was the same person watching him which was wrong as he learned quickly. He was getting robbed . Seriously could his Parker luck just not get worse for once?
His hood got grabbed(seriously this was the third time it was his hood that got grabbed maybe he should invest in a sweater instead) and his small frame was thrown into a grimy alley wall, Peter put his hands out to fight glaring hard at the man wearing some cheap dollar store mask paired with a hoodie.
“Gimme all your shit”, he snarled, training a gun at Peter.
Peter was generally wiped out . This whole week had been so…crazy. He travelled dimensions and landed in FUCK knows where, he had no money, spent a good three days starving and freezing his asscheeks off, he got chased out of his web bed by three crazy vigilantes, he was getting stalked right at the moment and now THIS SHIT.
“Man, can we just not..? I just wanna go home…”, Peter whined. Home? Did he even have a home?
“Nope, gimme all your shit right now, twerp”, the man stuffed the gun against his chest and Peter wanted to seriously curl up into a little ball and just… cry. Like he needed a good 5 minutes to have a breakdown but apparently he can’t even have that! Add onto that he was in his 13 year old self’s body and tiny as hell! Like why did he have to say twerp as well! Could’ve robbed him without saying anything!
He was exhausted, tired, sad and wanted desperately to have a shower cause he felt like shit but he didn’t have a shower and he would have to wait till morning to sneak into a gym to have one.
He sighed and then pushed the gun out of his chest quickly while quickly swung his short leg back and landed his foot right where the sun don’t shine as hard as possible. The man let out a cut off grunt of pain before collapsing onto the floor on his knees holding his crotch.
He ain’t gonna be having no kids anytime soon, that’s for sure.
He was about to walk away but as soon as he turned away, he heard a light thump, similar to that Damian guy’s landing but just slightly heavier but graceful. Peter turned his head and faced…Ooooh fuckballs.
It was Nightwing…
Y’know, the same guy of which he punched his co-worker and bit another, and had a whole chase scene with his kiddie batman shoes. Nightwing was kneeling on the floor placing a pair of hand-cuffs on the guy who he had just kicked in the crotch.
Nightwing looked up at him, his domino lens covering up his eyes which didn’t really give him much work to figure out what he was thinking. Peter’s tongue licked over his teeth, flicking off the sharp point of his canines.
“You bit Red Robin.”, Nightwing said bluntly.
“I…did…What about it?”, Peter raised an eyebrow.
“What about it? What about it! My br- My co-worker is stuck in a cot, getting slowly poisoned so do us both a favor and hand me your venom”, He said coldly stepping closer with each word till he was right up infront of Peter’s face.
“What…are you talking about? I’m not venomous , the fuck are you on?”, Peter asked, confused, rubbing the fabric of his hoodie inbetween his fingers as his hairs raised, feeling his heart rate raising.
Nightwing’s white lenses narrowed before calming down, his shoulder’s slumping as he sighed, rubbing his face before adding a small and tired, “...language”. Damn now Peter felt real bad, this guy looked exhausted.
…
Fuck, why did he have to mess everything up? Peter was just a kid, a freakishly small one with meta power but a kid nonetheless and he sounded genuine, he got scared(possibly traumatized) by three different vigilantes chasing him and lashed out hurting Tim and Jason. He needed to calm down.
He was scaring him, he relaxed his body and unclenched his fists stepping away.
“Fuck I’m a dumbass…”, he said softly under his breath before looking at Peter, “Peter, you have fangs, you’re venomous, please give me some of your venom, I need to help my co-worker” ,my brother was left unsaid due to privacy reasons.
…
Peter looked to a rain puddle on the floor opening his mouth examining his teeth flicking his tongue over his teeth feeling the sharp canines, he didn’t have sharp but instead fucking fangs, what the fuck.
First, the biological webbing and now fangs and now VENOM and that didn’t explain the weird urges to hide in a dusty and dark corner sometimes! Wow, the universe was quite literally fucking him over in a new position every. Damn. day. Peter felt like ripping his hair out and just seriously going absolutely fucking feral with this new BS.
He looked up at nightwing and even beneath the domino mask, he looked desperate for the venom.
“I…don’t know how to give my venom…I didn’t even know I was venomous…I can’t really shoot it out…”, Peter said awkwardly.
Nightwing grimaced before saying,”well…I’d say we could do gland massage but that’s…too slow or we could do…electro stimulation and it’ll cause your muscles to tense up and force the venom out..”
Peter raised an eyebrow and said deadpan,”...you want to electrocute me? With your ecrisma sticks?”
Nightwing rubbed the back of his neck before handing one of his ecrisma sticks to him, “You can do it yourself, switch it on the lowest setting and you’ll be fine, just a tiny shock..”
Peter sighed holding the ecrisma stick to his stomach with the tube against his fangs before clicking on the button and it sent a teeny tiny shock like when you touch someone and they accidentally shock you. After a second, he looked at the tube and quite a bit of venom was in it and he looked up at Nightwing who grinned, “Thanks…oh and before I leave I should say…Batman doesn’t really like metas in Gotham so try to…avoid him”.
Peter nodded, handing his ecrisma stick and tube to him, his spidey sense had calmed down, more like a whispering tendril in his mind hissing softly.
“Yeah..thanks and um..Sorry for biting your co-worker..?”, Peter said awkwardly.
“No problem and it was our fault anyways, we scared you in the middle of the night”
“Yeah, you scared the shit out of me”, Peter grumbled.
“Hey! language! Anyways I gotta bounce”, Nightwing grinned and then shot his grappling hook shooting up in the air.
Peter watched as he disappeared saying a simple ‘huh’. H̶e̶ w̶a̶s̶ a̶l̶o̶n̶e̶ a̶g̶a̶i̶n̶.