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Peter was not okay. 

Peter wouldn't ever admit this but when being thrown into a new universe, and a shitty universe at that, would make him change his mind slightly. 

Peter told Doctor Strange to make everyone forget that he was Peter Parker. He did that. It wasn't his fault for what happened next though. 

"I'm sorry kid, but you can't stay in this universe anymore." Strange said then Peter was in immense pain and his vision filled up with green. 

Peter breathed out, shaking away the memories. So far he hasn't done much, just struggling to get out of the green soup he woke up in. He found the surface after what felt like hours and he feels like he drowned multiple times over. Peter is questioning if he really did drown but was brought back to life somehow. 

Now he was just resting and crying because that was extremely painful and he's pretty sure Strange just sent him to a new universe. 

He's never going to see MJ or Ned ever again.  

"Karen, are you still here?" Peter asked, his voice weak from crying and struggling to breathe so much. Peter shivered as the nanobots moved along his skin and formed around his ear. 

"I'm here Peter." Karen's voice was like hearing an angel and Peter couldn't be more relieved. 

"Is my suit okay?" Peter asked, trying to get his bearings together. 

"Your suit has not been damaged at all." Karen said and Peter sighed in relief. Peter looked down at his clothes and frowned as he saw his flannel and pants looking burned and torn up. 

"Where am I?" Peter asked, looking around the dark cave. 

"I'm unsure." Karen said and Peter sighed. 

"Okay, let's find out." Peter said and shakily stood up. Peter found his way out of the small cave and found himself in the middle of a forest. 

"Do you think you could connect to this universe's satellites?" Peter asked as they were out in the open now. 

"Connecting now." Karen said and Peter started walking towards the sounds of a city in the distance. Peter heard gunshots in the city and frowned. 

Of course this city is going to have crime. 

Peter kept walking in silence as Karen connected to this universe's satellites. It was dark and Peter could tell it was night. Even though he was a ways away from the city he couldn't see the stars clearly. Peter scrunched up his nose in disgust as he smelt smoke and gunfire in the distance. 

Great, another version of New York. 

Peter stopped in his step not really sure he wanted to see this new universe's New York. Curiosity got the better of him though and he kept walking. As he kept walking he heard the sounds of the city more clearly. 

Gunshots, screams, cars honking their horns, fighting. 

Peter could smell the smoke more clearly now and groaned in disgust. Peter covered just his nose and mouth with his mask, this city a lot more polluted than New York. 

"I've connected to the internet. The city you seem to be approaching is named Gotham and has the reputation of being the crime capital of the world." Karen informed him. 

"Well, should we really be heading towards it then?" Peter asked, stopping in his step. 

"Gotham seems to be protected by Batman and a series of other small vigilantes. The surrounding cities seem to hold more danger because of alien threats." Karen said and Peter frowned. 

"Alien threats?" Peter questioned. 

"A hero named Superman lives in Metropolis. He's an alien and fights bigger threats than in Gotham." Karen said and Peter sighed. 

"Okay, any other city nearby?" Peter asked. 

"Not within walking distance." Karen said and Peter sighed again. 

"Alright, Gotham it is. Any relevant information?" Peter asked as he started walking towards the city again. 

"The Martha Wayne Foundation is a place where you can probably grab a meal and some shelter for the night." Karen suggested. 

"I don't want to be here Karen." Peter complained as he entered the city. 

"In Gotham?" Karen questioned. 

"In this universe. I don't have a wallet. I don't have an identity. I'm no one here." Peter complained sadly. 

"I'm sorry Peter. How do you want me to help?" Karen asked, sounding almost sad. 

"Just give me directions." Peter said glumly and Karen did so. 

Peter passed by an alleyway and heard a woman screaming for help. Peter's instincts kicked in and he found himself running towards the danger. Peter forced himself to stop as he reminded himself there were other vigilantes. 

He didn't need to help. 

"Help!" The woman screamed and Peter couldn't fight his instincts anymore and found a dark spot to change into his Spider-Man suit. Peter jumped into action swinging towards the woman's cries in anger. 

"Hey! Leave her alone!" Peter said, webbing up the guy who was towering over the lady. 

"Thank you." The woman thanked him swiftly then ran. 

"You're welcome!" Peter yelled after her then looked towards the guy he webbed up. 

"I'm too tired for this. Can you call it in Karen?" Peter asked desperately. 

"Calling it in now." Karen informed him. Peter nodded and swung up to the rooftop then heard another crime just a couple rooftops away. 

"Karen, where are those vigilantes?" Peter asked in annoyance, them clearly not doing their jobs. 

"They all seem to be preoccupied." Karen said and Peter groaned in annoyance, green at the edges of his vision. 

"We're going to be busy tonight." Peter said and started patrolling, fighting any crime he ran into. 

"You're low on web fluid." Karen told him after a couple hours of fighting crime. 

"What?" Peter asked in confusion. 

"You're low on web fluid." Karen repeated. 

"How?" Peter asked in confusion. 

He should have had enough web fluid to last him the night. 

"You didn't refuel before the battle in your universe and you used a lot in the last two hours." Karen informed him. 

"Great, this is just fantastic." Peter said sarcastically. 

Peter didn't think he would run out of webs so quickly but he didn't think a city could have so much crime before either.  

Peter wrapped up his latest criminal and huffed as Karen informed him that he was out of web fluid. 

He had to make more. But where? Does this universe even have the chemicals he needs to make his webs? 

"Where is a lab that has the materials I need to make my webs?" Peter asked Karen. 

"The only lab that seems to have all the ingredients for your formula is Wayne Labs." Karen informed him. 

"Do they have security?" Peter asked, feeling a bit of guilt for what he's about to do. 

"Yes but I should be able to disable it." Karen said and Peter smiled. 

"Thanks Karen. Do you have a map of the city or should I go searching?" Peter asked, casually walking up a building. 

"I've acquired a map, the Wayne building isn't far from here and should be rather obvious if you head North West." Karen said, showing a picture of the building in Peter's HUD. 

"Thanks Karen. Let's see how well we can travel without our webs." Peter said, jumping off the roof and landing on the next one. Peter was surprised to find his suit legs helping him soften the fall. 

"Karen, how strong are my suit legs?" Peter asked curiously. 

"They are able to match your strength." Karen said and Peter smiled. 

"Let's try this then." Peter said, placing his extra legs on the roof and bending them. 

"Peter, do you intend to jump?" Karen asked with a bit of worry in her voice. 

"You bet I am." Peter said then used his legs and suit legs to jump to the next building. Peter laughed as he jumped way farther than expected and landed three roofs away. 

Guess this night isn't totally terrible. 

"Yes!" Peter celebrated and did it again excitedly making his way across rooftops to get to Wayne Labs in a timely manner. 

"What floor has the chemicals I need?" Peter asked as he found the building and latched onto the side of it. 

"Many floors but the one you should aim for is floor 34. The chemicals are on the South East end, second window from the right." Karen informed him. 

"Great, and you'll take care of the security?" Peter asked as he made his way to his goal. 

"I will tell you when it's safe to go in." Karen said and Peter made it to the window and looked in. The room was dark and looked generally unused. 

"You're good to go." Karen informed him and Peter snuck in through the window. Peter quickly grabbed a few beakers and the chemicals he needed and got to work. It took a total of ten minutes then he was out with his web shooters filled up. 

"Do you think I should take some of this with me?" Peter asked curiously. 

"I wouldn't advise swinging while holding dangerous chemicals." Karen said and Peter nodded. 

"You're right." Peter sighed and put everything back the way it was then slipped out the window. 

"Let's get back to work." Peter said and continued fighting crime deep into the night. 

Peter's spider sense went off like someone was watching him. 

"Who's following me?" Peter asked, looking for the culprit. 

"It may be one of the vigilantes of Gotham." Karen guessed and Peter frowned. 

"Vigilantes who won't do their jobs. I don't want any confrontation tonight. Let's see if we can lose them." Peter said, swinging into the alleyways of Gotham. It wasn't long until he lost his tail and he was able to focus on fighting crime again. 

"The sun is rising, and the crime rates seem to have dipped." Karen informed him. 

"Good, let's find somewhere to rest." Peter said and surveyed the area around him. Peter eventually found an abandoned apartment building. It was in bad shape and the roof was near nonexistent but beggars can't be choosers. Peter found a bedroom that still seemed to be mostly intact and flopped down on the bed. 

"I'm just going to take a small nap." Peter informed Karen as he retracted his suit, it going into a compartment on his belt. 

"Would you like me to stay in your ear?" Karen asked and Peter thought about that. 

"Sure." Peter said and closed his eyes, falling asleep quite quickly. 

Peter was back in the green goop. He couldn't find the surface, he was drowning, unable to figure out which way was up. Not able to breathe but not able to die. 

Peter gasped awake and took a deep breath to calm down from his nightmare. 

"Karen what time is it?" Peter asked, his stomach grumbling. 

"It's nine a.m." Karen informed him. 

"Karen, how long have I been in this universe?" Peter asked, feeling parched as well. 

"Approximately nine hours." Karen informed him. 

"I should probably look for food, or at least a place to get water." Peter said, staring up at his broken ceiling. 

"I suggest going to the Martha Wayne Foundation. It's similar to F.E.A.S.T. I think you could acquire a meal there." Karen suggested once again. 

"Okay." Peter said then paused when he got to the door. 

"Karen, can you look like a hearing aid or something so people don't question me?" Peter asked, feeling nervous and vulnerable. Peter felt the nanotechnology move across his skin and change shape around his ear. 

"Better?" Karen asked and Peter sighed in relief, trusting that she changed into something inconspicuous. 

"Yeah, I would rather not be questioned for having advanced technology." Peter said as he made his way out of the building and onto the street. 

"I understand Peter. I'll guide you there." Karen said and Peter nodded, walking to the Martha Wayne Foundation. 

Peter knew he was vulnerable and he knew he didn't want to get into a fight as a civilian. He didn't have a wallet or money so he wasn't really worried about being mugged but he'd rather avoid anyone finding out his secret identity. He doesn't want to ever let his identity get out again. 

"Does a Peter Parker exist here?" Peter asked Karen quietly. 

"No, you're the only Peter Parker in this universe." Karen informed him and Peter felt oddly comforted. 

He didn't want to run into another Peter. 

"What about a Spider-Man?" Peter asked next. 

"There seems to be an obscure villain named Black Spider but other than that there doesn't seem to be a Spider-Man in this universe." Karen said and Peter nodded. 

"That's good. No one knows me in this universe either. I don't exist." Peter said, frowning at a dark alleyway he passed by. 

It was a normal alleyway but Peter swore he was being watched so he walked a bit faster. 

"Care to tell me more about those vigilantes that are supposed to be protecting this city?" Peter asked, still a bit pissed at them. 

"They are called the bats by the public and there are seven of them." Karen said and Peter felt his paranoia pick up as he swore he heard footsteps on the rooftops above him. 

"Are they good? Bad? Do they have bat powers?" Peter asked, nearly running now. 

"They seem to be good and have a no killing rule. From my research they have no powers except the daytime vigilante, Signal." Karen informed him. 

"Great, how close is the Martha Wayne Foundation?" Peter asked, trying to slow his pace so the person who was following him couldn't figure out he had powers. 

"Take a left at the stop sign and your destination will be on your right." Karen said and Peter took a deep breath to calm himself as he did his best to ignore the person who was following him from the rooftops. He turned the corner then halted in his step as the person landed right in front of him. The person was wearing a black clad suit with a big blue bird symbol on his chest. 

"Hey there! Where you headed?" The man asked and Peter didn't respond. 

"This is Nightwing, secret identity Dick/Richard Grayson. Threat level high." Karen reported. 

"There." Peter answered hesitantly, pointing at the Martha Wayne Foundation. Dick looked up at the building then looked at him. 

"Okay, just making sure because you looked dead on your feet. Who were you talking to?" Dick asked and Peter rolled his eyes, already feeling annoyed with this supposed vigilante. 

"None of your concern." Peter said entering the building. Dick followed. Dick was analyzing him and Peter chose to ignore him and get some help from a volunteer. 

"Can I get some water and food please?" Peter asked politely and he received the items without a fuss. 

"Who are you kid?" Dick asked him and Peter huffed. 

"I'm seventeen. I'm not a child." Peter said then started eating the food he was given and drinking the water. 

"You get kicked out for being crazy?" Dick asked and Peter scowled at him. 

This jerk! No wonder his name is Dick. 

"I did not get kicked out because I was crazy. I got kicked out because a wizard was pissed at me." Peter said and Dick stared at him. 

"I'm not crazy." Peter said knowing just saying that did sound a bit crazy. 

He didn't actually mean to say that. He was just pissed and wanted Dick to leave him alone. 

"Right, have any parents or a guardian?" Dick asked and Peter shook his head. 

"I'm good on my own." Peter said and Dick frowned at him. 

"Do you plan on being a criminal?" Dick asked and Peter sighed. 

Is this how Dick interrogated all the criminals of Gotham? No wonder Gotham is falling apart. 

"No, also why would I tell you if I was?" Peter asked angrily. 

"I don't know. Do you have a place to stay?" Dick asked and Peter was getting sick of answering his questions. 

"Somewhat. It doesn't have a full roof but it's livable." Peter said honestly. 

"Right." Dick said, staring at him again. 

Why is Dick questioning him in the first place? 

"Why are you so interested in me in the first place? I haven't done anything illegal." Peter asked aggressively. 

"Well, you were talking to yourself and you sort of spooked me when you spotted me in that alley." Dick said and Peter considered that information. 

"I didn't know you were there." Peter said nonchalantly. 

"You looked directly at me then ran. What else was I supposed to think?" Dick asked and Peter shrugged. 

"Can I go back to my apartment now?" Peter asked as he finished eating. 

"Let me escort you." Dick said and Peter sighed. 

Why is this vigilante being so nosey? 

"Okay." Peter said and led the way. 

"So where did you come from?" Dick asked and Peter didn't know how to answer. 

Does New York exist in this universe? He didn't actually check. Geeze he should have asked Karen more about this universe. 

Karen seemed to pick up on his hesitance and reassured him that Queens, New York does exist in this universe. 

"New York." Peter answered, deciding it was safe to give away that information since he technically doesn't exist here. 

"What part?" Dick asked. 

"Queens." Peter said proudly. 

He misses home so much. 

"What are you doing in Gotham?" Dick asked and Peter didn't know how to answer that. 

"I was kicked out." Peter said not sure how to describe how Strange just sent him to another universe with little to no warning. 

"Of New York or your house?" Dick asked in confusion. 

"Both, it wasn't really my choice." Peter said uncomfortably. 

"Are you sure you're not a criminal?" Dick asked and Peter sighed in annoyance. 

"I'm not a criminal." Peter lied a bit. 

He did steal from Wayne Labs and that is a crime.  

"Did you dye that white streak in your hair?" Dick asked and Peter froze. 

White streak? What did Strange do to him?! 

"Y-yeah. I did." Peter lied, forcing himself to keep moving. 

"Have you seen your reflection lately?" Dick asked and Peter shuddered. 

He knew he looked terrible but what if Strange changed him some other way?  

"No, it doesn't matter." Peter said that same annoyance he felt since he came to this universe rising up again. 

He swears he can see green at the edge of his vision. 

"Hey, it's okay. Just calm down. Do you remember how you got here?" Dick asked and Peter shook his head. 

Strange sent him to another universe and it hurt. It hurt badly and he woke up in a green pool of gunk, his suit thankfully intact. Everything else he owned was gone though. He trudged out of the cave and found the nearest city then helped as Spider-Man. He didn't even think to look at his reflection. 

"Hey, calm down. Just breathe with me." Dick's voice broke through his thoughts and he took a deep breath, letting Dick calm him down. 

"Why don't you come with me? Maybe I can help you?" Dick asked nervously. 

"Not happening, Dick." Peter snapped and rushed away from Dick. 

"Rude." Dick said following him. 

Peter just wanted to get somewhere safe. Familiar. His broken apartment building will have to do. 

"Not my fault you're a dick." Peter said, trying to get Dick to leave him alone. 

"The name is Nightwing." Dick said, trying to catch up to him. 

"Sure, Dick." Peter said and entered his abandoned apartment building and went to his room swiftly. 

"Don't call me that! It's Nightwing!" Dick yelled and Peter opened his door and walked in hoping Dick would just leave already. Dick followed him in and Peter groaned in annoyance. Peter took a deep breath to calm his racing mind. 

He's just a stupid vigilante. He won't figure out who you are. Calm down. 

Peter took deep breaths then turned to Dick who was looking at him expectantly. 

"Welcome to my humble abode, Dick." Peter sighed showing off his room. 

"Don't call me that." Nightwing glared angrily. 

Peter wasn't very impressed with Dick's mean face. He looked like an angry puppy. 

"Make me." Peter chuckled, deciding Dick wasn't all that dangerous. Dick grumbled in anger and annoyance. 

"You can leave now, Dick." Peter said as he got to his bedroom. 

"Not my name and is this seriously where you live?" Dick asked and Peter shifted uncomfortably. 

"Yeah, so what? It has most of a roof." Peter said, defending the little place he found. Dick face palmed and Peter frowned. 

He knew it wasn't much but it was all he had. 

"Kid... just come to my place, please." Dick pleaded and Peter scowled. 

"No." Peter refused immediately. 

"Do you even know what happened to you?" Dick asked and Peter frowned. 

"What happened to me?" Peter questioned, still a bit on edge. 

What is Dick on about? The white streak in his hair? The green pit? 

"Kid, you haven't attacked me yet." Dick said and Peter frowned. 

"Why would I attack you?" Peter asked in confusion. 

"Because... because you've been through the pits." Dick said and Peter freaked out slightly. 

"How do you know about that?" Peter asked, getting in a defensive position. 

Does Dick want to fight? 

"The white streak, your green eyes and awful temper. Signs of the pits." Dick said and Peter stared at him. 

"You're saying the green pit I woke up in made my eyes green and is the reason I'm so angry?" Peter asked, really unsure of what happened to him now. 

"Do you remember your name, kid?" Dick asked and Peter backed up a step. 

"Yeah, I know my name." Peter said, unsure why Dick was asking this. 

"What is it?" Dick asked and Peter scowled. 

"Why would I tell you?" Peter asked, getting nervous. 

"It's okay, you don't have to tell me. Do you remember anything before you woke up in the green pit?" Dick asked and Peter frowned at him. 

"Why?" Peter asked, not trusting Dick at all. 

"Hey, it's okay. Everything is going to be okay." Dick comforted him and Peter still felt uncomfortable. 

"Why did you follow me here? Why are you asking me this?" Peter asked worriedly. 

"Kid... I don't want to hurt you. I just need to know who sent you here." Dick said and Peter took another step back. 

"Who sent me? What do you mean?" Peter asked in confusion. 

"If you're running, I can help you." Dick said and Peter growled. 

"What are you talking about?!" Peter yelled at him in confusion. 

"Hey, it's going to be okay. You're safe now." Dick comforted him and Peter still had no idea what he was talking about but decided to give him some silence so he could explain himself. 

"Why don't you come with me? I have a nice apartment with food and a real bed. You don't have to stay here." Dick offered and Peter stayed silent. 

"Nightwing might give you a better place to sleep and it's not like you need to stay with him." Karen said her opinion on the matter and Peter nodded. 

"Okay, I'll go to your place but only for one night." Peter agreed reluctantly. 

He has no idea why Dick was offering but decided he probably shouldn't turn the vigilante down. Maybe he'll learn more on why Dick is so worried about him. 

"Perfect! Let's go!" Dick said, leading the way out and Peter followed him wearily. 

This whole thing was confusing and Peter had no idea how to approach this situation. Dick was acting like he knew something about the green pit he woke up in. Dick was a vigilante. Maybe he knew more about the spell Strange put on him. Peter doesn't know how Dick would have that information but was intrigued all the same. Was Dick a wizard of some kind? 

Dick led him to an apartment that had an actual roof and supplies. 

"Are you hungry?" Dick asked as they arrived. 

"Yeah." Peter said and Dick nodded, getting out the bread. Dick made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and Peter was just glad to eat something. 

"I'm tired." Peter yawned in exhaustion after eating his sandwich. 

He would rather not get interrogated anymore today. 

"Did you get any sleep?" Dick asked and Peter shook his head. 

"I have a guest room. You can sleep there." Dick informed him, showing him the bedroom. Peter immediately flopped on the bed and he meant to ask Karen if she knew more about the pits but he fell asleep pretty quickly; his exhaustion taking over him. 

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Dick was worried and exasperated. The kid who looks like he's been through the pits keeps calling him by his name without actually knowing it's his name. The only information he got out of the kid is he's from Queens and homeless. 

Dick had no idea what the kid was talking about when he said a wizard kicked him out but it was concerning. It was almost as concerning as the kid talking to himself. Dick knew people would go a little mad after a dip in the pits but he's never heard of it having this effect on anyone before. 

The kid wasn't particularly violent, sure a bit pissed but he wasn't trying to kill anyone. The kid claimed of doing nothing illegal but that could be a total lie. The kid did have good observation skills though. 

The kid noticed him in the alleyway and kept glancing up at the rooftops when Dick followed him. 

Those were all signs that he was a criminal of some kind but he didn't seem like a criminal. The kid was sleeping in a destroyed apartment building and seemingly had no memory of what happened to him. 

Dick knew he had to take him home but didn't want to bring him to the manor yet. He has no idea how dangerous this kid is. He can't leave this pit kid on the streets. The kid looked so peaceful in his sleep.  

Dick took this opportunity to really observe the kid. His brown hair was short and curly. He was wearing ratty jeans and a blue flannel that looks like it's been burned. His shoes were the only thing intact besides his hearing aid, belt, and t-shirt. 

The kid said he was kicked out. Was he kicked out of the League of Assassins? The kid said he was seventeen but he only looked like he was fifteen. How did he get here? Who kicked him out? 

Dick already figured out the kid had some type of amnesia because the kid looked so confused when he told him about the pits. Maybe he should ask for Jason's help? He has more experience and knowledge about the pits. 

Who's to say Jason would help though? Bruce could probably help but he doesn't want B interrogating the kid. Does the kid know he even died? 

Tim probably could figure out who the kid was or Barbara. The kid looked exhausted though. Dick knew he should probably get a DNA sample and test it but he didn't want to leave the kid unsupervised. 

Dick sat there conflicted on what to do until he got a text from Barbara. 

Barbara: So, who's the kid? 

Dick: I wish I knew. 

Barbara: you don't even know his name?!!! 

Dick: I asked but he wouldn't say. have anything on face recognition? 

Barbara: not yet. Want to tell B? 

Dick: not yet. I want to earn his trust first. Don't want to scare him off

Barbara: K, just know you don't have to deal with this alone. I suggest at least telling Jason. 

Dick: will do. 

Dick sighed and messaged Jason. 

Dick: found a pit kid want to see him? 

Jason: omw 

Dick chuckled as he imagined Jason racing over to meet this kid. The kid was still asleep but he twitched in his sleep like he was dreaming. 

"Ahhhh!" The kid yelled out and Dick was immediately at his side. 

"Hey, it's okay! It was just a dream! You're okay! It was just a dream!" Dick yelled, hoping to calm the kid. The kid covered his eyes with his hand and tried to calm his breathing. 

"That's it, just breathe. You're safe here. You're safe." Dick tried comforting him and the kid slowly calmed down. The kid wiped away a few stray tears and sat up. 

"Are you okay? Do you need water?" Dick asked and the kid looked at him in surprise like he didn't notice him before. The kid nodded and Dick quickly got him some water. 

"Can I ask your name?" Dick asked gently after the kid calmed down. 

"Peter." Peter said and Dick smiled. 

"Nice to meet you Peter." Dick said and Peter smiled back. 

"Thanks, dick." Peter said and Dick groaned in annoyance. 

"It's Nightwing! Stop calling me that!" Dick said in annoyance not even sure why Peter continued to call him by his name when Peter shouldn't even know his name. 

Dick is sort of understanding though because his name is used as a common insult and Peter definitely intended to use his name as an insult. 

"Never gonna happen." Peter smirked and Dick sighed in exasperation. 

"Hey." Jason greeted and Dick yelped in surprise. Peter just stared at Jason for a few seconds before tensing up. 

"You're a crime lord. Why are you here?" Peter asked nervously. 

"I'm a friend of Nightwing's." Jason answered and Peter squinted his eyes at Jason then glared at Dick. 

"Dick, why are you friends with a crime lord?" Peter asked angrily. 

"Stop calling me that and because he's been through the pits as well." Dick said and Jason raised an eyebrow at Dick. 

"The green pits?" Peter asked cautiously. Dick nodded. 

"Red Hood meet Peter, Peter this is Red Hood. Please don't kill each other." Dick said, looking between them nervously. Peter and Jason stared at each other for a long while each analysing the other. 

"You're not gonna kill me right?" Peter asked wearily. 

"As long as you don't attack me." Jason said and Peter nodded, gulping in fear. 

"Do you know who the League of Assassins are?" Jason asked Peter directly. 

"Maybe." Peter said, going silent for a moment before answering. 

"Do you have amnesia?" Jason asked and Peter huffed. 

"No? Why would I?" Peter asked skeptically. 

"No reason." Jason said then lashed out at Peter. Peter immediately dodged and took a step back from him getting out of the danger zone. Dick watched as Jason attacked Peter and Peter continued to dodge him barely fighting back. 

"You've been trained." Jason states after a few minutes of fighting. 

Peter didn't get hit once. 

"Learned from experience." Peter corrects. 

"Experience? Who were you fighting, kid?" Dick asked in worry. 

"No one you know." Peter relaxed slightly, sighing in sadness. 

"Are you a vigilante?" Jason asked. 

"No, why would I be?" Peter asked nervously. 

"You said you got kicked out. Who kicked you out?" Dick asked in worry. 

"No one you would know." Peter said, getting frustrated. 

"Try me." Jason said and Peter sighed then went silent. 

"Ra's Al Ghul." Peter answered after a long silence. 

"Why haven't you tried to kill either of us?" Jason asked immediately. 

"I got kicked out. I don't see the point in making trouble in this place." Peter said, looking between them skeptically. 

"You should be dead." Jason said and Peter flinched, going silent again. 

"Lately it's been feeling like I am." Peter said in self deprecation after a while. 

"You died and he brought you back and then just let you go?" Jason asked in suspicion. 

"Maybe." Peter said nervously. 

"You're running from him then." Jason said and Peter didn't respond immediately but then nodded slightly. 

Why is it taking Peter so long to respond? Did he hit his head? Is he having a hard time processing their words? 

"You know I could train you." Jason said and Dick scowled. 

"He barely remembers who he is and you want to train him?" Dick asked in disapproval. 

"He's running from Ra's and you don't want to train him?" Jason asked back. 

"Of course I want to train him but he needs time to recover. He's clearly been through a lot." Dick argued. 

"The kid said he didn't have amnesia." Jason argued back. 

"The kid has no idea what happened to him. He freaked out when I mentioned the pits and was surprised by the white streak in his hair." Dick stated plainly. 

"Yeah, but he said he's from the League and we should probably train him to be good before he starts murdering people." Jason pointed out. 

"I agree, I just think we should give him some more time to recover. Peter, what do you think?" Dick looked where he last saw Peter and looked around panicked as Peter wasn't there. 

"Where did he go?" Dick asked and Jason looked around panicked as well. 

They can not have lost the pit kid already! 

"Peter! Kid! Where are you?!" Dick shouted in alarm looking for him. 

"Are you two done fighting?" Peter asked, spooking Dick out of his skin. Peter now stood beside him with a package of gummy bears. Dick exchanged looks with Jason then nodded. 

"Yes, and we wanted to ask if you would like to train with us." Dick asked and Peter went silent. Dick and Jason patiently waited for Peter's reply. 

"Uh, sure." Peter answered and Dick smiled. 

"Great! You can train with me today." Jason said and Dick frowned. 

"Why do you get to train with him today?" Dick asked angrily. 

Dick found the kid! He should get custody! 

"Because he looks like me." Jason said and Dick scoffed. 

"I'm older and I found him. He's staying with me." Dick argued. 

"How about we share him? You can have him on Tuesday's and Thursday's." Jason proposed. 

"Two days? I want him over the weekend as well." Dick argued. 

"No, he's staying with me." Jason argued. 

"You can't just claim him! I found him!" Dick argued back. 

"Do I get a say in this?" Peter asked. 

"No!" Both Jason and Dick shouted at him. 

"How about you can have him Saturday's but I watch over him Sunday's. That way you can have him today and I can watch over him tomorrow." Dick offered. 

"Fine." Jason reluctantly agreed. 

"Why are you guys watching over me in the first place?" Peter questioned them. 

"Because you've been through the pits and need guidance." Dick said and Peter tilted his head at him going silent. 

"Okay." Peter said after a bit. 

"Okay! Come on kid! Let's go!" Jason said and Peter shrugged then followed Jason out the door. 

"I feel like I just made a big mistake." Dick said, staring at the door Peter exited. 

Why did he just let the pit kid go with Jason? What's Jason going to teach him? 

Dick felt anxious. 

He just let the pit kid be taken by the most cryptic of his brothers. There's no way this goes wrong, right?

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Peter is so thankful for Karen in his ear. 

Peter was very hesitant on saying he came from this League of Assassins but he definitely didn't want to out himself as Spider-Man. Plus he gets free training. Peter was sort of hoping Dick would win the argument because Dick is a trusted vigilante but learning from a crime lord is cool as well.

Peter is eighty percent sure the crime lord won't shoot him once they are alone. This is not what he expected to happen when entering a new universe. Jason said he died or should be dead but Peter is not sure he should trust Jason's word. Peter did notice that Jason had the same white streak in his hair as him so he must be experienced in either dying or multidimensional travel. Peter isn't sure about the whole dying thing. 

Sure it felt like he was dying when he was sent to this universe but did he actually die? Peter's not sure but Jason's been through the same thing and clearly knows more about the subject. So Peter was going to learn everything he could from Jason. Even though Jason is a crime lord. Peter's conflicted on the whole crime lord thing as well. From what Karen told him he's not a totally bad guy. So maybe he can trust Jason? At least for now. He can probably just leave if Jason tries to make him kill people. 

Peter thought about asking Jason if he was from a different universe but decided he should probably ask if he died first. 

"So, did you die?" Peter asked as they arrived at Jason's apartment. 

"Yes, I died and was brought back like you." Jason answered and Peter nodded. 

"It is said the Lazarus Pits have the ability to heal any injury or bring back the dead." Karen informed him. 

"Wait, I actually died? Like really died?" Peter asked in surprise. Jason stared at him. 

"You didn't know!?" Jason yelled at him in confusion. 

"It was a strange process." Peter said glaring at him. 

"Okay, take a step back. You don't remember dying?" Jason asked and Peter went silent. 

Does he remember dying? The spell Strange did on him did hurt a lot but he doesn't remember dying. Unless the pain he went through counted as dying? And maybe drowning a bunch of times? 

"Sort of?" Peter said in confusion. 

"Do you even know what the pits do to your psyche?" Jason asked him. 

Peter knew this one! Karen told him earlier! 

"It makes you go insane for a bit and angry." Peter answered happily. 

"Do you remember anything that happened before you died?" Jason asked and Peter hesitated. 

Yes, he remembers clearly what happened before he died. Should he tell Jason though? It would be easier to just lie and say he doesn't remember. 

"Not really." Peter answered quietly. 

"Let's figure out how much you remember." Jason said getting into a fighting stance. 

Jason wants to fight him again? He wasn't mentally prepared to fight right now. That's what he gets for following a crime lord to his apartment. 

Peter sighed and copied the stance. 

How should he play this? 

Peter dodged Red Hood as he started attacking him. 

He doesn't want to come off as weak but he doesn't want to seem too strong either. 

Peter starts off with some light punches. Red Hood dodges most of them. Peter nods as he comes to the decision to go easy on Red Hood and let him win after a few minutes. Red Hood is an amazing fighter and Peter matches him blow for blow. Peter lets himself slip up though and lets Red Hood get the upper hand. 

Peter has learned from experience but he also taught himself the best way to immobilize an enemy quickly through Youtube videos and practice. Peter has learned to listen to his spider sense and dodge any threat. Peter is used to using his webs sure but he is just as effective when his webs run out. 

Red Hood pins him and to be honest Peter barely feels it. He's been knocked through buildings before. He's had a warehouse dropped on him before and an actual moon. Screw you Thanos. 

Peter taps out and Red Hood lets him up. 

"You stopped fighting me." Red Hood said and Peter tensed. 

"Uh, yeah. That usually happens when you tap out." Peter said, chuckling nervously. 

"No, you let me win." Jason accused. 

"And why would I do that?" Peter asked defensively. 

"Did you really get kicked out?" Red Hood asked and Peter sighed. 

Peter figured out being kicked out of the League of Assassins would never usually happen. Most likely he would be killed instead. He could say he escaped. 

"I ran away." Peter said testing the waters. 

"Why?" Jason asked him and Peter gulped. 

Strange wanted him to send the villains away, back to their universes where they would die. That's as good of an excuse as any and he's pretty sure the League of Assassins are evil. 

"I didn't want to kill them." Peter said cautiously. 

"Who didn't you want to kill?" Jason asked and Peter took a deep breath to calm his rising panic. 

What were they? Villains? No, they were victims. They didn't deserve to die. But how does he apply that information to this universe? 

"People with powers are called metas in this universe." Karen informed him, giving him an out. 

"Metas. They didn't choose to be like that but he wanted me to kill them." Peter said remembering how cold Strange was about the whole thing. 

"Did you save them?" Jason asked intrigued. 

"No, they died anyway." Peter said pretty sure sending them back killed them. 

It was either that or the end of the multiverse. 

"I'm sorry." Jason said and Peter shrugged off his sympathy. 

"I think you should train with Robin." Jason said and Peter looked at him in confusion. 

"Robin, a mantle passed down from each of Bruce Wayne's wards. The current holder is Damian Wayne. The blood child of Bruce Wayne and currently 11 years of age." Karen informed him quickly. 

Jason wants him to be trained by a child? 

"Why?" Peter asked curiously. 

"He trained under Ra's as well. Fighting me clearly won't help you but you could train with him." Jason suggested. 

"Why do I need training?" Peter asked, for the first time questioning why these vigilantes want to train him. 

"Because you want to be a vigilante?" Jason sounded so unsure of himself Peter couldn't believe he was being serious. 

"You want me to be a vigilante?" Peter asked in confusion. 

"Well, no I just... don't want you to kill anyone." Jason said and Peter nodded. 

"Yeah, I gathered that." Peter said and Jason stared at him. 

"You do want to become a vigilante, right?" Jason asked and Peter went quiet. 

Is this a good idea? It's not like there's any threat in just being Peter and a vigilante. Peter doesn't even have to call himself Spider-Man. He still plans on going out as Spider-Man but maybe he can have another alternative identity. As long as Jason and the other bats don't find out he's Spider-Man he thinks he'll be okay. 

"Yes. I do." Peter nodded and Jason smiled. 

"Great, do you have a costume?" Jason asked him. Peter shook his head. 

He's not letting any of the bats think he's Spider-Man. 

"Okay, let's work on that first and we can figure out a name for yourself later." Jason said and Peter smiled. 

This might actually be fun! 

Jason worked on a new costume for him. Peter noticed it consisting of a lot of kevlar and things to protect him. Peter was glad to experiment with the materials Jason had and make a new name for himself. 

"What about Vulture?" Jason suggested a name for his new vigilante name and Peter flinched back. 

"No, absolutely not." Peter said, shaking his head. 

He doesn't want to be called by the name of his old enemy. 

"How about Hawk-"

"No, I'm not being Hawkeye." Peter refused immediately. 

"Hawkeye? That's a cool name but I was just going to say Hawks." Jason said and Peter rolled his eyes. 

"No." Peter shook his head. 

"What about Falcon?" Jason suggested. 

"No, why are you trying to make me a bird?" Peter asked and Jason shrugged. 

"Birds are cool." Jason said and Peter thought about that. 

"Might I suggest the Passerine Sparrow?" Karen suggested and Peter smiled. 

"Passerine Sparrow." Peter said, thinking upon it. 

"That's cool." Jason said and Peter nodded. 

"I like it." Peter said glad he found a new name for himself. 

"What are your colors, Passerine Sparrow?" Jason asked Peter. 

"How about gold and green?" Peter asked, thinking of Loki. 

"Green? What are you, a supervillain?" Jason asked in question. 

"Yeah, nevermind." Peter said, reminded of Quinten Beck. 

"How about gold and black?" Jason suggested. Peter thought about it and smiled. 

"Yeah. Gold and black. Should I have a sparrow symbol on my suit?" Peter asked, looking at the bat symbol on Jason's suit. 

"Sure!" Jason said and helped him finish designing his suit. They finished the costume together and Peter got it on. 

It was more of a suit of armor than the skin tight suit Peter is used to. It doesn't have any technology built into it but doesn't limit his ability to move freely. 

"This mask isn't very secure." Peter pointed out as it was only held on by a strap. It wasn't very good at blocking out input either. Peter was wearing something so rushed together he didn't think he could actually call it a costume. 

"Not yet but we can work on improving it later." Jason said and handed him a grappling hook. 

Did Jason intend to take him out as a vigilante right now? 

"Do you know how to use one of these?" Jason asked and Peter shook his head looking at it in interest. 

"Let me teach you." Jason said and Peter looked at him in surprise. 

Apparently the answer was yes. 

"Just watch what I do and repeat it. This is the trigger, this button retracts it. You'll do great." Jason patted him on the back then grappled the nearest building and took off.

Peter is a little stunned that Jason is using the grappling hook like Peter uses his webs. 

"Are you sure this is safe?" Peter asked a little worried about the property damage the grappling hook might inflict. 

"Yeah, come on! Why don't you try!" Jason said from the rooftop he landed on. Peter hesitantly shot the grappling hook and almost tripped at the unexpected backlash. Peter yelped as he clicked the button and he was brought into the air. 

Peter didn't know how to stop himself from going to the building instead of swinging forward so he dropped the grappling hook and clumsily landed beside Red Hood. 

"Not bad for your first try. I'll go retrieve it and we can try again." Jason said and Peter nodded glad Jason didn't judge too harshly on his grappling skills. 

Being a vigilante without using his powers was strange but thrilling. It was learning a whole new skillset on how to travel from the rooftops and Peter enjoyed it. Maybe this universe isn't as bad as he thought.

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Bruce immediately heard of the new vigilante who called himself Spider-Man. Bruce tried confronting him but Spider-Man always seemed to get away before he could catch up. 

Batman is grateful that Spider-Man hasn't killed anyone. Batman is worried though because Spider-Man is clearly a meta and doesn't know the rules of Gotham. Spider-Man crossed territory lines without a care and even ventured into Crime Alley at one point. Then Bruce lost him as the sun rose. 

Then he gets information that Red Hood is being seen teaching a new vigilante named Passerine Sparrow. Two new vigilantes in the span of twenty four hours!? Unluckily Jason knew how to avoid him just as well as Spider-Man. And of course Jason refuses to answer any of his texts or calls. 

From what little information he could gather he figured out Passerine Sparrow's not a meta. Which is a relief. He already has enough metas in Gotham. 

He also noticed Passerine Sparrow has a hearing aid. Is the sparrow hard of hearing or partially deaf? 

Bruce needed more information and asked Barbara about the new sparrow in town. 

"Nightwing said he was going to train him on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays while Red Hood gets him the rest of the week." Barbara informed him happily. 

"Do we know anything about him?" Bruce asked curiously. 

"He's seventeen. He ran away from the League of Assassins and he's been through the pits." Barbara reported. 

"Oh... do we know how much he's been affected?" Bruce asked, feeling pity for the kid. 

"No clue but he hasn't murdered anyone or tried to murder anyone yet." Barbara said and Bruce nodded. 

No wonder Jason wants to keep Passerine Sparrow away from him. 

"Nightwing also said his name was Peter but I haven't been able to find him using face recognition." Barbara said and Bruce frowned. 

"Do you think he's a clone of some kind?" Bruce asked, trying to figure the sparrow out. 

"No, he doesn't look like any one of us or anyone else. He must have been raised by the League or hidden away from society all his life." Barbara said and Bruce huffed. 

"How would Ra's be able to hide him for so long though?" Bruce asked not liking the fact that Ra's maybe hid away a kid for seventeen years and Bruce was never able to find or save him. 

"Hide who?" Damian asked curiously, entering the cave in costume. 

"This kid called Passerine Sparrow. He says his name is Peter. Have you ever heard of him?" Bruce asked carefully. 

"No, should I?" Damian asked, urgently. 

"Maybe. He said he ran from the League. We think he may have grown up with them." Bruce said, watching Damian carefully, knowing his son didn't like thinking about his time with the League. 

"No, Grandfather never mentioned raising another kid." Damian said after a bit. 

"Okay, that's okay. We'll figure out who he is another way." Bruce reassured him, not wanting Damian to think he failed him. 

"Do you want to go see if we can find him?" Bruce asked and Damian nodded. 

"Let's find this sparrow." Damian said fully ready to go. Bruce went out as Batman with Robin by his side as they looked for Red Hood and his new sparrow. 

"Robin! Meet Passerine Sparrow, I think you should train with him!" Red Hood actually found them first, the sparrow by his side in an instant. 

"You want to train with me?" Damian asked in confusion. 

"Hello and yes." Passerine Sparrow said, his voice cheery and distorted. He had a simple black bandanna to hide the lower half of his face and a mask that only covered his eyes. 

"Are you deaf?" Damian asked, signing as he asked, noticing the hearing aid in Sparrow's ear. 

"Slightly, I can hear just fine with this though." Passerine Sparrow said, signing as he talked as well and then showing off his hearing aid. 

"Where did you get it?" Damian asked in curiosity. 

"I made it." Passerine Sparrow said proudly. 

"Interesting." Damian said then attacked the sparrow. Passerine Sparrow fought back and Bruce was surprised when Damian was knocked off his feet and pinned to the ground. 

"I win." The sparrow gloated as Damian struggled. 

"Okay, that's enough." Bruce said gruffly and the sparrow retreated. Damian got up and glared at Passerine angrily. 

"Red Hood, can I perhaps train the sparrow?" Bruce asked cautiously. 

"No! You can't take him in!" Damian shouted in refusal. 

"He wasn't asking you, Demon Brat and I guess I can give you him Mondays and Wednesdays." Jason said, watching as the sparrow got into another fight with Damian quickly. 

"Only those two days?" Bruce asked in confusion. 

"I get him Monday's, Wednesday's, Friday's, and Saturday's. Nightwing called Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays so you can have him on my Mondays and Wednesdays." Jason explained as this fight went on a bit longer the sparrow teasing Damian and not really trying to defeat him. 

"Right, why are you agreeing with me?" Bruce asked in suspicion. 

"Passerine Sparrow is a bit of a handful." Jason admitted as Sparrow pinned Damian again then quickly retreated letting Damian take chase. 

"Is he always like this?" Bruce asked, watching in amusement as Damian managed to pin Sparrow down for a few seconds before Sparrow switched their positions then started running again. 

"Coward!" Damian yelled and Passerine laughed. 

"Yeah, I do want to warn you though. He might have amnesia and takes a while to process words." Jason said and Bruce nodded surprised at how well this was going. 

Bruce definitely thought Jason would fight him on the subject but the sparrow did sound like a handful. 

Passerine Sparrow tripped up Damian again and Bruce shook his head. 

The sparrow would fit right in. 

"Robin, let's go." Bruce said, deciding he can learn more about the sparrow later. Damian stopped chasing the sparrow and grumpily made his way back to Bruce's side. 

"Why are we trusting him?" Damian asked, upset. 

"You seem to get along with him just fine." Bruce said, smirking. 

"Tt! No! We were fighting! Literally the whole time!" Damian yelled in offence. 

"From here it looked like you were playing tag." Bruce said and chuckled as Damian growled and grumbled in anger. 

"Let's go patrol." Bruce said and Damian followed him sourly. 

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Jason was honestly impressed with Peter and surprised at how fast he learned. Peter took to grappling like a sparrow learning to fly. Jason was also proud of Peter for his quick quips and disarming without too much damage when fighting criminals. Peter knew how to fight and Jason was especially surprised that he beat Damian in a fight multiple times. 

Peter was barely on the ground when fighting, using walls to jump off of and his grappling hook to get in the air and swoop in with deadly precision. He was very energetic and Jason had a hard time teaching him when to stay back so they could learn more information. 

Jason was at odds with Bruce but Peter was very hard to handle and he is glad he doesn't have to deal with Peter alone. 

"I'm tired." Peter yawned near sunset. 

"Let's eat some dinner then you can go to sleep." Jason said, leading Peter back to his apartment. Peter followed obediently doing a flip in the air as he grappled up into the skies. Jason is honestly so stressed from Peter doing that so many times. 

How is Peter already so used to grappling like a bat? Jason blames Nightwing. Nightwing found him first and must have trained him some already. 

"Maybe I can add wings to my suit!" Peter said as he launched himself off a building and grappled to the next. 

"You want wings?" Jason asked him in confusion. 

"Yeah! If I'm a sparrow I want to fly!" Peter said excitedly and Jason sighed. 

This kid is going to get himself killed. 

"Do you even know how to make wings?" Jason asked. 

"No, but I am sure I can figure it out." Peter said determinedly. 

"You know we bats are funded by Bruce Wayne. We could stop by the labs and you could use materials from there to upgrade your suit." Jason suggested carefully. 

"Yes!" Peter immediately celebrated and did a flip in the air. Jason's heart stuttered as Peter let himself fall before catching himself at the last second. 

"Please be more careful." Jason pleaded, worried about his sparrow. 

"Fine." Peter said and grappled normally not doing any risky maneuvers. Jason sighed in relief and it wasn't long until they were back at Jason's apartment. Jason made dinner for both of them and Jason made sure to make a lot since the kid barely ate all day. 

Peter ate quite a lot then bid him goodnight and went to bed in the guest bedroom. Jason was tempted to sleep as well but he had to defend Crime Alley at night. He usually wouldn't even be awake during the day but he didn't want Peter patrolling at night yet. Jason drank a cup of coffee then headed out again by himself. 

Jason patrolled and felt threatened a bit when he started hearing rumors about a Spider-Man more scary than Red Hood himself. Jason immediately started looking for Spider-Man but he got no luck as he could only catch glimpses of a red suit and criminals left behind in webs. 

Who is this Spider-Man and what is he doing in Gotham? 

Jason decided to drop in on Tim to see if he had any information on the Spider. 

"Red, got anything on the Spider-Man?" Jason asked, startling Tim. 

"Frustratingly no. I do know he broke into Wayne Labs though. Through the thirty-fourth floor. I have also heard he can climb walls without even trying." Tim reported flatly. 

"Is there any footage of him?" Jason asked. 

"No, he's too fast. No one has been able to catch him." Tim informed him. 

"No one?" Jason asked in confusion. 

"No one." Tim repeated and Jason sighed in frustration. 

"Do you know if he killed anyone?" Jason asked. 

"No one so far." Tim answered. 

"Want to go hunt him down?" Jason asked. 

"We can certainly try." Tim said and they got onto their search. 

They caught glimpses of Spider-Man and tried to follow him all night but by sunrise Spider-Man was gone. 

"I got to check on my sparrow." Jason huffed as Spider-Man was nowhere to be seen. 

"Sparrow?" Tim asked in interest. 

"Nightwing found him and we agreed to have joint custody along with Bruce. I got him yesterday." Jason said proudly. 

"Can I meet him?" Tim asked intrigued. 

"Sure, just be patient with him. He can be a little over enthusiastic." Jason said as they made their way over to Jason's apartment. 

"So, where is this sparrow?" Tim asked, walking in the apartment. Jason went over to a door and opened it. Peter was sleeping peacefully in bed and was snoring lightly. 

"That's a kid." Tim said and Jason chuckled. 

"Yeah, what did you think I was talking about?" Jason asked amused. 

"I don't know an actual sparrow. You never said the sparrow was a human. Why do you call him a sparrow?" Tim asked in utter confusion. 

"That's his vigilante name. I'm training him during the day." Jason said, closing the door so Peter could sleep in peace. 

"You adopted a kid?" Tim asked in disbelief. 

"Not really." Jason said knowing Peter was super independent and probably didn't want to be adopted. 

"Wait, you have joint custody over him with Dick and B?" Tim asked in shock. 

"Yeah, he's a handful." Jason said, yawning. 

"When was the last time you slept?" Tim asked and Jason frowned at him. 

"I could ask you the same thing." Jason said and Tim scoffed. 

"Just message me when he wakes up, I want to meet him." Tim said and Jason nodded. 

"Dick might steal him away but I'll try. Bye, Replacement." Jason said and Tim left. Jason yawned and decided to take a small nap hoping Peter wouldn't wake up anytime soon and Dick would forget about him. 

Jason woke up to the smell of burning eggs and immediately got up. Jason rushed to the kitchen and saw Peter struggling to make eggs for breakfast. 

"Peter, please stop." Jason pleaded taking over and taking the pan from Peter before he could burn his apartment down. 

"Sorry." Peter apologized sheepishly. 

"What were you doing?" Jason asked him in annoyance. 

"I just wanted to make you breakfast. I'm sorry for burning them." Peter apologized guiltily. 

"It's fine, just please don't ever try to cook anything again." Jason said and Peter nodded. 

"I won't." Peter said, sitting down at the counter. 

"So, can we head to Wayne Labs after breakfast?" Peter asked, moving on quickly. 

"You're going to be with Dick today but if he forgets to pick you up, sure. Just be careful. I don't want you to explode anything." Jason said and Peter scowled. 

"I may be bad at cooking but I am great at inventing stuff." Peter said in offence. 

"I sure hope so." Jason said worried that Peter would somehow explode the whole building on accident. 

"I am!" Peter insisted. 

"I'll believe it when I see it." Jason said and Peter nodded determinedly. 

Jason is wondering if it's a good idea to even bring Peter to Wayne Labs anymore. 

Jason cooks them breakfast and they eat as Peter starts telling him ideas on how he's going to make working wings.  

Jason thinks the whole thing is ridiculous and worries that Peter might fall to his death. 

Halfway through their breakfast Dick joins them. 

"Hey Peter!" Dick greeted Peter cheerfully. 

"Hi Dick." Peter greeted him back and Dick scowled. 

"I told you to stop calling me that. It's Nightwing." Dick said and Peter rolled his eyes. 

"What do you want, Nightwing?" Peter asked and Jason worried that Peter already forgot. 

"I'm going to watch over you today." Dick said, grabbing a plate and stealing some of Jason's food. 

"Oh... can we still go to Wayne Labs?" Peter asked shyly. 

"The kid wants to upgrade his suit." Jason informed Dick. 

"Oh, yeah sure. Why not?" Dick said and Jason still felt worried about Peter. 

"I'm coming to supervise as well." Jason said and Dick glared at him. 

"Fine. But I get to supervise him on Monday too." Dick said and Jason chuckled nervously. 

"B actually agreed to watch over him on Monday's and Wednesday's." Jason told him and Dick looked at him in surprise. 

"You told B!" Dick yelled at him. 

"You try being alone with Peter for an entire day!" Jason yelled back. 

"I intend to!" Dick yelled angrily. 

"Then I intend to watch because there's no way this goes horribly." Jason said smugly and Dick scowled at him but then gazed at Peter nervously. Peter was just observing them silently. He didn't look like he was really paying attention though. 

"Are we still going to the lab?" Peter asked, noticing them staring at him. 

"Yeah, right after breakfast." Dick said and Peter nodded then quickly devoured his food. 

It wasn't long until they finished breakfast and headed out. As they got out the window Dick got a taste of Peter's insane grappling habits; Peter waiting until the very last second to grapple away from the ground. 

"Does he always do that?" Dick asked as Peter flipped into the air and repeated the motion. 

"Guess." Jason said nearly having a heart attack as Peter did it again, nearly skimming the ground. 

"I no longer blame you for telling B." Dick said and Jason smiled. 

They got to the labs without much trouble only running into a mugging or two along the way. As they entered the labs no one questioned them. Jason was surprised Peter found his own way around and arrived at an unused lab.

Peter immediately got to work explaining things to Jason and Dick along the way. Peter occasionally talked to himself as he worked. Jason just watches hoping nothing will explode, while Dick tries to keep up with Peter's ideas and math. 

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Peter is so glad Dick and Jason brought him to Wayne Labs to make a new suit. It's nothing as good as what he used to have in his own universe but he has actual access to tech now! 

Peter has gone over everything with Karen about his new suit and decided that his mask should cover his eyes and mouth so he can breathe better in Gotham's polluted air and he can finally install sensory dampeners in his mask. 

Peter works all day on his new suit and gets to work on his wings. He even made custom grappling hooks that he can connect to his arms so he has better control over his motion in the air. Peter made sure they were different from his web shooters though because he doesn't want to be outed as Spider-Man. 

His wings were hard to make and he's gotten down the whole gliding business but the actual flapping was difficult to figure out. He wasn't able to finish in time because Nightwing refused to let him work in the lab all day. 

He got done with half of his suit and he knew he just needed more time to work on it. He stuck with the stuff Jason gave him though and they patrolled together during the evening, only stopping for dinner then they were done by sundown. 

Nothing eventful happened on their patrol but Dick and Jason would argue every now and then and tell Peter to be more careful when grappling. Peter didn't listen to them and instead talked with Karen about all the criminals in Gotham, finding out that Gotham had a few regular rogues that terrorized the city. 

"Before we head in, Red Robin wanted to meet you." Red Hood said before Dick could take Peter back to his apartment. 

"Red Robin, secret identity Tim Drake. Very intelligent. Threat level high." Karen informed him. 

"Okay, where is he?" Peter asked curiously. 

"We'll meet him in the park." Jason said and Peter frowned. 

He didn't like going to the park. It only had trees and nothing to grapple onto without risk of breaking. 

"Okay." Peter said and followed Jason and Dick to the park. They arrived and Tim was waiting for them eagerly. 

"Hello Sparrow. I've heard a lot about you." Tim greeted him happily. 

"Hello t- Red Robin." Peter greeted almost calling Tim by his civilian name. 

"Are you sure you're seventeen?" Red Robin asked and Peter squawked in offense. 

"Of course I'm sure! How old are you Red?" Peter asked defensively. 

"Same as you." Tim said and Peter examined him. 

"Tim is 17 years old." Karen confirmed for Peter. 

"Okay, Red. Why did you want to meet me?" Peter asked in suspicion. 

"Because you intrigued me, Sparrow. It's not everyday we get a new vigilante in Gotham. It happens more often than it should but that's not the point. Hood told me you wanted to fly?" Tim asked and Peter nodded vigorously. 

"Do you want to help me make my wings?" Peter asked excitedly. 

"Can I?" Tim asked, just as excited. 

"Not tonight. Passerine Sparrow needs his sleep." Dick shut them down and Peter huffed. 

"Fine, tomorrow then?" Peter asked curiously. 

"That's up to B." Jason said and Peter nodded, still wondering why these vigilantes acted like he was a child and needed to be watched over. 

Peter didn't really care where he stayed as long as he got food, somewhere to sleep, and an opportunity to be a vigilante himself. 

"He'll definitely say yes." Tim informed him. 

"I can't wait!" Peter said excitedly. 

"Okay, come on my little sparrow. Time for bed." Dick said and Peter frowned at the nickname but followed him back to his apartment. Dick got food delivered to them and Peter made sure not to eat too much but just enough to satisfy his hunger. Dick made sure he went to sleep then left as Nightwing. Peter snuck out and made sure he was a ways away from the apartment before letting his Spider-Man suit envelop him. 

Peter spent most of his night avoiding the bats but he did get to fight some criminals and web them up. He never went after the big criminals such as the super villains of Gotham because he knew he would run into a bat if he did. He stuck to small crimes and helped out the little guy. 

It was sort of nice to know he didn't have to fight any big bads. It was, dare he say it, relaxing to just take out the many, many small crimes. He always made sure he wasn't caught by the bats and made it back before the night was over so he could catch up on some sleep. 

Peter was woken up by Nightwing staring at him and he sat up stretching then stared back. 

"Good morning!" Dick greeted cheerily. 

"Morning." Peter greeted back, still staring. 

"Let's go get breakfast!" Dick said then left. Peter was quick to get ready and follow Dick out. 

"Where are we going?" Peter asked in his temporary vigilante suit as Passerine Sparrow. 

"IHop!" Dick said and Peter stared at him. 

"Are we allowed to go to IHop as vigilantes?" Peter asked worriedly. 

"Of course we are! Why wouldn't we?" Dick asked and Peter shrugged. Dick, as Peter found out, was amazing at grappling as well. He didn't notice it yesterday because he left Dick and Jason in the dust but today he actually followed Dick. 

Peter saw Dick do a flip midair and copied him. Dick smiled back at him then did more tricks mid air and Peter was able to match most of them only struggling a bit on the more difficult ones. 

"Nice moves Sparrow!" Dick said as they landed on the IHop building. 

"You too Nightwing! Where did you learn to do all that stuff?" Peter asked curiously. 

"Experience." Dick said vaguely. 

"Dick Grayson used to be part of the Flying Graysons, an acrobatic act for the circus." Karen informed him. 

"Cool." Peter said following Dick as he headed inside the IHop. They got seated fairly quickly and they had some breakfast together. It wasn't very long until Batman joined them, briefly greeting them before ordering food. 

"I'm making wings for myself. Can I work on that today at Wayne Labs?" Peter asked after finishing his breakfast. 

"Wings?" Bruce questioned in worry. 

"Come on, I'll show you!" Peter grappled away and Bruce followed him in exasperation. Peter walked into the labs Bruce by his side and made his way to the lab he was working in. 

"Hey! You made it!" Tim greeted him. 

"Red! Were you waiting for me?" Peter asked in surprise. 

"Of course I was waiting for you, Sparrow. I want to know how you're going to fly." Tim said and Peter got out his work from where he locked it in a locker. 

Peter showed off his work and Tim helped him figure out how to make it so he could flap his wings and actually fly. Bruce watched in interest but kept silent, watching Peter carefully. Bruce did interrupt to make them have lunch, then started putting in his own input once he figured out Peter could probably make the wings work. With Tim's and Bruce's help finishing his suit didn't take as long as he thought it would and he got it finished before dinner time. 

"Let's see if I can fly!" Peter said excitedly getting on his new suit. Peter stretched his wings, controlling his wings with a neurolink on the back of his neck and chuckled as they extended. His wings were made with tiny arc reactor technology to push him up whenever he flapped them. Peter jumped out the window and spread his wings. 

"Sparrow!!!" Bruce yelled after him and Peter chuckled as he was gliding through the air. Peter flapped his wings and squealed in excitement as his idea worked and he got propelled upward. Peter did a huge circle around Wayne Labs then landed on the roof and admired the view. Peter chuckled and dove down then spread his wings and smiled as the wind caught them letting him fly. Peter flew back to the window and landed a bit rougher than expected, not used to landing safely quite yet. 

"You flew!" Tim yelled at him in joy. 

"I can fly!" Peter celebrated happily, his wings stretching out behind him proudly. 

"You figured out how to fly. That's amazing." Bruce said and Peter chuckled. 

"I want wings too! I want to fly!" Tim yelled excitedly. 

"I can probably make you wings but at a price." Peter smirked and Tim nodded. 

"Anything!" Tim said. 

"An IOU that I can cash in at a later date. No questions asked." Peter said and Tim nodded. 

"Deal!" Tim said excitedly, shaking Peter's hand and Peter smiled. 

"I will work on them but not today. Today I want to go out patrolling!" Peter said and Tim sighed in disappointment. 

"Don't you think you should make sure this is safe before-" Bruce got cut off by Peter jumping out the window. 

"Keep up old man!" Peter teased Batman and Bruce panicked following him swiftly. 

"Slow down!" Bruce yelled and Peter chuckled reluctantly, slowing down so Batman could lead the way. 

"Please can you do more tests before you start fighting people." Bruce pleaded. 

"No can do Bats! The people need my help!" Peter said, hearing the sounds of the city calling him. 

"Sparrow! Be careful!" Bruce yelled after him as Peter dove down, his wings barely catching his fall. 

He was no longer constrained by a web or grappling hook, he was free and he could go anywhere he wanted. 

Peter then ran into the Scarecrow, a big bad villain of Gotham. Peter's first instinct was to hide and then he saw Bruce following him and confronting Scarecrow. 

"Sparrow? Are you there?" Bruce asked, looking for him. 

He's Sparrow now. He can fight. 

Peter made sure his mask was secure then flapped his wings, flying into the air. 

"Who's that?!" Scarecrow questioned as Peter didn't quite reveal himself yet. 

"I'm the Passerine Sparrow." Peter said as he flew towards Scarecrow. Scarecrow barely had time to react as Peter pounced on him then punched him quickly knocking him out. 

"Sparrow, did Red Hood and Nightwing teach you nothing about waiting for information?" Bruce asked him. 

"They tried. I'm sure we can get information out of Scarecrow's goons." Peter defended himself. 

"Scarecrow doesn't have goons. Just people he infects with his fear gas." Bruce explained and Peter moved his wings around himself. 

"Sorry." Peter apologized, feeling guilty. 

"You're new Sparrow. Just don't do it again." Bruce said sternly and Peter felt properly chastised. 

Peter made sure to listen to Bruce the rest of the patrol but he got sidetracked a few times, his brain thinking faster than Bruce's plans. Bruce didn't chastise him again but gave him small nudges of advice. Bruce then took him to the side as the sun set. 

"Sparrow, I know you're smart. I trust your judgment and I figured I should just ask. Do you know my secret identity?" Bruce asked and Peter froze. 

"Do you want me to know?" Peter asked cautiously. 

"It's okay if you know." Bruce said and Peter nodded. 

"I... I know." Peter admitted hesitantly. 

"Okay, this makes things much easier. Let's go home and get some dinner." Bruce said and Peter smiled. 

"Okay." Peter agreed happily. 

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The sparrow learned how to fly. Damian was sour about it because: one, that is no doubt the coolest thing he's ever seen and two, why didn't Father make Damian any wings! Damian wanted to fly! 

"Father, why can’t I have wings?" Damian asked, showing a picture of Passerine Sparrow with his mechanical man made wings. 

"No." Father said, watching over the Sparrow who was eating dinner with them. 

"Now they are calling this sparrow an Angel! Tt. Can you believe that!" Damian huffed glaring at Sparrow. Sparrow didn't respond, just ignoring everything around him and focusing on eating. 

"I can! He's all over the news. Passerine Sparrow can fly!" Duke said excitedly. 

"I helped him. He's making me a pair of wings next." Tim gloated happily. 

"No way! He is not!" Duke argued. 

"He is too! Soon I'm going to be able to fly just like Sparrow!" Tim said excitedly. 

"Are you sure this is safe?" Father worried looking at the Sparrow. Sparrow just shrugged and went back to eating. 

"Passerine Sparrow hasn't fallen out of the sky yet and he still has his grappling hook." Damian said, hoping to persuade Father that Sparrow's wings are safe. 

Damian desperately wants a pair but is trying his hardest not to show it. 

"I think I want to introduce him to the JL." Father said and they looked at him in surprise. 

"I'll be right back." Sparrow dismissed himself after eating his dinner and Bruce looked at him in worry. 

"Where are you going?" Bruce asked the sparrow. 

"Bathroom." Sparrow said, quickly leaving the room and Bruce frowned. 

"I'll go after him." Jason volunteered and followed Sparrow out. 

"He's a genius and a very good fighter. If he can create these wings that actually work, who knows what else he could make. Passerine Sparrow shouldn't just take down petty criminals. He could be very helpful if given the opportunity." Father said quickly moving on. Damian frowned as he figured out what his father was insinuating. 

"Tt! You want him to join the Justice League!" Damian yelled in surprise. 

"We haven't been able to spar properly but he does keep up with me quite well." Father said, sounding like he was actually proud about this sparrow. 

"He's very flexible and could do most of my tricks when I went patrolling with him." Richard added.  

"Perfect. I'll introduce him on Wednesday then." Father said, smiling. 

Damian couldn't believe his ears. How could this Sparrow earn Father's favor enough to be introduced into the Justice League already? Father barely even met the sparrow, only knowing him for one day! The sparrow did figure out how to fly though and that was insanely cool. 

"Father, may I ask for wings from the sparrow?" Damian asked anxiously. 

"No, I don't want any of you trying to do what Sparrow is doing. He just created the wings and hasn't perfected the design. I don't want any of you accepting wings from the sparrow until he has perfected his design." Father said sternly and they all complained but accepted his father's words. 

Damian has doubts his siblings will actually listen to Father and knows at least one of them will go against his word. Damian is actually considering going against Father about this subject as well. The sparrow can fly! 

The sparrow went out with Jason and Damian is determined to see the sparrow again. 

He wants to watch the sparrow fly! Damian has accepted that he can't beat the sparrow but he doesn't really want to anymore. He wants the sparrow's favor to hopefully convince the sparrow to make him a pair of wings. He's Robin, he should be able to fly too! 

Damian made a point to leave without Father questioning him and he made his way out to find the sparrow. Damian spotted the sparrow flying next to Red Hood into the night and immediately approached them. 

"Sparrow!" Damian called out to him and the Sparrow spotted him. 

"Robin! What are you doing here?" Passerine Sparrow asked landing next to him. Damian admired Sparrow's wings as he tucked them behind his back. 

"You want a pair?" Sparrow asked and Damian nodded. 

"Only if you give something to me." Sparrow said and Damian tilted his head. 

"Like what?" Damian asked hesitantly. 

"An IOU I can cash out at any time, no questions asked." Sparrow said and Damian's eyes widened. 

An IOU that he can't question the sparrow about.  

Damian hesitantly nodded. 

"Deal." Damian said with his hand out. 

"Fantastic, I'll add you to the list." Sparrow said, shaking his hand. 

"Where am I on the list?" Damian asked curiously. 

"Third, but don't worry, that just means your wings will be cooler. The more I make the more I learn." Sparrow said and Damian frowned. 

"Perhaps you should make sure you perfect your design before making wings for other people." Damian said anxiously, fearing the wings he would get wouldn't work. 

"Every pair of wings is different. I can improve my wings all I want but I have to do a bunch of calculations if I'm making them for someone else. It's easier if I just make them then improve them later." Sparrow said and Damian smiled. 

"How soon do you think the wings will be done?" Damian asked excitedly. 

"A few weeks, maybe more. Making my wings only took two days but that's because I know my measurements and how I shift my weight when in the air. I can control it and I am still improving my wings. Technically these are still in the testing stage." Sparrow said, flapping his wings for emphasis. Damian nodded in understanding, glad Sparrow was putting a lot of thought into his wings and was still improving them. 

"Can I watch you fly?" Damian asked and Sparrow smiled then took off into the air. Damian watched in awe as Sparrow flew around. Damian followed him using his grappling hook and watched Sparrow fly up close. 

Passerine Sparrow is so cool. Damian can't wait to fly like Sparrow can. 

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Jason found Peter getting ready to take off outside and went after him as Peter flew into Gotham at night. 

"Hey, are you okay?" Jason asked once he caught up with the kid. 

"I don't want to be a part of the Justice League." Peter said, resting atop of a building. 

"Who said you had to?" Jason asked, resting beside him. 

"I don't want to fight with the JL." Peter said, his wings surrounding himself. 

"Hey, B can't make you do anything. Do you want to stay with me tonight instead?" Jason offered. Peter nodded and Jason smiled. 

"Are you tired right now or do you want to stay up and patrol with me?" Jason asked him gently. 

"Can we patrol?" Peter asked and Jason nodded. 

"Of course, let's go." Jason said and grappled away. Peter followed him, his wings catching the wind. 

Jason still can't believe the kid made himself wings. Jason can't believe the wings actually work. 

Peter dove towards the ground and Jason almost panicked but then sighed in relief as Peter spread his wings at the last second and didn't hit the ground. 

This kid was going to give him a heart attack. Jason can't understand how Peter is so fearless. He just made his wings and he is already so confident in their ability to make him fly, it almost scared Jason to his second death. 

Jason worries over Peter each time Peter eventually ends up crashing on a random rooftop or sometimes the side of a building. 

Peter could fly, yes but he wasn't very good at it yet. Each time Peter just got up, brushed off his wings, then took off again. Jason swears the kid is going to get himself killed. 

"Sparrow, stop it. It's time to go to bed." Jason said as it was way past midnight and he was getting exhausted. Sparrow glided down to him and landed beside him skillfully. 

Jason is glad Sparrow is getting better at flying. 

"What?" Passerine Sparrow asked as he folded his wings. 

"It's time to go to bed, let's head back." Jason said once he was sure he had Sparrow's attention. 

"Race you there!" Peter said and Jason had to chase after him as Peter took off without another word. When they got back to Jason's apartment Peter took off his wings and started working on them. 

"Hey, no, you're injured and I need to patch you up." Jason said, stopping him. 

"What? I'm not hurt." Peter scoffed. 

"You crashed into two buildings and four roofs." Jason scowled at him. 

"It's just some bruises. I didn't break anything. My wings and armor protected me." Peter said confidently and Jason sighed. 

"Fine, just rest and no flying the rest of the night." Jason said sternly. 

"You got it, Red Hood." Peter said and went back to work. Jason took a deep breath and started making a midnight snack for both of them. 

Does Peter have any self preservation at all? Jason doesn't think he does. 

Jason initially wanted a pair of wings when Peter first showed them off and Peter agreed easily. Now he's not so sure. Jason didn't take into account actually learning to fly. Watching Peter learn to fly was stressful enough, he didn't want to imagine what he would do when he got his wings. Peter said it would take a few weeks or months to make the wings because of the calculations he had to do but Jason didn't mind at all. Jason just wants to make sure Peter can fly without crashing into anything.  

Jason gave Peter his after patrol snack and made sure he ate some before letting Peter work on his wings again. 

"Don't stay up all night." Jason said as he went out again as Red Hood. 

Yes he was tired but Crime Alley needed him and Peter needed sleep. 

"No promises!" Peter yelled and Jason sighed but left Peter alone. Jason went to patrol Crime Alley and see if he can pick up any more information on Spider-Man. Jason was disappointed to hear that the only chatter that was going around was about Passerine Sparrow. 

Peter did make quite an impression on Gotham and Jason worries Peter just made himself a target. Jason's not that worried though because Peter can defend himself pretty well. 

Jason made it through the night without getting any new information on Spider-Man. When he came back he wasn't surprised to see Dick dragging Peter out of bed and taking him to the nearest IHop. Jason came along just to watch over Peter and he is sort of glad he did because a group of Joker's guys crashed their breakfast and tried going after Peter. 

"Put your mask on, they have poisonous gas." Jason told Peter quickly and Peter did so. The fight was done in a matter of minutes and the goons were no match for Jason, Dick, and Peter. 

"Maybe we should have breakfast at a different place." Peter suggested as they finished tying up the goons. 

"Agreed. I know the perfect place, follow me!" Dick took off and Peter followed excitedly, wings flapping in the wind. 

Peter's wings really were magnificent. 

Jason followed them just in case Peter got attacked again. Dick led them to Bat Burger where they were still serving breakfast sandwiches. They ordered their food and Jason was surprised when he found a mini figurine of Sparrow in his Bat meal. 

"Welcome to the team, kid." Jason said, handing the figurine to Peter. 

"Woah, is that me? I look so cool! This is amazing." Peter said happily admiring the figurine. 

"Can I keep it?" Peter asked Jason. 

"No, it's mine." Jason said, taking it back. 

If Sparrow wants his own he can come to Bat Burger more often. 

Peter frowned but didn't seem to dwell on it just munching down on his sandwich. 

"B said he wanted Sparrow to join the JL" Dick informed him. 

"What?" Jason asked in shock. 

He knew he wanted to introduce Peter but let him join? 

"Apparently Sparrow's wings impressed him." Dick said, sounding proud of Peter. 

"That's not surprising." Jason said, also impressed with Peter's wings. 

"Do I have to meet them?" Sparrow asked anxiously. 

"Why wouldn't you want to meet them?" Dick asked him. 

"Because they are like superheroes. Actual superheroes. They are intimidating!" Sparrow squawked in fear. 

"Do you want us to come with you?" Dick asked and Peter nodded. 

"We'll be right beside you." Jason reassured Peter. 

"Okay, good." Peter said, calming down slightly. 

Jason's not super surprised Peter doesn't want to be a part of the Justice League. The kid's only seventeen and clearly has been through a lot. 

They haven't talked about Peter's past yet and Jason wants to ask but doesn't want to freak the kid out. He's not even sure the kid remembers his past. 

After breakfast Dick and Jason bring Peter to Wayne Labs so he can work on his wings more. 

"You know, you don't have to join the JL. They can't make you join them." Jason said and Peter calmed down some. 

"B just wants you to meet them. They won't judge you for your past." Dick said and Peter bristled. 

"My past doesn't matter." Peter said quietly. 

"Peter, I'm sure that isn't true." 

"My past doesn't matter. I don't matter! I'm not even supposed to exist here!" Peter yelled at them angrily, his eyes glowing green. 

"Peter, that's not true." Dick said, approaching him. 

"I'm not supposed to exist." Peter repeated and Dick brought him into a hug. 

"You do exist and you matter." Dick comforted him and Peter wiped away his tears. 

"I'm sorry. I just... don't like talking about my past." Peter apologized for lashing out. 

"It's okay, it was just the pit rage. You can't control that." Dick comforted him. 

"Pit rage?" Peter asked in fear. 

"Irrational anger. Very quick to anger. That's the pit rage. I have it too." Jason told him. Peter went silent again. Jason and Dick waited for Peter to process. 

"Is there any way to make it stop or go away?" Peter asked sadly. 

"I have breathing exercises I do if I'm around people but most of the time fighting crime or working out in the gym helps." Jason told him. 

"Oh..." Peter went silent in thought and Jason got reminded that Peter was new to all this. Peter went back to work without another word and Jason exchanged glances with Dick. 

Peter needed more time to think about it. 

They were happy to patiently wait and watch Peter work on his wings and suit. They were both still concerned but knew that Peter needed time to process. 

"I still don't trust them." Peter said after ten minutes of working. 

"That's fine." Dick said and Peter nodded. After a bit he started explaining what he was working on and Jason was glad Peter was back to normal. 

Peter still seems a bit paranoid but Jason isn't all that surprised. It's actually pretty comforting to know Peter is just as paranoid as the rest of them. 

After Peter is done improving his wings they go out on patrol together and they run into Duke. 

"Passerine Sparrow! I've heard so much about you!" Duke yelled in greeting. Peter dove down to the roof Duke was at and landed beside him. 

"Signal, nice to officially meet you." Peter greeted as Duke looked at his wings in awe. 

"I can't believe you can actually fly." Duke said in excitement. 

"Do you want me to add you to the list?" Peter asked curiously. 

"Yes!" Duke said and Peter chuckled. 

"You owe me though." Peter said and Duke nodded. 

"So are you a meta?" Duke asked, squinting his eyes at Peter. 

"No, I made these wings from scratch!" Peter sounded offended. 

"Huh, have you been through the pits?" Duke asked and Peter nodded. 

"Why?" Peter asked in confusion. 

"You're brighter than a normal person. Brighter than Red Hood even." Duke said and Jason and Dick looked at Peter in surprise. Peter froze and looked a little panicked. 

"I've been healed with the pits many times. I was never good enough for Ra's." Peter said, his wings surrounding him like a protective shield. 

"It's okay, you're not with him anymore. You're safe now." Dick immediately comforted him. Peter continued to hide in his wings and Jason glared at Duke. 

"Why would you do that? He's clearly been through a lot. We warned you that he escaped from the League." Jason scowled at Duke. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make him panic." Duke apologized sheepishly. It took a few minutes to calm Peter down and out of his wing cocoon. 

"You lost your visiting privileges." Dick said to Duke. 

"What?!" Duke yelled in surprise. 

"You are no longer allowed to visit Sparrow when he's under my care." Dick said sternly. Duke glared at him but left them alone grumbling in anger. 

"Come on Sparrow, let's finish up patrolling then get some dinner." Dick said and Peter nodded following silently. Jason followed, looking at Peter in concern.

Sparrow was never silent. Sometimes he was slow to answer but he was never silent. Sparrow was always talking, whether it be about his work or teasing criminals. 

"Are you okay?" Jason asked Sparrow as they fought some criminals but Sparrow didn't even speak once. 

"Yeah, just anxious about meeting the JL." Sparrow said, his wings twitching in nervousness. 

"It's okay you don't have to think about that till tomorrow." Dick comforted him and Peter nodded, calming down. Jason watched as the tension left Peter's shoulders and his wings moved with him folding behind him as he relaxed. 

"See you tomorrow Sparrow." Jason bid Peter goodbye. 

"Bye Red Hood." Peter said and Jason felt a bit better as he saw Peter more relaxed. Jason grappled away and was glad to hear Peter joking with Dick again. 

His sparrow will be okay. 

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Peter was nervous. The pit rage didn't sound very fun and he didn't like being so angry. He much less wanted to meet the Justice League. He wasn't ready to join another superhero team. 

Peter did get to take out some of his rage though because while he was patrolling with Dick a super strong person named Bane attacked and Peter didn't have to hold back as much as he needed to normally. 

The battle could have ended quite quickly because it took almost no time for Peter to figure out how Bane was getting so strong but he felt the need to drag it out a bit. That bit only lasted about two seconds before he realized he didn't want Bane to do any more property damage. He did get a few hits in before taking Bane down though. 

It barely felt like a challenge and later in the night a meta named Killer Croc tried to attack him and Peter was glad that Killer Croc took longer to take down. It was nice to take out some of his rage. Peter had to make sure he didn't kill Killer Croc and found himself having to stop himself from being too rough with him. 

When was this city going to give him an actual challenge? 

"Okay, that's enough for tonight." Dick said as Peter finished off a group of Joker's goons. 

"But I'm not done." Peter complained. 

"You need dinner. Now come on." Dick said sternly and Peter sighed but followed Dick back to his apartment. 

Dick got them take out again but Peter didn't complain. Once Dick left him alone for the night Peter immediately started talking to Karen about the Justice League and how to plan to make them not suspect anything of him. 

Peter was glad his lie about being through the pits many times worked. Peter didn't expect Duke to out him as different than everyone else. Thankfully Karen reminded him of the pit's healing properties and he was able to lie his way out of being suspicious. He did panic a little and was glad Dick was there to calm him down. 

"So give me a run down of all the Justice League members and their powers." Peter said as he laid in the bed Dick gave him. 

"Batman, also known as Bruce Wayne is human but said to be the best detective in the world. Compared to the others his threat level to you is low." Karen said and Peter nodded. 

"I doubt he wants to attack me given his kids adopted me into their homes." Peter commented. 

"Superman, known as Kal-El or his civilian identity Clark Kent. He has superhuman strength, speed, stamina, agility, reflexes, senses, durability, endurance, and longevity. Along with heat vision, wind and freeze breath, solar energy absorption, X-ray vision, flight and invulnerability. His only weakness is Kryptonite. Threat level high." Karen said and Peter shivered in fear. 

"Wow, that is a lot." Peter said in fear. 

"He does have a soft spot for kids and is said to be very kind. He is known by the public as the symbol of peace." Karen said and Peter thought about that. 

"So sort of like Captain America but insanely overpowered." Peter said and Karen made a sound of affirmation. 

"Okay, let's make sure he doesn't find out you exist. So when we meet the Justice League don't say a word." Peter said knowing he had to get around Superman's super hearing. 

"Got it. The next member is Wonder Woman. Also known as Princess Diana of Themyscira or Diana Prince. Known to have superhuman strength, speed, stamina, durability, senses, agility, and reflexes. Diana also has the ability of flight and immortality. She uses the Lasso of Truth, and indestructible bracelets. Diana is also said to own an invisible plane. Threat level high." Karen said and Peter took a deep breath to try and keep himself calm. 

"Let's avoid being caught by that Lasso of Truth. Anyone else overpowered?" Peter asked, a shiver going down his back. 

"Martian Manhunter, also known as J'onn J'onzz. Has superhuman senses and abilities. Along with shapeshifting, density control, invisibility, intangibility, flight, invulnerability, and all aspects mind control. His weakness is fire. Threat level high." Karen said and Peter took a deep breath. 

"Like he can read my mind?" Peter asked anxiously. 

"Correct." Karen answered. 

"Fantastic, I'll just have to focus on the present and not think about my past or Spider-Man." Peter said, this group becoming more and more threatening to him. 

"Who's next?" Peter asked once he got his thoughts together. 

"Green Lantern also known as Hal Jordan. The ring gives him the power to create anything he can think of. Weakness, the color yellow. Threat level low. Green Arrow also known as Oliver Queen. Human and is a really great archer. Like Hawkeye. Threat level low." Karen said and Peter nodded. 

"The Flash, also known as Barry Allen, super speed. Threat level medium." Karen reported. 

"Is that all?" Peter asked curiously. 

"All other members are not consistent when showing up for world ending events." Karen said and Peter nodded. 

"Okay, let's just go over them real fast going over their basic powers then we can go out as Spider-Man." Peter said and that's what they did. There were a lot of members of the Justice League with a range of different powers. There was also a group called Justice League Dark who took care of magical and supernatural beings. 

Peter felt threatened because of the sheer amount of superheroes but realized it might be a good thing for him since he probably won't be asked to deal with any world ending events by himself. Screw you Fury.  

Peter fell asleep before he could go out as Spider-Man and woke up at a reasonable time Jason coming over to make breakfast for them. 

He's trying his best to prepare himself to meet the Justice League but he is very anxious. 

"It's going to be okay, Passerine. I'll be right beside you." Jason comforted him. 

"Thank you." Peter said glad he had support. 

He wasn't going to face the Justice League alone. Dick and Jason would be with him. Everything was going to be okay. 

"Can we head to the lab before I go to meet the Justice League?" Peter asked nervously. 

"Sure, I'll tell B to postpone the meeting." Dick said and Peter sighed in relief. 

"Are you nervous?" Jason asked him. 

"Yeah." Peter admitted, itching to fly. 

"Do you wanna head out now?" Jason asked him and Peter nodded. Peter jumped out the window. It wasn't long until Jason and Dick joined him in the air on the way to the lab. Flying helped clear his mind and he made it to the lab in record time. 

"What are you doing?" Jason asked as Peter was working on his suit, improving it with his wings. Peter worked as fast as he could and efficiently as possible. 

"Making my suit look cooler. I want to look presentable for this meeting." Peter said, grabbing some stuff that he could use as a contingency plan if the superheros attacked him. 

"Why did you add kryptonite to the tips of your wings?" Jason asked in concern. 

"In case Superman decides to attack me." Peter said and Jason looked at him in worry. 

"Superman won't attack you." Jason tried to reassure him. 

"Probably not but I like to be prepared." Peter said making a web bomb that was made of stronger materials than his webs and was painted yellow. 

"Are you making contingency plans?" Jason asked in surprise. 

"Maybe." Peter said as he finished the Lantern deterrent and moved onto reconstructing his mask out of lead so Superman wouldn't be able to see his face. 

"You know Batman already has contingency plans for all of the Justice League." Jason said and Peter looked at him in surprise. 

"Really?" Peter asked curiously, pausing for a second before getting back to work. 

"Yeah, you don't have to do this. Batman has it handled." Jason tried to reassure him. 

"Better safe than sorry." Peter said finishing his mask quite quickly then working on an absolute zero gun to slow down the Flash. 

"It's crazy how much you act like B." Jason said looking at him in amusement. 

"I don't know what that means because I only met the bat for one day and don't know whether to take it as a compliment or an insult." Peter said and Jason chuckled. 

"In this context you can take it as a compliment." Jason said and Peter smiled, pleased. Jason then decided to call Tim over so he could help and Tim did so excitedly. Once Peter had a deterrent for all of the Justice League who were a medium level threat or above he felt a lot better about meeting the JL. 

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When Sparrow showed up with multiple weapons he didn't have before with Jason and Dick by his side Bruce was surprised.  

"Hello Passerine Sparrow." Bruce greeted politely. 

"Hello Batman." Sparrow greeted him professionally, then took a sip of his smoothie. 

"Whatcha got there?" Bruce asked, eyeing the new weapons Sparrow had on him. 

"A smoothie." Sparrow said and Bruce almost chuckled. 

This kid. 

"Passerine Sparrow said he'd rather be prepared to meet the Justice League in case they attack." Jason informed him. 

"Oh." Bruce said in interest. 

No wonder Dick told him to postpone the meeting by a few hours. Bruce knew he wouldn't let the Justice League attack the sparrow but he was interested in what the sparrow came up with. He wonders if the sparrow would win. 

"Let's head up." Bruce said and led the way to the Zeta Tubes. Bruce marveled at Sparrow as he launched into the air after him. 

His wings were marvelous. He wonders if Sparrow will ever share how he made the wings. Bruce did help make the wings but Sparrow made a large part of the wings alone. 

They arrived at the Zeta Tubes and Jason warned the Sparrow about the teleportation. They got teleported up and no one really noticed them at first. 

Bruce only called a small meeting so Sparrow wouldn't be overwhelmed. 

Sparrow looked a little sick but quickly got over the teleportation to stare out the window in awe. Bruce had to gently tap him to get him to keep following and Sparrow straightened up in a more professional stance. They entered the meeting room and Sparrow immediately looked at all of the Justice League in suspicion. 

"They won't hurt you." Dick gently comforted the sparrow. Superman was the first to notice them and Sparrow flinched, his wings held up defensively. Bruce noticed the kryptonite on Sparrow's wings and understood why Superman would notice first. Bruce cleared his throat and the meeting room went silent. 

"Everyone, this is Passerine Sparrow. Sparrow, this is Superman, Wonder Woman, Martian Manhunter, Green Lantern, Green Arrow, and the Flash." Batman introduced them. 

"Why does Sparrow look ready to kill us?" Barry said uncomfortably. 

"Because he can." Jason said, smirking. 

"Hello Passerine Sparrow." Superman greeted him hesitantly. Sparrow had a glare that rivaled Bruce's own. 

"Nice to meet you, Passerine Sparrow." Wonder Woman greeted bravely. 

"You as well." Sparrow greeted tensely. 

"I want to suggest bringing Sparrow into the Justice League." Bruce said and Sparrow stiffened. 

"No, I do not want to be in charge of saving the world!" The sparrow refused adamantly. 

"You didn't even ask him first?" Barry questioned. 

"I'm not that surprised." Oliver said and Bruce frowned. 

"Sparrow, you could do a lot more than you're doing now. You are an amazing inventor and-" 

"I'm not making weapons for you either. I have a moral code and part of that code is to not make weapons of mass destruction!" Sparrow yelled at him. 

"What will you do then?" Bruce asked worriedly. 

"I'll just keep being a vigilante. I don't want to be a superhero." Sparrow said, sounding sad. 

"You could be so much more though." Bruce said and the sparrow sighed. 

"I'll think about it." Sparrow said after a bit of debating silently. 

"Can we see what you can do?" Wonder Woman asked curiously. Sparrow sighed then held out his hand. A projection of a screen showed up in his palm and showed off video of the sparrow fighting off a group of criminals. 

"How did you do that?" Barry asked in amazement. 

"These." Sparrow said holding up three metal spheres as the video stopped. 

"I've never seen projection technology so small." Martian Manhunter said, sounding impressed. 

"Where did you say you were from?" Queen asked in interest. 

"New York." Sparrow shared and Green Arrow looked impressed. 

"Hold on, are we just going to ignore that he threatened to kill us all earlier." Hal said, upset. 

"I didn't threaten you." Sparrow said in offence. 

"Red Hood told us you totally could though." Hal said and Sparrow nodded. 

"So, what do you guys think?" Bruce asked, hoping they would agree to let Sparrow join. 

"He's scary like you bats. I say he can join." Barry said, smiling. 

"He does seem to have formidable skills. I say he can join if he chooses to." Wonder Woman said. 

"He's very intimidating and could be a great addition to the team. He can join if he wishes to." Superman said happily. 

"He can join." Oliver agreed. 

"I guess he can join." Hal said reluctantly. 

"I worry about him but I don't think it would be a bad idea if he joined." Martian Manhunter said, looking at Sparrow in concern. 

"Great, have you decided if you want to join yet?" Bruce asked Sparrow. 

"No, give me at least a week to think about it." Sparrow said and Bruce nodded. 

"Dismissed." Bruce said then led the sparrow back to the Zeta Tubes. They arrived back on Earth and the sparrow finally relaxed. Jason and Dick said their farewells then left Sparrow alone with Bruce.

"So what were your plans to defeat all of them?" Bruce asked once Sparrow relaxed all the way. Passerine Sparrow smiled at him and immediately went on a lengthy explanation about how he would take down each of the JL members. 

"Why do you not want to join the Justice League?" Bruce asked. 

"Saving the world is a lot of responsibility and I don't know if I'm ready for that." Sparrow sighed and Bruce got reminded of the sparrow's age. 

The kid was only 17. 

"I'm sorry for inviting you. You shouldn't feel like you have the world on your shoulders." Bruce apologized and Sparrow relaxed. 

"You're forgiven. Can we patrol now?" Sparrow asked, sounding desperate. 

"Yeah, let's go." Bruce said and patrolled with the sparrow by his side. Bruce was glad to teach the sparrow new things about being a good vigilante. 

Bruce thought things would go horribly when the Joker showed up threatening to blow up the city but then Peter handled it. Peter let the Joker rant then somehow found out how to disarm all of Joker's bombs and knock out the Joker in all of thirty minutes. It was honestly impressive.

"Are we almost done, bats?" Sparrow asked, yawning in exhaustion as the sun had already set a while ago. 

The kid looked exhausted and he was shivering from the cold rain, his wings tucked against his body to keep in what little heat he could.  

"Let's go home." Bruce said and called the Batmobile to him. Sparrow immediately jumped into the passenger seat, looking very relieved to be out of the rain. Bruce joined him in the car and drove them to the manor. 

"Nice cave." Passerine Sparrow said once they arrived. 

"Thanks." Bruce said then got out of the car and took off his cowl. Peter took off his mask but left his wings on. 

"Let's have some dinner then you can get to bed." Bruce said and Peter followed him upstairs happily. 

"So, you know about all of us?" Bruce asked, looking at Peter curiously. On Monday Peter didn't really talk to anyone and seemed closed off. Bruce allowed it since he didn't want to overwhelm him but now it was just them and Damian. 

"Yeah, I know a lot about you and your birds." Peter said and Bruce wasn't all that surprised. 

Bruce wishes he could ask Peter to move in with him but Jason and Dick already claimed custody and Bruce only gets Peter on Monday's and Wednesday's. 

As they sat down for dinner Peter ate like he hadn't eaten all day and Bruce worried if that was true. 

"Is this your first meal of the day?" Bruce asked worriedly. 

"I had breakfast." Peter said and Bruce frowned. 

"Why haven't my sons given you lunch?" Bruce asked protectively. 

"Must have forgotten." Peter shrugged and Bruce scowled. 

He was going to have a serious discussion with Dick and Jason about feeding their sparrow. Peter shouldn't be skipping any meals; he looks so thin. 

Bruce made sure Peter ate plenty of food before showing him a guest bedroom where he could sleep. 

Jason wasn't going to steal Peter away tonight. He was actually going to sleep in the manor. Bruce wanted him to live there permanently. 

"Woah, this bedroom is huge." Peter marveled at the room and Bruce smiled fondly. 

"It's all yours." Bruce said and watched as Peter looked at him in surprise. 

"Really? This is my room now?" Peter asked in disbelief. 

"Yeah, goodnight Sparrow." Bruce bid him goodnight. 

"Night bats!" Sparrow said then flopped down on the bed. 

It was adorable. So adorable in fact that Bruce forgot to be paranoid. Peter can keep his secrets. Bruce doesn't want to be paranoid about Sparrow. He wants Sparrow to trust him and for Sparrow to tell his secrets without Bruce already knowing or forcing him to. He wants to parent Sparrow right. 

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Peter decided not to go out as Spider-Man while with Bruce because there were other people in the house and he didn't want to get caught. Instead he talked with Karen in a whisper on if he should trust the Waynes or not.  

"What do the Waynes think of metas?" Peter asked worriedly. 

"Batman is said to have prejudice against metas but he did adopt Duke Thomas who is a meta." Karen said and Peter sighed uncomfortably. 

"Do you think they would hate me if they found out I'm from a different universe?" Peter asked sadly. 

"No, but I think it would be safer if you earned more of their trust first." Karen said and Peter nodded. 

"I still don't have any money. I've basically just been free loading off the bats." Peter said with a bit of guilt. 

"You have no identity here. It would be difficult for you to get a job without taking a GED and creating a new identity for yourself." Karen informed him. 

"I don't want to have a civilian identity though. That would just put me at risk and it's easier to just be Sparrow." Peter complained. 

"It may be easier but don't you want to live a normal life?" Karen asked. 

"My life was over the moment I came here." Peter said, sighing sadly. 

"That is very untrue. Coming to this universe gave you a fresh start." Karen said and Peter considered Karen's words carefully. 

"What would I even do as a civilian? I doubt any college would accept me." Peter said, frowning. 

"I don't see why you couldn't apply for college. All you have to do is take the GED." Karen said and Peter huffed. 

"I don't know any of Gotham's history though and who's to say the history I know will be the same as here." Peter said discouraged. 

"I could always help with history." Karen said and Peter chuckled. 

"That's cheating Karen. I'm not a cheater." Peter said, shaking his head. 

"You said you don't want to build weapons, what about building something to help with the environment. There is a lot of pollution in Gotham." Karen suggested. 

"I can totally do that. I wonder if Bruce will fund my projects?" Peter said considering how Bruce acted around him so far. 

"He is a billionaire and seems fond of you so far." Karen said and Peter smiled. 

"Where is Bruce right now?" Peter asked curiously. 

"He's out on patrol." Karen said and Peter sighed. 

"I want to talk to him." Peter said, sitting up. 

"I'm sure you can speak to him in the morning." Karen said and Peter flopped back down on his bed then closed his eyes. Peter was asleep before he knew it and plunged into his nightmares. 

"So no one knows who I am now?" Peter asked Strange sadly. 

"I'm the only one left. I'm sorry for what has to happen now though." Strange said and Peter looked at him in alarm. 

"What do you mean?" Peter asked in a panic. 

"I'm sorry kid, but you can't stay in this universe anymore." Strange's words were the last thing he heard before pain enveloped his body and it felt like he was being torn apart from the inside out. 

Peter woke up surrounded by green and suffocating. Peter reached out for anything and winced as his hand hit a hard rock. Peter panicked as he felt for the surface but couldn't find anything. 

"This is all your fault." The voice of Mysterio made him flinch back and whip his head around. He was faced with the mangled bodies of his Aunt May, Tony Stark, and Uncle Ben. 

"No!" Peter yelled out and winced as his lungs filled up with green sludge. 

"You're alone now and you ruin everything you touch!" Quinten's voice sounded like it was coming from everywhere. 

"No! Stop it!" Peter yelled and he suddenly fell onto a train track and his whole body was hit with a wave of pain. 

"Ahhhhh!" Peter woke up screaming and Damian burst into the room with his swords out. Peter tried to silent his cries as he sobbed into his pillow. 

"Sparrow?" Damian's voice made him sit up and wipe away his tears. 

"Oh hey, Robin." Peter greeted, still shaking and trying to stop his tears. 

"It's okay, you're safe Sparrow. Just breathe." Damian's voice calmed him and he took a shaky breath in. Damian helped him go through a breathing exercise and he calmed down after seven minutes. 

"I'm sorry if I woke you." Peter apologized feeling guilty for possibly waking the kid. 

"It's fine, I wasn't really tired anyway." Damian said and just sat there with him for a while, letting Peter gather his thoughts. 

"You know, it doesn't make you weak to have nightmares. We all have them." Damain comforted him after a few minutes. 

"Father says it's healthy to talk about our nightmares." Damian continued when Peter didn't say anything. 

"I don't want to burden you." Peter said, his memories of the nightmare fading. 

"You're not a burden to me." Damian said, crossing his legs, looking ready to listen. 

"It was just about my past. I've had to fight a lot and I've almost died a lot of the times and I did die twice." Peter explained, not willing to go into details. 

"When I was with Ra's I had to fight too. I also died before too." Damian shared nervously. 

"I'm sorry." Peter apologized, Damian far too young to go through something like that. 

"Don't pity me. It wasn't your fault." Damian said and Peter sighed. 

"Thanks for staying with me." Peter thanked him sincerely. 

"I'm here for you Sparrow." Damian hugged him and Peter hugged him back crying softly. 

"Do you want to go get ice cream?" Damian asked once they separated and Peter stopped crying. 

"Yeah." Peter said and followed Damian down to the kitchen and they had some late night ice cream together. 

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Bruce came home to his youngest son and Sparrow eating ice cream in the early hours of the morning. 

"What are you doing up?" Bruce asked and both of them tensed. 

"Sparrow had a nightmare." Damian immediately said in a professional tone. 

"Okay, do you want to watch a movie?" Bruce asked them. They both nodded, racing to the theater to pick out a movie together. 

Bruce was so glad Damian was getting along with Sparrow now. Bruce isn't that surprised though because they did have similar backgrounds. Bruce is still trying to find Ra's and properly beat him for hurting Peter in the first place. 

Seventeen years is a long time to be isolated and trained into a soldier. Bruce knows Peter has been trained well and Peter is traumatized. He sees it every time he tenses up around anything even remotely threatening. He sees it in the way he invents technology to take down anything he deems as a threat. 

Peter still flinches at loud sounds and immediately tries to attack where it came from. He watches the shadows with his wings raised like he's waiting for them to jump out at him. 

Then there's the obvious nightmares. His sons reported Peter would wake up screaming and would cry in his sleep. Which led him to believe Peter died recently. 

His sparrow was traumatized and he knew he had to wait for his sparrow to open up. He probably couldn't force answers out of Sparrow even if he tried. 

He should have stayed to watch over his sparrow. He was glad Damian volunteered to stay and watch over Sparrow but he still feels guilty for not staying. It probably didn't help that Sparrow is changing locations so frequently. 

Bruce called a meeting with Jason and Dick to tell them his worries and propose that Sparrow should stay at the mansion. 

"What do you want?" Jason asked as he was the last to arrive. 

"We need to talk about Sparrow." Bruce started. 

"You're not stealing him from us!" Dick yelled and Bruce sighed. 

"I don't want to steal him. I just want him to have a steady home. He's traumatized and needs support and you two haven't been feeding him lunch!" Bruce yelled at them. They both looked down guiltily. 

"He can still be with you most of the day on your days but he sleeps and eats at the manor and he will be getting three meals a day." Bruce said sternly. 

"Fine." Jason said reluctantly. 

"Seems fair." Dick said, pouting. 

"Now I have to watch a movie with our sparrow, are you coming?" Bruce asked, then walked away. His sons followed him to the movie room and joined Damian and Peter on the couch. 

"Bruce, can we talk?" Peter asked Bruce once the movie was over. 

"Sure, let's go to my office." Bruce said and the sparrow shook his head. 

"No, we can talk here. I just heard some rumors that you don't like metas, how true is that?" Peter asked, his wings tensing in defense. 

"It's not entirely true. I'm okay with metas in Gotham but I don't like it when they interfere with Gotham society." Bruce answered carefully. 

"Okay, good." Peter said and Bruce looked over at him skeptically. 

"Why do you ask?" Bruce asked cautiously. 

"Just wanted to make sure you're trustworthy. I don't kill metas." Peter said and Bruce looked at him in concern. 

"I sure hope not." Dick said also concerned. 

"Have you killed a meta before?" Jason asked and Peter froze, tensing up. 

"I watched him die." Peter said vaguely, his breath starting to pick up. 

"It's okay, you don't have to kill anyone." Bruce was quick to reassure him. 

"Just breathe Peter. It's okay. You're at the manor. You're safe." Dick comforted Peter and Peter nodded, calming himself down. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to freak out." Peter apologized. 

"It's okay. No one's going to force you to talk about your past. You're safe here." Bruce said and Peter took a deep breath calming down. 

His sparrow is more damaged than he thought. He needs time to heal. 

"Can I work on improving my wings now?" Peter asked, his wings raising as he straightened his posture. 

"Sure, let's go to the lab." Bruce said, leading the way. 

"Hold up a minute, today is my turn to watch over him." Dick said following them. 

"Then you can follow along." Bruce said and Dick scowled. 

"That is not how this works." Dick said angrily. 

"Sure it doesn't." Bruce said sarcastically. 

"I'll meet you there." Dick said, glaring and Bruce smirked. 

"Bye guys!" Peter bid everyone farewell and followed Bruce to the basement. Bruce watched as Sparrow put his mask back on and entered the Batmobile. 

"Sparrow." Bruce opened Peter's door and Peter looked at him in confusion. 

"I'll be bringing you as Bruce Wayne." Bruce informed him. 

"Oh, then what are we down here?" Peter asked in confusion. 

"I just needed to grab something. Are you going to change into something more comfortable?" Bruce asked him and Sparrow ducked his head, his wings surrounding him more. 

"Do I have to?" Sparrow sounded very reluctant to do so. 

"What's wrong?" Bruce asked in concern. 

"I'm nobody as just Peter." Peter said and Bruce got more concerned for his sparrow. 

"You're not nobody Peter." Bruce tried to reassure him. 

"I don't even exist." Peter said and Bruce frowned. 

"Hey, grab my hand." Bruce said and Peter did, looking at him in confusion and sadness. 

"Hey, look at that you didn't go through me. You do exist." Bruce said and Peter chuckled. 

"I won't force you to change my sparrow. Just know that you do exist and you're not nobody." Bruce said sincerely and Peter sighed. 

"Okay, just for you Bats." Peter said and Bruce smiled. 

"I don't own any other clothes though." Peter chuckled nervously. 

"Don't worry, I'm sure you can borrow something from Tim." Bruce said, leading him back up the stairs. Peter nodded and Bruce led the way and picked out an outfit for Peter to wear. Peter changed in the privacy of the bathroom then came out in a casual t-shirt and jeans. They were a little small but they weren't too small. 

"How will I transport my suit and wings?" Peter asked, bringing out both items with him. 

"We'll think of something." Bruce said and led him out to the hall then got a cover for both the wings and Peter's suit. 

"Have you ever handled the press before?" Bruce asked and Peter groaned. 

"I mean sort of but mostly it was just hiding and running away." Peter said uncomfortably. 

"Okay then, we'll take one of the low profile cars." Bruce said, leading Peter to the garage. 

He didn't want Peter to be surrounded by the press and he didn't know how to interpret Peter's answer. Was Peter in the press before or was he talking about running from the League? Bruce would check more on that later just in case. 

They got to the lab without a fuss and Peter did have to sneak away to not be seen with Bruce. Bruce eventually got everyone to go away and he joined Peter and Dick in the lab. 

"Do you need help?" Bruce asked as Peter was already deep into his work. 

"Can you help me with these calculations?" Peter asked and Bruce nodded. 

Bruce looked at Peter's work and was super impressed. Peter was a genius and had basically the entirety of aerodynamics written down and analyzed in great detail. Peter was doing physics Bruce could hardly comprehend. 

"What's this?" Bruce asked as he noticed a power source that he has never seen before. 

"Oh, that's just a mini arc reactor. Mr. Stark created it and taught me how it worked." Peter said offhandedly. 

"Mr. Stark?" Bruce questioned and Peter tensed up. 

"He was my mentor. He's dead though so you don't have to worry about him." Peter said, a sadness coming to his voice. 

"I'm sorry." Bruce said and Peter shook his head. 

"Doesn't matter. I'll never be able to visit his grave again anyway." Peter scoffed, wiping away the tears that formed in his eyes. Peter went silent as he focused on his work again and Bruce felt bad for asking. Dick glared at Bruce and comforted Peter silently. 

It wasn't lost on him that Peter had a very tragic past and would rather not talk about it. His sparrow was fragile and looked so sad. Bruce both wanted to know why he was so sad and feared if he ever found out his little sparrow wouldn't recover. 

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Peter misses Tony so much. He couldn't save Mr. Stark and now that he's in a different universe he feels like he should create something to honor his past mentor. Bring a bit of Tony Stark into this universe. A man who died before he could forget about Peter. 

Peter examined his suit and felt like it was missing something. 

Ironman red. 

Peter smiled and got to work integrating the new color into his suit. 

"Red? Why?" Dick asked as Peter lined his wings with the new color. 

"To pay respects to my mentor." Peter said, proud of himself for keeping Tony's memory alive. 

"It's beautiful." Dick said as Peter was almost done. 

"Thanks." Peter thanked him genuinely. Peter's wings were now black but glistened gold and were lined with red. His wings could not only make him fly but were bulletproof and he could use them to fight, the tips of his wings sharp as any knife. His suit was still jet black and his weapons were hidden well. The only weapon visible was the red and gold nanobot sword that he could shape into blasters and blast his enemies away like Ironman used to. He also installed a laser into the sword in case he was in deep trouble. 

"This sword doesn't look like it could cut anything." Bruce said, touching the dull blade. 

"It's not meant to be sharp. It's meant for this." Peter showed off, grabbing the handle and it turned into two blasters in his hands. Peter blasted the wall and Bruce's jaw dropped. 

"Woah! That's so cool!" Dick said in awe. 

"What was that?" Bruce asked, intrigued. 

"Nanotechnology I made it myself." Peter said, letting the nanobots reform into a sword and sheath. Peter grabbed the sheath and put it on his back. Peter knew the sword wouldn't mess up his flying because once he put on his wings the nanobots would go to the tips of his wings making the threat of his sharp wings stand out. 

"How did you learn to make that?" Bruce asked curiously. 

"My mentor taught me and it wasn't that hard to recreate here." Peter said casually. He is glad he can mention Tony around Bruce and Dick now. 

"How smart are you?" Dick asked, tilting his head at him. 

"I have an IQ of 250 if that's what you're asking." Peter said and Bruce nodded. 

"Nerd." Dick teased him and Peter glared at him playfully. 

"And that blast. Came from that?" Bruce pointed at Peter's arc reactor and Peter nodded. 

"Sorry about the wall. I thought it was stronger." Peter apologized as the wall was completely demolished. 

"It was supposed to be." Bruce said, looking at the damage in stress. The wall was made of three inches of steel. 

"Yeah, might have made the blast a little too strong. I'll have to adjust that." Peter said, already tweaking it. Bruce reached for the arc reactor and Peter immediately snatched it away, keeping Bruce from examining it. 

"Can I see it?" Bruce asked with his hand out. 

"No..." Peter didn't want to give away the arc reactor. He remembered the last time someone tried to make Tony's suits and it did not end well at all. He remembered the Vulture trying to steal Tony's tech for dangerous weapons. 

"Why?" Bruce asked, putting his hand down. 

"It's not for public use. It's dangerous. This-" universe isn't ready for it? No. "-just no. No one else can know." Peter said, holding the arc reactor close to his chest. Bruce put his hands up and Peter flinched back, getting in a defensive position. 

"It's okay. I won't steal it. You're safe, Sparrow." Bruce said and Peter realized Bruce had his hands up in a surrender motion. Peter relaxed slightly, still holding the arc reactor close. 

"I won't steal your tech, it's okay. Just take a deep breath, Sparrow." Bruce said and Peter did so, calming down. Dick was looking at him in concern. 

"Did someone steal your tech from you before?" Dick asked gently once Peter calmed down. 

"No... I was tricked into giving it to them and they tried to kill me with it. Almost succeeded too." Peter explained remembering how he just gave E.D.I.T.H to Beck and Beck used it against him, nearly killing him in the process. 

"I won't kill you Peter. I don't even want to look at it anymore. I won't reach for it or try to steal it from you." Bruce said calmly and Peter untensed. 

"I won't either. You're safe here." Dick comforted him and Peter nodded. 

"Don't steal it." Peter said in warning before he resumed working, keeping an extra eye on his arc reactor at all times. Bruce as promised didn't even look at it and instead looked at Peter's plan to reduce the amount of smog in Gotham. Dick got bored and eventually decided to ask to leave. Bruce smirked and then Dick stayed just out of spite. Then Dick's phone rang and he answered it. 

"I got to go. This doesn't mean I won't come back for him!" Dick yelled glaring at Bruce. 

"Sure." Bruce said and Dick left with one last glare at Bruce. 

"Peter, can we talk?" Bruce asked once Dick was gone. Peter didn't really want to talk but was curious as to what Bruce would say. 

"About what?" Peter asked cautiously. 

"About who hurt you." Bruce said and Peter scowled. 

"You don't have to talk if you don't want to. I just need to know. Who tried to kill you?" Bruce asked gently. 

"A surprising amount of people tried to kill me. Only two of those people succeeded. One was a Titan and the other was a stupid wizard." Peter said in annoyance and tried to keep back his tears at the reminder of being ripped away from his universe by Strange. 

"You died twice?" Bruce asked in surprise. 

"Yeah." Peter said, wiping away his tears. 

"Why did they kill you?" Bruce asked and Peter huffed. 

"The Titan was crazy and the wizard... the wizard thought I was too much of a threat to keep alive." Peter admitted tearfully. 

"Are they still alive?" Bruce asked. 

"The Titan no. The wizard... I have no idea. Probably." Peter shrugged sadly. 

"Did you know the wizard's name?" Bruce asked and Peter hesitated. 

It's not like Bruce can track down Strange. It's even less likely Bruce will find anything about Doctor Strange. 

"It was Strange." Peter admitted. 

"Can you pronounce it?" Bruce asked and Peter chuckled. 

"No, it was Strange." Peter said smiling and Bruce tilted his head. 

"Strange?" Bruce questioned and Peter laughed. 

"Yeah, his name was Doctor Strange." Peter said, his sadness returning. 

"Oh." Bruce said then smiled. 

"Don't fight him. He's the kind of wizard that can destroy the entire multiverse and he's a huge jerk." Peter said and Bruce looked at him in concern. 

"Why were you fighting him?!" Bruce asked in overwhelming worry. 

"Well, I sort of messed up his spell by talking too much then I stole it so he didn't kill all the guys I caught for him. It was a really complicated situation." Peter shared nervously. 

"How long were you with Ra's?" Bruce asked and Peter got reminded of his lie. 

The League of Assassins, right. 

"I more so worked for Ra's than stayed with him." Peter said nervously. 

"For how long?" Bruce asked and Peter didn't have an answer for him. 

"Not super long. Barely knew the guy." Peter chuckled nervously. 

"It's okay Peter. You can tell me." Bruce said and Peter went silent. 

How was he going to tell Bruce that he didn't know Ra's at all. That he lied. He really was a nobody from a different universe. 

"I suggest waiting to tell the truth. I don't trust him yet. Batman is said to make contingency plans for all his teammates." Karen said and Peter slouched. 

What do I tell him then? 

"It's okay if you don't want to answer." Bruce said and Peter nodded. 

"Why don't you tell me about this." Bruce said motioning to Peter's smog reduction idea. Peter smiled and gladly did so. 

Peter lost his trust long ago and he can't trust Bruce yet or any of the bat family really. He's just glad they pay for his food and shelter. 

Bruce made sure he ate lunch then Peter went out in his new and improved suit with Batman by his side. Dick never came back like he said he would. Bruce tried to take charge like he always does but Peter barely listened. 

He didn't need to be bossed around and he knew what he was doing. He's been in Gotham for all of one week but with good mentors and his own experience as Spider-Man he figured out how everything worked pretty quickly. 

At this point more people feared Sparrow than they did any of the bats, including Batman himself. And it all relied on the fact that not only can Sparrow fly but he seemed indestructible. Not once has anyone been able to take him down. 

The Scarecrow tried with his fear gas but that didn't work. Joker tried to take a swing at Sparrow but Sparrow somehow disabled all of his bombs and didn't even get a few words in before Sparrow was taking him down. Bane also tried but failed within five seconds of meeting Sparrow. Then Killer Croc fought him and everyone saw how strong the sparrow actually was. Passerine Sparrow was becoming a threat and target of the villains of Gotham.

When Peter was Spider-Man though, he was a ghost. There were only rumors about him and those who seeked him out never found anything. The only evidence Spider-Man even existed was the webbed up bad guys left for the police to find. 

Peter had Gotham handled. He of course learned all he could from the bats but he didn't always listen to them. He knew the extent of his abilities, the bats did not. 

Peter has noticed though that the crazy criminals of Gotham either escaped easily or were let out saying they were actually better. It left a bad taste in his mouth and he started planning on how to deal with criminals who would never stop being criminals. 

Peter was going to make the R.A.F.T. Peter knows half of the Avengers were imprisoned there and broken out by Steve but the R.A.F.T wasn't a bad idea. It was a prison out in the middle of the ocean and very secure. Peter doubts anyone powerful enough would want to break the crazy criminals of Gotham out of the R.A.F.T. 

Then again a prison wouldn't really help them get better. But some of Gotham's crazies are never going to recover. Peter made up his mind and went over his plan with Bruce over dinner. 

"I want to make a prison." Peter said and Bruce tilted his head at him. 

"You want to make a prison?" Bruce asked in confusion. 

"Yes! It's called the R.A.F.T and it will be out in the middle of the ocean under the water." Peter said and Bruce looked at him in concern. 

"...Why?" Bruce asked in utter confusion, still trying to process Peter's request. 

"Because some of Gotham's criminals will forever be criminals and they need a place where they will never escape ever again." Peter said seriously. 

"You scare me sometimes." Bruce said, staring at him. 

"So... wanna help me make it?" Peter asked eagerly. 

"...sure. Let's make a prison." Bruce said, going along with it. 

"Yes! I already have some ideas of what I want it to look like and what mechanics should be set in place so they can't escape and how it can be underwater." Peter said and Bruce held up a hand stopping him from rambling. 

"We can discuss this tomorrow at the lab." Bruce said and Peter frowned. 

"But won't I be with Jason tomorrow?" Peter asked in confusion. 

"We've decided you can still hang out with Jason and Dick during their days but you will be eating and sleeping here from now on." Bruce said and Peter tensed. 

Dick never came back from whatever he was doing. 

"Is this a trap?" Peter asked tensely. 

"No, this is not a trap. We just thought it would be nicer if you had a steady home and were able to eat three meals a day." Bruce said and Peter didn't know what to say. 

"Thank you." Peter thanked him quietly. 

"No problem." Bruce said and Peter smiled. 

Maybe he can trust the bats some? 

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"Jason! I'm going to make a prison!" Peter said at breakfast. 

"What?" Jason asked in confusion. 

"Bruce is going to help me make a prison out in the middle of the ocean." Peter said proudly. 

"You agreed to this?" Jason asked Bruce in disbelief. 

"It does seem like a good idea." Bruce said and Jason couldn't believe his ears. 

"You're letting him make a prison, out in the middle of the ocean." Jason said slowly and Bruce nodded. 

"Okay, then. What's your plan?" Jason asked Peter and Peter started explaining. 

By the time Peter was done explaining Jason found himself agreeing and hating himself for agreeing because why are they letting their little sparrow create a supermax prison?!?!

"Sparrow. I like your plan but I need to know, how the hell did you come up with this?" Jason asked and Peter sighed. 

"Well you know how I kept getting attacked every day?" Jason nodded. "Well, I decided that this is the solution!" Peter said proudly. 

"You always go so over the top." Jason chuckled, ruffling Peter's hair. 

"It's a solution to the problem." Peter said and Jason smiled at him. 

"It's not like he's wrong." Bruce said and Jason sighed. 

"Okay, fine. But we're getting the whole family in on this." Jason said and Peter nodded. 

"Do you have a phone?" Bruce asked Peter and Peter chuckled nervously. 

"Not exactly." Peter said and they both looked at him in confusion. 

"Peter, please tell me you have a phone." Jason said and Peter looked at him awkwardly. 

"I don't have a phone but I do have a communicator of sorts." Peter said, scratching his neck in nervousness. 

"What have you been using to communicate with us?" Bruce asked, looking at him worriedly. Peter put his hand out and showed off a small communicator. It looked like a small ear bud. 

"Oh my gosh. Peter, you need a phone." Jason said and Peter put his ear bud back in his ear. 

"I don't need a phone." Peter said, shaking his head. 

"As much as you believe that, no, you need a phone. I'm getting you a phone." Bruce said and Peter ducked his head. 

"Can I at least build my own? I don't need you to buy me one." Peter said defensively. 

"You want to build your own? What's wrong with the Wayne phone?" Bruce asked. 

"Tt, it sort of... well it's not really my style. My phone usually has to be nearly indestructible so when I drop it it doesn't shatter into pieces." Peter explained nervously. 

"What happened to your last phone?" Jason asked him. 

"I lost it when I died." Peter shrugged nonchalantly. 

"Right. Okay then I'll get you materials for you to build your phone. Right now let's go to the lab and get everyone together so you can tell them your plan for this... supermax prison." Bruce said like he didn't quite completely believe he was allowing Peter to do this himself. 

"Sounds good to me!" Peter said happily, finishing his breakfast. Peter has returned to wearing his suit and wings casually. He never liked taking them off, only doing so when upgrading them. 

It makes Jason wonder why Peter doesn't feel like he can be himself around any of them. It worries him that his sparrow is so closed off from everyone. 

After breakfast they made their way to Wayne Labs for a meeting. Bruce made the lab Peter usually used, a private lab and now the lab solely belongs to Peter. It didn't take long for everyone to arrive and by the time the last person arrived Peter was ready with his plan. 

"I have been in Gotham for a total of eight days but in that time I have been attacked by not one or two villains but four villains. Most of them were easy to take down and they are residing in Arkham now and I just found out the Joker escaped and it hasn't even been three days." Peter started off clearly angry. 

"To stop this from ever happening again I propose this!" Peter rolled three metal spheres onto the table and they stopped near the middle then showed off a projection of the R.A.F.T. 

"This is called the R.A.F.T. It is a supermax prison that will hold all of the crazy unredeemable villains and no one will ever be able to break out." Peter said with confidence. 

"Why does this look like it's underwater?" Dick asked, chuckling nervously. 

"Because it is. This will be built in the middle of the ocean thousands of miles away from any civilization. Also guarded twenty four seven!" Peter said excitedly. 

"I mean it's not a bad idea." Tim pointed out. 

"I like it!" Duke said excitedly. 

"Sparrow, I find your idea overwhelmingly compelling and you take things to a new extreme that I approve of." Damian said pleased as well. 

"I mean sure, why not?" Dick said and Cass nodded in agreement. 

"I don't know who you are but I love this idea." Stephanie said, perching on the window sill. 

"My name is Sparrow. Pleased to meet you, Spoiler." Peter bowed with his wings spread out and Steph looked at him in surprise. 

"You're Sparrow? You look way cooler in person. I'm very pleased to meet you as well." Stephanie gave Sparrow a curtsy and Peter smiled brightly. 

"Glad we are all in agreement then. I will fund Sparrow in his plan to make a supermax prison and we'll get his plans built?" Bruce asked the room and they all nodded. 

"Great, Sparrow, where did you hear the Joker escaped?" Bruce asked seriously. 

"Oh I just heard it on the radio." Peter said, tapping his ear that had his communicator in it. 

"Sparrow." Cass got Peter's attention. 

'Are you deaf?' Cass signed to him. 

"Hard of hearing actually." Peter chuckled nervously, his hand going over his hearing aid briefly while he signed with his other hand. Cass nodded in understanding. 

"Are we just going to ignore that the Joker just broke out of Arkham?" Jason asked in confusion. 

"Right, let's go! I have a hunch on where he is!" Peter jumped out the window and all the bats went after him. Peter laughed as he started to fly, catching himself just a few feet from the ground. 

"I hate it when he does that." Jason complained worried over how risky Sparrow always was with his flying techniques. A tumble of agreements followed his statement as they all followed Sparrow swiftly. It wasn't long until they found the Joker. 

"Oh hey Batsy! I see you've brought your whole brood." Joker laughed surrounded by goons. Then the Joker spotted Sparrow. 

"You brought the sparrow as well!" Joker yelled out in panic beginning to run but Peter took him down in a matter of seconds. 

"I caught him for you Bats!" Peter said, dropping the Joker at Batman's feet. Cass and Steph looked at their new brood member in shock as Peter had knocked the Joker out with one punch and then continued to go after the Joker's goons who were shooting at him and running. 

The bats barely managed to join the fight before the goons were all unconscious and piled up in front of Batman as well. Bruce didn't even move an inch. Sparrow landed on the top of the pile of bodies and looked very proud of his work. 

"Are any of them dead?" Bruce asked flatly. 

"Nope! All still alive and breathing!" Sparrow said proudly. 

"Good job Sparrow. Do you want to build your phone now?" Bruce asked and Sparrow took off into the air again. 

"Let's go!" Sparrow yelled as he dove between Bruce and Jason. Jason had to rush after Peter, leaving all his siblings behind. Sparrow flew fast and Jason could barely keep up as he grappled back to Peter's lab. 

"You make a list of materials and I'll have them sent up. I really must go now. I do have things to do. Farewell." Bruce said his goodbye and left them alone. 

"Bye bats!" Sparrow shouted after him. 

"So why are you not allowing B to just buy you a phone?" Jason asked Sparrow. 

"Because I know how to make one better than the ones that are available." Peter said matter of factly while working on his list. 

"And when did you learn to build your own phone?" Jason asked curiously. 

"Like years ago I figured it out on my own and have been improving my design ever since." Peter said, continuing to write. 

"What do you call it?" Jason asked curiously. 

"The Parker Proof-phone." Peter said and Jason tilted his head at him. 

"Parkerproof?" Jason questioned and Peter tensed then nodded a bit. 

"Yeah, that's... a friend I used to know. He was always dropping it so I had to make it nearly indestructible." Peter said, his wings surrounding himself like a shield. 

Whoever this Parker person was clearly important to Peter. 

"Do you still know him?" Jason asked gently. 

"Yeah, he's pretty hard not to know." Peter chuckled to himself. 

"Do you know where he is now? Maybe we could visit him." Jason suggested and Peter tensed again. 

"I know where he isn't and we don't need to visit him. He's probably busy anyway." Peter chuckled nervously. 

"Why don't you want me to meet him?" Jason asked worriedly. 

"It's not that I don't want you to meet him, it's just... he doesn't want the attention." Peter said, his wings twitching in nervousness. 

Peter was asking about meta's before. 

"Peter, is your friend a meta?" Jason asked and Peter tensed. 

"No!" Peter shouted and Jason sighed. 

"Hey, it's okay. It's okay if he is a meta. I won't try to go after him." Jason did his best to calm Peter down. 

"Are you sure?" Peter asked nervously. 

"I'm sure. I promise I won't hurt him." Jason said and Peter relaxed some. 

"Even though he's a meta?" Peter asked and Jason nodded. 

"Even then. It's okay. I won't hurt your friend." Jason reassured him again. 

"Okay, good." Peter said relaxing some. 

"So what powers does your friend have?" Jason asked curiously. 

"Uh... he has super strength." Peter answered hesitantly. 

"That's cool. Does he live in Gotham?" Jason asked. 

"Yeah, well sort of. He doesn't really have a home per say." Peter said, shrugging. 

"Does he need help?" Jason asked worriedly. 

"No! I mean no. He... we talk and he's doing fine." Peter said and Jason looked at him in confusion. 

Why is Peter being so protective of his friend? Was Parker making Peter lie for him?

"How long have you known this Parker?" Jason asked, trying not to sound as angry as he was. 

"Pretty much my whole life." Peter said, looking away from him. 

"Has he ever hurt you?" Jason asked gently. 

"No, I mean bad things happened because of him but he never tried to hurt me on purpose." Peter said and Jason frowned. 

"Why haven't any of us met him yet?" Jason asked and Peter tensed. 

"No reason, it's just... he's a meta and he doesn't quite trust you yet." Peter said hesitantly. 

Some friend who left Peter alone with the bats he doesn't trust. 

"When did you last see him?" Jason asked furiously. 

"A couple nights ago." Peter said and Jason huffed. 

"He visits you when we're away?" Jason asked and Peter nodded. 

"Only some nights." Peter shrugged casually. 

"Does he know you're Sparrow?" Jason asked and Peter tilted his head slightly. 

"Yeah, he knows." Peter said, tensing up a bit more. 

"Do you want him to leave you alone?" Jason asked, making sure Peter knew Jason would defend him. 

"No, he's my friend. I trust him with my life." Peter said and Jason frowned. 

"And you're sure I can't meet him?" Jason asked. 

"Not possible." Peter shook his head and Jason frowned. 

"Alright. What do you need for your phone?" Jason asked, moving on. 

"These things." Peter said, handing him his list of materials. Jason took the list and started retrieving what Peter needed to build his phone. 

Jason brought the materials he gathered back to Peter. Peter was tweaking his wings and sharpening the tips. 

"Hey Sparrow. I got your stuff." Jason greeted him. Peter looked up at him then bounded over, taking the materials happily. 

"Thanks Red Hood!" Sparrow thanked him and immediately got to work. 

"Sparrow, why can't I meet Parker?" Jason asked after a bit of silence. Peter immediately tensed and looked at him in distrust. 

"Because he doesn't trust you yet." Peter said defensively. 

"I just want to talk to him." Jason said, trying to sound non-threatening. 

"No, Parker is my friend and he's not going to agree to meet you." Peter said defensively. 

"Okay, that's okay. I won't ask again." Jason said and Peter relaxed getting back to work. 

"What do you want with him anyway?" Peter asked skeptically. 

"I just wanted to meet him. Maybe get to know him more." Jason said and Peter rolled his eyes. 

"You do not need to meet him. He's a bit of a hermit and has trust issues." Peter said and Jason looked at him worriedly. 

"Why are you so protective of him?" Jason asked in confusion. 

"He's my friend and he's been there for me for all my life." Peter said and Jason tilted his head but left the subject alone. 

Peter went back to work and Jason was still confused on who this Parker person was but felt like he needed to figure it out because Jason didn't know how long Peter was meeting this Parker person in secret. 

Jason texted his family telling them of this new Parker character. 

RH: Sparrow said he's been meeting a meta named Parker at night. 

B: I'll look into it. 

NW: how did none of us notice? 

R: No one visited Sparrow when he slept at the manor. 

RR: what powers does the meta have? 

RH: Peter said super strength but I think he has more abilities than that. 

RR: do you think Parker might be connected to Spiderman 

RH: not sure. Don't accuse him of anything though. Sparrow is very protective of Parker. 

Jason looked back at Peter and saw him with all the workings of his new phone nearly finished.Peter worked fast and it looked like he knew exactly what he was doing. 

Jason is going to figure out who this Parker is and make sure he doesn't ever hurt Peter. 

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Peter was nervous. 

He probably could have told Jason that Parker is his last name but he freaked out and lied. He didn't mean to lie but the fear of people finding out his name didn't go away. He wasn't allowed to be Peter Parker in this universe. He was barely still Spider-man in this universe. 

He was losing his identity and his connection to his own universe. A universe who doesn't remember him. Peter didn't want to be anyone here. He was Passerine Sparrow now. Maybe Passerine Sparrow is all he will be in this universe. 

Peter finished making his phone and did the last touches on his wings. 

"Let's head back to the manor for lunch." Jason said and Peter nodded. 

He doesn't deserve the bats' kindness. They don't even know who he is. 

Peter flew out the window and headed to the manor. 

"Peter, are you okay?" Jason asked him as Peter landed on the front door step. 

"Yeah, just peachy." Peter said, trying to clear his head. 

"It's okay, I'm here if you ever want to talk." Jason offered and Peter frowned. 

"Why?" Peter asked not seeing why Jason even cared. 

"You've been through the pits, like me." Jason said and Peter gazed at him. 

"I believe he is trying to say he relates to you." Karen informed him. 

"You don't know anything about me." Peter said, still not understanding his compassion. 

"Sparrow, I might not know a lot about you but I could tell you needed help. You don't deserve to suffer alone." Jason said and Peter shifted his wings uncomfortably. 

"Thanks." Peter thanked him shortly and walked inside. Jason followed him in and they went to the dining room together. 

"Master Peter, good to see you again." Alfred greeted him. 

"You too Mr. Pennyworth." Peter greeted him shortly. 

"So Peter, what have you been up to?" Bruce asked once he noticed him. 

"Stuff." Peter said shorty and zoned out for the rest of the conversation. 

All he does is work on stuff at Wayne Labs and fight crime. He doesn't have a life. This family doesn't need him to rain on their parade. He's grateful for the Wayne family for feeding him food and giving him a place to eat but he doesn't really belong. 

They shouldn't trust him. He's keeping secrets from them. They don't even know he's from another universe. 

"Sparrow!" Peter jolted up at his name and looked at Dick who said it. 

"What?" Peter asked, looking at him in confusion. 

"I've called your name like five times. Are you okay?" Dick asked worriedly. 

"Fine." Peter said and brought his wings around him as the Wayne family looked at him in concern. 

"Do you need to talk?" Dick asked and Peter shook his head. 

"No. I'm fine." Peter insisted. 

He didn't need to bother them with his problems. 

"Peter-" Peter groaned in annoyance zoning out again. 

Why do any of them even care? He should leave before his Parker Luck strikes again. 

"Sparrow, follow me." Bruce's voice made him snap to attention and he did so without a fight. 

What does Bruce want him for? 

They walked to an office space and Peter recognized it as Bruce's office. Bruce closed the door and Peter got a little nervous. 

Is he in trouble for something? 

"Sparrow, you haven't responded to your name once and you barely ate anything. What's going on with you?" Bruce asked and Peter shifted uncomfortably. 

"I just... I don't understand why you all care so much about me. I'm a nobody. You barely know me." Peter said and Bruce nodded in thought. 

"Sparrow, we care about you because you're not nobody. You are The Passerine Sparrow. You learned how to make yourself fly. You are an amazing fighter. You don't see how amazing you are." Bruce complimented him and Peter scoffed, blushing lightly. 

"Sure we barely know you and we want to watch over you and train you because you are dangerous. But we learned enough to know that you shouldn't be on your own. You are important Sparrow and you do exist." Bruce said and Peter was speechless. Bruce went silent just observing him. 

Bruce saw him as a threat. An important threat. Peter supposes that is true. Why was Bruce being so kind then? 

Bruce didn't want to be on his bad side. He wanted Peter to be his ally in battle. He wanted a teammate to help fight off threats. 

Peter was starting to see how Bruce found him valuable. Bruce wanted him for his smarts and his skills. A soldier to boss around. 

"I'm not your soldier." Peter scowled, glaring at Bruce. 

"I know. You are very independent." Bruce said and Peter paused. 

Bruce knew Peter wouldn't listen to him. 

"Why do you keep me around then?" Peter asked in confusion. 

"Sparrow, you have so much potential. I don't want you to be manipulated by evil people. The safest place for you is under my roof." Bruce said seriously. 

He supposes that makes sense. Bruce doesn't want him turning into a super villain. 

"Okay, I understand." Peter said satisfied with Bruce's reasoning. 

"Okay?" Bruce sounded confused. 

"I won't run away. You can continue to train me." Peter allowed. 

"You were thinking of running away?!" Bruce asked worriedly. 

"I'm not anymore. Thanks for this talk Bruce." Peter thanked him and turned to leave.

"Hold up Sparrow." Bruce said and Peter stopped in his step. Peter heard Bruce stand up from his chair and approach him. 

"I want you to understand that your past matters as well. I know you don't want to talk about your past but I think you should at least trust someone with your past." Bruce said and Peter refused to turn back towards him. 

"I'll think about it." Peter said not sure if he trusted any of the bats enough to talk about his past. Peter left the room and Bruce followed him out. They returned to the dining room and Peter finished his lunch. 

"Have you perfected your wings yet?" Tim asked him excitedly. 

"They will always need improvements but yes. I believe I can start working on your wings." Peter said knowing what Tim wanted. 

"Yes! Can we start today?" Tim asked excitedly. 

"Sure, do you want to head over now?" Peter asked and Tim nodded. 

"Sparrow, please use the door and don't jump out the window again." Bruce pleaded. 

"Fine, race you there!" Peter used the window anyway. Jason and Tim went after him while Bruce sighed in disappointment. 

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Tim was super excited. He was going to get his own pair of wings! 

Tim arrived at the lab expecting to go straight into the building like they did for Peter's wings but the first thing Peter did was ask him to lift weights and stretch. Peter then measured him and poked and prodded him. Tim felt like a test subject as Peter tested his limits and scanned him with multiple devices. At one point Peter even put him on a scale measuring his weight. Peter then asked to weigh all of Tim's tools and weapons. 

"So uh... how exactly is this supposed to help in the building process?" Tim asked as it's been a couple hours and they haven't actually been building anything yet. 

"I'm doing calculations Red. I need to understand how you move and how much power I should put in your wings so they don't rip you apart." Peter said seriously and Tim gulped in fear and worry. 

"Your wings could have ripped you apart?!" Tim yelled in realization. 

"It was always a risk but I made sure that didn't happen." Peter said and Tim only calmed down slightly, letting Peter do as many tests as he wanted. 

"Okay, that's it for today." Peter said getting done with the last of his equations. 

"But you don't even have blueprints yet." Tim complained sadly. 

"No, but I have finished all the important equations. Tomorrow we'll work on the small stuff and build a frame for your wings." Peter explained and Tim pouted as he realized he was going to have to wait a long while until he could officially fly. 

"Peter, how long will this take?" Tim asked but Peter didn't answer him. 

"Peter?" Tim questioned but Peter wasn't focusing. Peter was adjusting his own wings. "Peter." Tim called out for him but Peter didn't respond. 

Why wasn't Peter responding to his name? 

"Sparrow." Tim tried and Peter perked up looking at him. 

"What did you say?" Peter asked him. 

"How long do you think it's going to take to complete my wings?" Tim asked him. 

"Don't know. Maybe a few weeks. It will be a while till you can actually use them because I need to teach you how to fly." Peter said and Tim looked at him in surprise. 

"Teach me how to fly?" Tim asked in confusion. 

"You can't just learn like I did. I need to teach you properly so you don't crash. I also need to test how fast you can do equations while flying." Peter said and Tim looked at him startled. 

"Do equations while flying? What do you mean? Why would I need to do that?" Tim asked in confusion. 

"Think of it like grappling. You do math to make those swings right?" Peter asked and Tim looked at him in confusion. 

"Yes..." Tim answered slowly and Peter shook his head in disbelief. 

"Okay on patrol we're going over aerodynamics and a few other things so you don't crash and kill yourself." Peter said and Tim pouted. 

"I don't need to learn aerodynamics." Tim said huffing. 

"Do you even know the basics of aerodynamics?" Peter asked him. 

"Yes." Tim lied a bit. He dropped out of school and has never studied aerodynamics before. 

"Really? Can you tell me one thing about aerodynamics?" Peter asked him. 

"It involves air." Tim said shamefully. 

"I'm teaching you aerodynamics." Peter said and Tim groaned in complaint. 

"Fine." Tim said and as they went on patrol Peter taught and quizzed him everything about aerodynamics and how to calculate when to flap the wings to get the most lift. Peter also made sure Tim understood that how he held his wings was extremely important as well. 

Tim learned that flying is not as simple as Peter makes it look and flying took a lot of thought process. Tim also learned that Peter is an absolute genius. Peter could do complex equations in his head so quickly and even took Tim through a step by step or what he does just for one dive and wing flap. 

It was overly complicated and Tim kept up as well as he could. Tim has a feeling it's going to take a long while for him to actually learn to fly and get up to Peter's level of control. 

Then they ran into Poison Ivy and Tim got to watch Sparrow fight. Tim watched in awe as Peter not only used his wings to fly but used them as weapons as well. Tim started taking notes so when he learned to fly he could use his wings as well as Peter did. 

"It's dinner time you should wrap this up." Jason told Peter. Peter nodded then knocked out Poison Ivy with one hit. 

"Could you have done that this whole time?" Tim asked him in surprise. 

"Yes, I was just hearing her out before and making sure you learned a few things about fighting with wings." Peter said and Tim nodded, accepting the fact that Peter was an amazing fighter, probably better than Bruce. 

"You need to spar with B!" Tim said excitedly as they headed back to the manor. 

"You want me to spar with Batman?" Peter asked in confusion. 

"Yes!" Tim and Jason said at the same time. 

"Alright." Peter said and Tim was excited. 

They arrived at the manor and Tim watched Peter excitedly as they entered the dining room. 

"Bruce, your kids want me to spar with you." Peter said and Bruce smiled. 

"With weapons?" Bruce asked, sounding excited himself. Peter looked at his wings then nodded. 

"Any and all weapons are allowed." Peter said and Bruce smirked. 

"Are we fighting until knock out?" Bruce asked. 

"No, just until the other person taps out." Peter said and Bruce nodded. 

"I know you are a rather skilled fighter but don't you dare hold back on me old man." Peter said and Tim snickered in excitement. 

"I don't intend to chum." Bruce said and Tim couldn't wait to watch this fight. 

With the upcoming fight ahead of them they ate fairly quickly then everyone gathered in the Batcave to watch the fight. 

Tim brought popcorn and bets were placed as Peter and Bruce approached the mats, fully armed and ready to fight. Peter bowed, with his wings spread out and Bruce bowed as well. 

"Ready! Fight!" Dick called out and Bruce was the first to attack. Peter was fast though and dodged the batarang that was thrown at him. Peter seemed to dodge at first, not attacking at all. Bruce didn't hold back though and got a few hits in. 

After about a minute Peter changed tactics and started attacking Bruce back. Bruce only lasted a few seconds before he was pinned on the ground and trapped under Peter's weight. Bruce struggled to fight back but Peter put him in a very painful position and his wings were positioned just right to cut off the circulation in Bruce's legs. Bruce went limp but Peter didn't let up. 

After a few seconds Bruce yelled out in pain and raised his arm. They all gasped as Bruce tapped out and Peter immediately released him. Peter flapped his wings, flying into the air then landing a few feet away. 

"How did you learn to do that?" Bruce asked as he slowly sat up, still looking in pain. 

"I taught myself. Plus my mentor taught me the most valuable lesson in fighting. Figure out how your opponent fights first then counter attack fast and with accuracy. Everyone has their weaknesses and it's just a matter of figuring out what they are. The human body has many." Peter said proudly. 

"You almost paralyzed me. How did you know how much pressure to make sure I wasn't permanently damaged?" Bruce asked, stretching his legs. 

"Oh that's easy. I took a class in anatomy when I was still in school. It did take a while to figure out the equation for how much damage to do to knock someone out because everyone's head size is different but I can figure it out pretty quickly." Peter said and Bruce tilted his head at him. 

"Equation?" Bruce asked. 

"Oh, Sparrow does a bunch of equations in his head when flying! He's a genius!" Tim explained excitedly. 

"You what?" Bruce asked in surprise. 

"I do equations while flying. How else do you think I fly? This is a neurolink. I have complete control of my wings. Nothing about my wings is automatic." Peter said and Bruce looked at him like he was insane. 

"Yeah, Sparrow was teaching me about aerodynamics so when I get my wings I can actually fly too." Tim added happily. 

"Do you have any safety features at all?" Bruce asked Sparrow in concern. 

"My wings can stop any bullet or blast if that's what you're talking about. Also I've added a floaty button in my suit in case I crash into water and can't tell which way is up." Peter said and Bruce frowned at him. 

"What if you accidentally crash into a building or the ground!" Bruce yelled at him. 

"Hey, I've crashed into plenty of buildings in the past and I'm fine." Peter said and Tim looked at him in concern. 

"What if your wings stop working?!" Bruce asked in concern. 

"Grappling hooks." Peter said, showing off the grappling hook connected to his arm. 

"What if you're knocked out?" Bruce asked. 

"If my AI notices I'm unconscious I trust her to land me safely." Peter said and everyone paused. 

"You made an AI?" Dick asked, impressed. 

"My mentor made the AI. I just improved her." Peter said, chuckling nervously. 

"Who was your mentor?" Dick asked and Peter froze. 

"I... uh... well... Mr. Stark. He died." Peter said very hesitantly. 

"What happened to him?" Tim asked worriedly. 

"He sacrificed himself to save... me." Peter said and they all looked at him in pity and understanding. 

"Why don't you talk about your past?" Damian asked Peter. 

"I'm scared if I tell you my past, you won't want me here anymore." Peter said and Damian scoffed. 

"Okay, who here has died before?" Dick said and many hands were raised. Peter looked at them in surprise. 

"Okay, who has here has trained to be an assassin?" Dick asked. Peter looked at Damian in concern. 

"Right, who here has lost their parents?" Dick asked and Peter relaxed slightly. 

"Yeah, and who here has killed someone before?" Dick said next and Peter's eyes widened. 

"We won't send you away Peter. We all have a marred past. Nothing in your past will scare us away." Dick comforted him. 

"Even if I... was a meta?" Peter asked shyly. Bruce hugged him and Peter hugged back. 

"Of course not. I would never send you away for that." Bruce said, kissing Peter's forehead. 

"Even if I said I was... from... another universe?" Peter asked hesitantly. 

"I would never send you away. That is unless you want to go back?" Bruce asked and Peter shook his head. 

"I can't go back. You know that wizard, Strange?" Peter asked and Bruce nodded. 

"He made everyone forget who I was then sent me to this universe. I don't exist anymore." Peter admitted and Bruce hugged him again. 

"You exist. You're right here and I promise to take care of you." Bruce promised and Peter smiled, hugging Bruce back. Once Bruce was done Tim and the rest of his siblings brought Peter into a group hug. 

"Thank you for accepting me." Peter thanked them genuinely. 

"Like we would kick out someone as awesome as you." Duke said and Peter chuckled. 

"Okay, that's enough of that." Peter said, pushing them away with his wings. 

"My past isn't important. Just know I've lost everything and I want to move on." Peter said and they nodded in acceptance. 

"Welcome to the family Sparrow." Dick welcomed him and Peter smiled. 

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Peter didn't intend to tell them the truth but they were all so honest and they looked so concerned about him. He took a gamble when telling them the truth and they accepted him. 

After that the bats went out on patrol and Sparrow went to sleep. The next morning Jason woke him up early for breakfast, so they could eat alone. Sparrow enjoyed a large breakfast thanks to Alfred. 

"Sparrow." Sparrow looked up at Jason in confusion. 

"I'm worried about you Sparrow. You've stopped responding to your name." Jason said and Sparrow looked at him in confusion. 

"What do you mean?" Sparrow asked, not understanding. 

"You've stopped responding to Peter. It's like you zone out whenever we call you Peter." Jason told him. 

"What? That's... why would I do that?" Peter asked in confusion. 

"You tell me, Sparrow." Jason said and Peter frowned. 

"I don't know. I haven't noticed. Maybe it's nothing." Peter said and Jason looked at him in concern. 

"Sparrow, do you know your name?" Jason asked and Peter nodded. 

"Yeah, of course I do." Sparrow said and Jason tilted his head. 

"Really what's your name then?" Jason asked him. 

"Passerine Sparrow." Sparrow said and Jason frowned at him. 

"Your real name, Sparrow." Jason said. 

"I'm Peter." Peter said after a bit. 

"And your last name?" Jason asked and Peter hesitated. 

He already gave his last name to Spider-Man. 

"Stark. Peter Stark." Peter said, taking Tony's last name as his own. 

"He was your father." Jason said in realization and Peter chuckled softly. 

He always wished Tony was his dad. 

"Yeah, he taught me a lot." Peter said fondly. 

He wishes he could still be in Tony's arms. Working with him in the lab with him. Staying over to watch movies with him. Tony was like a father to him. 

"I'm sorry, Sparrow." Jason said and Peter sighed sadly. Jason hugged him and Peter hugged back, wishing he had Tony back for just a moment. 

"I miss him so much." Peter said, letting Jason hold him. 

"Listen I don't know what you've been through but know that I'm here for you. You're not alone in this world." Jason comforted him. 

"Thanks Jason." Peter thanked him genuinely. 

"Anything for you Sparrow." Jason said, looking him in the eye. 

"I should probably work on Tim's wings today." Peter said moving forward. 

"What about your plans for that raft thing?" Jason asked him. 

"Oh, my supermax prison! I almost forgot about that! That reminds me, I want to talk to the JL. They all have superpowers and I feel like building the R.A.F.T will be faster with their help." Sparrow proposed determinedly. 

"How big is this prison?" Jason asked him. 

"Pretty big and we have to build it out in the middle of the ocean so it might take time." Sparrow said getting out his phone and showing off the blueprints to Jason with a 3D projection.

"Right, I've actually been thinking you should probably just send these to B and he'll take care of it." Jason suggested. 

"I don't know if you gathered this but the technology in my universe is a lot more advanced than the technology in this one. I need to help directly if we ever intend for the R.A.F.T to get done." Peter said almost hesitating to explain himself before he remembered that they already knew and it was okay to talk about his universe. 

"Right, and when do you intend to live an actual normal life?" Jason asked and Sparrow frowned. 

"My life isn't normal and it never will be again. I'm sure I can think about that after the R.A.F.T is done." Sparrow said and Jason frowned at him in concern. 

"Okay, you tell B that. Let's just head to the lab before Replacement yells at me for delaying you arriving at the lab." Jason said and Sparrow smiled and flew out of the window. 

"Wait for me Sparrow!" Jason yelled at him. 

"What? I thought you said you didn't want to delay?" Sparrow teased Jason chuckling. Jason glared and Sparrow laughed flying ahead. Sparrow arrived at the lab and found Tim drinking a large cup of coffee and waiting for him. 

"You certainly look 100% awake." Sparrow greeted him. 

"I'm perfectly fine. Now let's get to work." Tim said, jumping into work and Sparrow joined him without another thought. 

Before they even started building, Peter had to do a lot more equations to account for Tim's weaker form and lack of a spider sense. That led to Peter working on making a new AI for Tim and putting in a bunch of protocols in case Tim crashed or was about to. 

Tim only helped slightly and mostly watched trying to understand but not keeping up. Peter decided he should let Tim name his AI by himself so he skipped over the name for now and focused on building a new AI. 

Tony already taught him the basics and Peter even once created a small AI that he called Flippy, for his ability to flip the tiny robot body Peter made for him. Peter couldn't wait to find out what Tim will name his AI. 

"Didn't you say we would make the frame for my wings today?" Tim asked as it was past lunchtime and they have still yet to build anything solid. 

"I'm making sure you don't accidentally kill yourself just trust me." Peter said and Tim huffed but went silent. 

"I brought back food, maybe you could take a small break?" Jason arrived with Batburger and Peter reluctantly stopped to eat but was still focused on his work while Tim and Jason talked. 

"Karen, can you watch over Tim's AI and help her learn about flying and taking care of a human?" Peter asked Karen. 

"Of course I will." Karen answered. 

"Good, let's try not to have another Ultron incident." Peter said and Karen hummed in agreement. 

"Ultron incident?" Tim asked in confusion. 

"An AI made from the mindstone that tried to destroy all life on Earth and almost succeeded too but the Avengers stopped him." Peter said casually. 

"Almost succeeded?!" Tim shouted in concern. 

"Well yeah, he built himself a robot army who were all him then took a city, Scovia, and brought it up into the sky and was going to chuck it back down to create a huge world ending event, like what happened with the dinosaurs. But before it could plummet into the Earth Mr. Stark and Thor blew it up after evacuating everyone." Peter explained. 

"Your dad blew up a city?" Jason questioned him. 

"It was an empty city and was going to kill a lot of people if it hit the Earth. Plus he had help from Thor, remember." Peter defended Tony. 

"And when you say Thor you mean...?" Tim trailed off and Peter sighed. 

"Thor, mythical god of thunder. Has a hammer that only the worthy can pick up. King of Asgard." Peter explained as they looked at him in disbelief. 

"You know Thor right?" Peter asked them in worry. 

Did Thor not exist here? 

"Yeah, we know Thor. I mean we know about him. But he's just a myth in this universe." Jason explained. 

"Huh, that's not surprising. I am pretty sure my universe is a lot different than here." Peter said in disappointment. 

"Sounds like it. Did you ever get invaded by aliens?" Tim asked in interest. 

"Twice as far as I know but I did once go over all the SHIELD documents and found that we got invaded by a species called the Skrull. Not sure how true that was because it was buried deep in their files and Fury yelled at me for it." Peter chuckled. 

"Shield?" Tim questioned him. 

"Super secret government organization that was taken over by HYDRA and the ones who formed the Avengers." Peter explained for them. 

"Hydra! Like the mythical creature?" Jason asked. 

"Sort of they were more like more evil and more technologically advanced Nazis." Peter explained then glanced over at Tim and Jason and saw them looking at him in concern. 

"The Avengers defeated them eventually." Peter said to calm them down. 

"And who were the Avengers?" Tim asked him. 

"A group of superheroes consisting of a super soldier, two super spies, a guy who can turn into a green rage monster, Ironman, and the god of thunder. There were a bunch more heroes that came into existence but I officially became an Avenger when I went to space with Ironman and the wizard who exiled me here." Peter explained knowing just saying their names would mean nothing to them. 

"And Ironman is?" Tim asked. 

"My mentor, he built a super powered suit when he escaped his kidnappers in Afghanistan." Peter answered not believing he had to explain this. 

Sure he is from a different universe but they didn't need to know everything did they? 

"And how many world ending events have you faced?" Jason asked. 

"Uhh, two or three if you count the time Quinten Beck tried to kill me and the consequences of what he did almost led to the end of the multiverse. That was sort of my fault though. I just couldn't shut my stupid mouth." Peter said in self depreciation. 

"What the fuck? How is you talking too much lead to the end of the multiverse?" Jason asked in concern. 

"First of all language and second of all Strange was doing a spell for everyone to forget who I was then he had to redo it a bunch of times because I didn't want my friends or aunt to forget me and that made the spell unstable and... it sort of escaped and tore the multiverse apart." Peter explained guiltily. 

"I'm going to hug you." Tim said and Peter let himself be hugged. 

"I'm going to patrol." Peter said after Tim was done hugging him. 

"Okay, don't fly... ahead." Jason said as Peter jumped out the window and flew to the nearest crime. 

Sparrow let himself focus on the here and now as he fought the criminals of Gotham. His past doesn't matter. He's in a new universe now and has to defend it.

Sparrow patrolled all of Gotham barely letting Jason or any or the other bats keep up with him. He ran into another villain of Gotham called the Riddler and took him down pretty easily, solving the riddles swiftly and stopping him from doing any damage to Gotham. Bruce offered his assistance but Sparrow ignored him doing things his own way. 

Sparrow enjoyed dinner with the Wayne family then decided to go out as Spider-Man during the night. Sneaking out using his wings was easy and then finding a dark alleyway to change wasn't all that difficult. 

Peter let himself focus on the small criminals of the night as Spider-Man and made sure the bats didn't find him. Peter also managed to add some cloaking to his wings before so hiding in the shadows was never easier. 

When he returned to the manor it was nearly an hour until sunrise. He flew to his window already with his Spider-Man suit off. 

"Alfred." Peter greeted him in surprise as he was waiting in his room for him. 

"Master Peter, why did you decide to go out at night? I was worried sick over you." Alfred said and Peter ducked his head guiltily. 

"I'm sorry Mr. Pennyworth." Sparrow apologized to him. 

"Next time give me a warning and stay safe. Were you hurt?" Alfred asked him. 

"No, not seriously anyway. Just some bruises." Sparrow shrugged. 

"Let me see." Alfred insisted and Peter sighed but let Alfred go over his injuries. 

"What happened to your back?" Alfred gently touched the scars on his back and Peter flinched. 

"A Vulture dug his claws into my back. Along with dropping a building on me." Peter admitted flinching again as Alfred examined his scars. 

"I'm sorry." Alfred apologized, keeping away from the scars and Peter took a deep breath to keep his calm. Alfred didn't question him when finding his other scars and put some ice on his bruises then let him sleep. 

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~~~Alfred~~~

Alfred was very worried. Peter had a lot of scars. From gunshot scars to burn scars Peter was damaged. He collected a lot of scars over the years that reminded him of Bruce but worse because the kid was only 17 but already had too many scars to count. Alfred could tell they were all from different incidents as well. Peter's universe wasn't kind to him at all. 

"Master Bruce, I worry over Master Peter." Alfred said, sharing his concerns. 

"Worried? Why?" Bruce asked in confusion. 

"His scars." Alfred answered shortly. 

"Scars?" Bruce asked in confusion. 

"They are worse than your own, Bruce." Alfred said and Bruce froze, tensing up. 

"Worse? How can they be... worse?" Bruce asked, tensing up. 

"I fear for his mental stability, sir." Alfred replied. 

"Where is he?" Bruce asked tensely. 

"Asleep. He went out at night. I fear he's distancing himself from us." Alfred answered. 

"Oh, Sparrow. My precious sparrow." Bruce said to himself, bowing his head. 

"I might suggest making him an identity in this universe." Alfred suggested gently. 

"Yes, thank you Alfred." Bruce thanked him genuinely. 

"My pleasure." Alfred said hoping their sparrow would be alright. 

~~~Dick~~~

Dick wasn't all that worried about Sparrow. Bruce despite saying he wasn't going to steal Peter did so anyway and Dick wasn't all that equipped to take care of Sparrow himself. Out of his family he thinks he's the least equipped to take care of a traumatized sparrow from a different universe. Somehow even Damian was doing better than him. 

He didn't find the time to take care of and watch over Sparrow. That led to Bruce taking his days and Dick losing custody. 

He wanted to be there for Sparrow but he was busy, very busy. 

He hated that he didn't make time for Sparrow and couldn't afford to do so. Sparrow was precious and very sad and traumatized. Dick couldn't provide for him though. He couldn't cook like Jason, he was too busy to hang out with Sparrow unlike the rest of his siblings. He couldn't even keep up with Sparrow on patrol like Bruce managed to do a few times. He hated losing Sparrow to Bruce but knew he couldn't care for the sparrow like Bruce could. 

~~~Damian~~~

Ever since Damian found out Peter had nightmares he kept an extra eye on him at all times. Peter's mental health is deteriorating and Damian is cooking up a plan to help Peter get better. 

~~~Tim~~~

Tim knew Peter wasn't fine. They all noticed when Peter stopped responding to his name and only responded to Sparrow. Plus the amount of trauma that he dumped on them was insane. Tim was already planning out a way to help Peter through this situation and help him feel more welcome in this universe. 

~~~Bruce~~~

Bruce checked on his sparrow often refusing to leave his sparrow alone. Alfred said he went out at night alone. His sparrow was hiding and running. Bruce couldn't let his sparrow feel unwelcome. He needs to make sure Peter knows that he belongs here and still exists. 

Bruce checked on his sparrow and frowned as he saw his sparrow tossing and turning in his sleep. Bruce entered the room and watched over him as he slept, comforting Peter when he woke up because of his nightmares. 

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Peter woke up screaming as he often did now. Nightmares plagued his mind for years now and they were always seeming to get worse. 

"It's okay, Peter, you're safe." A deep voice said and Peter didn't recognize this man. 

Who was he? Where was he? Was he still dreaming? Was he still hallucinating? He thought he got rid of those!

"You're not real!" Peter shouted at the man expecting him to vanish but he didn't. He just looked at him with worry in his eyes. 

"Sparrow, it's me Bruce." Bruce said and the memories came flooding back. 

Coming to this world. Getting to know the bats. Them accepting him, giving him shelter, food, safety. 

"Bruce?" Peter asked, still a little unsure if this was real or not. 

"Yeah, you're at the manor. You're safe." Bruce reminded him and Peter nodded. 

"You're real, right?" Peter asked and Bruce gently grabbed his hand. 

"I'm real." Bruce said and Peter calmed down from his panic, Bruce grounding him. 

"You're real." Peter hugged Bruce and Bruce hugged back tightly. 

"I'm real. This is real." Bruce comforted him. 

"Don't... Don't go please." Peter pleaded. 

"I won't. I'm right here. I'm not leaving you." Bruce reassured him. 

"I don't wanna go." Peter said, remembering his death, turning to dust. 

"You're right here. You exist. You're right here. You don't have to go anywhere." Bruce said and Peter crashed, his whole brain shutting down. 

"Peter? Peter, are you awake? Sparrow. Sparrow wake up. It's okay, please wake up." Bruce shook him and Peter blinked rapidly trying to get function back in his brain. 

"Sparrow!" Bruce yelled and Sparrow shot up looking at him in alarm. 

"Bruce! What are you doing here?" Sparrow asked in confusion. 

"You were dreaming, or having a nightmare. I couldn't get you to wake up." Bruce said, looking at him worriedly. 

"Right, I'm still dreaming." Peter said and Bruce looked at him worriedly. 

"Sparrow, you're awake. Uh- read this." Bruce grabbed a book from the shelf then gave it to him. 

"Why?" Sparrow asked in confusion. 

"You can't read in dreams. Your brain won't allow it." Bruce informed him and Peter sighed. 

That did sound reasonable. 

"Okay." Sparrow said and opened the book to a random page. Peter saw that he could read the words perfectly and it made sense. 

"I'm awake?" Sparrow asked and Bruce nodded. 

"Are you sure?" Peter asked and Bruce sighed. 

"If this was a dream and you knew you were dreaming you could do the impossible. Just think it and it would come into existence. Do you want to try that?" Bruce asked and Peter nodded. 

Something impossible, the infinity stones in his hands. 

Peter thought about that but when he opened his eyes there were no infinity stones. Just his room, Bruce, and the book. 

"Do you believe me yet?" Bruce asked and Peter looked down at the book again and read a new page. 

Still comprehensible. Still real. 

"Yeah, I believe you. Sorry. My nightmares can get really bad sometimes." Peter apologized guiltily. 

"I didn't even think you could actually understand me when you woke up screaming. Then you fell asleep so quickly after I was so worried. Does this happen a lot?" Bruce asked, looking at him worriedly. 

"Yeah, sorry." Peter apologized feeling like a burden. 

"It's okay. Do you want to talk about it?" Bruce asked and Peter shivered. 

"No, not really." Peter said, raising his wings in defense. 

"Can I hug you?" Bruce asked and Peter nodded. Bruce hugged him and let Peter bury his face into his shoulder. 

They eventually got up for breakfast and Peter was greeted by Dick, Tim, Damian, Duke, and Jason in the morning. They all came to breakfast and Peter felt a little worried. 

Was he in trouble for something? 

"So what's the plan for today, Sparrow?" Tim asked him. 

"I was hoping to set up a Justice League meeting to discuss the R.A.F.T. That or work on your wings more." Peter said nonchalantly. 

"I'll call a meeting. How does eight thirty tonight sound?" Bruce asked and Peter nodded. 

"Sounds great! That means we can head to the lab after breakfast and Tim can help me on his wings." Peter said excitedly. 

"Help? Me, help you? Are you sure because last time I was pretty lost." Tim said nervously. He was smart, he should have been able to keep up but Peter was smarter. 

"Of course! Don't worry, you won't have to do much." Peter reassured him and Tim sighed in relief. 

"May I join?" Damian asked shyly. 

"Since it's the weekend, sure." Jason said and Peter smiled. 

Maybe today will go okay? 

Peter finished breakfast then exited the manor using the doors but then flew to the lab without waiting for anyone. 

Flying was always so freeing. Peter then felt his spider sense go off and he swerved out of the way. Peter heard a gunshot then realized someone just tried to shoot him out of the sky! 

Peter dove down and looked for his attacker but there were too many people with guns in Gotham and no one was on any rooftops. Peter's spider sense buzzed and he quickly swerved and turned as he was shot at not once but twice this time. Peter flew higher to gain more distance from him and his shooter. 

"Karen, who's attacking me?" Peter asked quickly. 

"I believe a sharpshooter. It may be Deadshot." Karen informed him and Peter sighed. 

"Perfect, just what I need right now." Peter said, looking for the shooter again. Peter spider-sense buzzed and this time he had to avoid three bullets. 

"So, how good is Deadshot at shooting people?" Peter asked, still looking for the sniper. 

"He's known for never missing his target." Karen informed him. 

"I must be pissing him off then." Peter chuckled glad he was messing up Deadshot's perfect record. 

Peter spotted Deadshot this time when he shot four times. Peter dove to his location dodging bullets as he did and then tackled him to the ground. 

"Woah, you look super cool for someone trying to kill me." Peter said as he had Deadshot thoroughly pinned. 

"You're a lot more spry than they say Sparrow. How did you avoid my first shot?" Deadshot asked. 

"Luck, I was just changing directions." Peter said. 

"And all the times after that?" Deadshot asked knowing he should have hit Peter at least once. 

"Fast reflexes. Besides, you were aiming for the wings. They're bulletproof." Peter told him. 

"Bullet proof wings. Wish they would have told me that before they hired me." Deadshot said, sighing. 

"Who did hire you?" Sparrow asked him. 

"Like I would tell you?" Deadshot asked. 

"If you don't I'll cut off your arms and eat them like worms." Sparrow said and Deadshot went silent. 

"It was the Court of Owls, please don't eat my arms!" Deadshot pleaded desperately, very freaked out. 

"Court of Owls, a secret organization of people who wear owl masks and it's basically a creepy powerful owl cult." Karen summarized. 

"Cool! You get to have your arms a bit longer. Try and shoot me again and you won't be so lucky next time!" Sparrow said cheerfully and left Deadshot alone. 

"He's creepier than the Owls." Deadshot commented then he remembered he actually had to arrest this guy. Peter turned back towards him. 

"Wait, I didn't mean it!" Deadshot pleaded as Peter approached him then lifted him up into the air and flew to the nearest police station. Deadshot screamed like a little girl. 

"This man tried to kill me. Make sure he is taken care of." Sparrow commanded them and they nodded, arresting Deadshot immediately. Sparrow then flew swiftly to the labs and was still the first to arrive. 

"Tim, I want you to say hi to your new AI." Sparrow said once Tim arrived. 

"I get an AI? You're giving me an AI?" Tim asked in shock. 

"Hello, Tim." Tim's AI greeted him. 

"Woah, this is so cool!" Tim said excitedly. 

"Manners Tim." Sparrow said, hitting him lightly. 

"Right, sorry. Hi... do you have a name?" Tim asked curiously. 

"No, I was informed you would name me when you're ready." Tim's AI said and Tim nodded. 

"Okay, how about Deborah?" Tim asked. 

"Is that what you wish to name me?" Tim's AI asked. 

"Yes, I think I'll call you Deborah." Tim said, sounding hopeful. 

"That name is acceptable." Deborah said, accepting the new name. 

"Great, you two get to know each other while I start building your wings." Peter said, handing Tim an earpiece that he could talk with Deborah with. 

"Cool!" Tim took the ear piece and immediately started talking excitedly with Deborah while Peter got to work. Eventually Jason and Dick showed up to watch over him and Peter didn't mind their presence. 

It was actually sort of comforting. 

"Peter, why did you give Tim an AI?" Dick asked him. 

"Because, if he doesn't have one he might end up not being able to fly." Peter said and Dick tilted his head at him. 

"You designed the AI to help Tim fly?" Dick asked and Peter nodded. 

"Does your AI help you fly?" Dick asked in curiosity. 

"Only sometimes." Peter answered honestly. 

"Why does he need an AI to fly?" Dick asked and Peter sighed. 

"He's human and flying takes a lot of practice and control. Control normal humans just don't have." Peter explained easily. 

"Right, in other words you're smarter than him?" Dick summarized. 

"I'm smarter than all of you." Peter said and Dick laughed. 

"I brought lunch." Jason said and Peter looked at him in surprise not even noticing he left. 

"Eat you workaholic." Jason said, giving him a whole bag of food. 

"Fine." Peter said and ate the burgers and fries he was given. Peter finished on the skeleton of Tim's wings and took the rest of the time he had to work on the wiring of it all. Bruce and Damian never did end up joining them in the lab. 

"It's time to wrap up. It's dinner, then you have that meeting tonight." Jason said, pulling Peter away from his work. 

"Alright, just give me a second." Peter said finishing the wiring. 

"Come on, Sparrow." Dick said and Peter reluctantly stopped working. Peter flew to the manor leaving Dick, Jason, and Tim behind. 

He has to focus on the R.A.F.T now. He doesn't want to think about what he'll do when he's done with his projects. 

Peter crashes through the window of the manor and takes a deep breath. 

"Master Peter! Are you okay? Is something wrong?" Alfred worried about him and Peter shook his head. 

"I'm fine Alfred." Peter said, shaking the glass off his wings. 

"Sparrow! What happened to you?" Bruce yelled and Peter shook his head again. 

"I'm fine." Sparrow said and sat down at the table. 

"Sparrow, come here." Bruce said and Sparrow complied. 

"What's going on with you?" Bruce said, caressing his face. 

"Nothing, I'm fine." Sparrow said, not looking Bruce in the eyes. 

"Sparrow, look at me." Bruce commanded and Sparrow did so. Bruce was looking at him in worry and Peter flinched back. 

"Stop it!" Peter shouted at him. Bruce quickly let go of him and backed up a step. 

"Stop what?" Bruce asked in confusion and concern. 

"Just stop it. I'm perfectly fine!" Peter shouted, his wings surrounding him like a shield. 

"You broke my window." Bruce said and Peter sighed. 

"I'm sorry about the window." Peter apologized. 

"Peter, did something happen?" Bruce asked and Peter shook his head. 

"No- I mean Deadshot did try to shoot me out of the sky earlier but I'm fine!" Peter said and Bruce looked at him in shock. 

"Deadshot what?!" Bruce questioned him. 

"Yeah, apparently something called the Court of Owls hired him to kill me." Peter said looking at the window in regret. 

"The Court of Owls tried killing you?" Bruce asked. 

"Yeah, not sure why." Peter said, starting to clean up the broken glass with his wings. 

"Sparrow stop, we need to talk about this." Bruce said in a commanding voice and Peter froze. 

"Why? People have tried to kill me tons of times before." Peter said, not understanding why this was such a big deal. 

"Peter, the Court of Owls sent a trained assassin after you." Bruce pointed out. 

"So? I'm sure I'll figure out who these owls are soon enough." Peter said, fully ready to go out as Spider-Man tonight and take down the cult. 

"Sparrow! It's not normal for the Court of Owls to hire Deadshot to kill you!" Bruce yelled at him. 

"You know this Court of Owls?" Sparrow asked his paranoia picking up. 

"Vaguely, I ran them out of Gotham." Bruce said and Peter nodded taking in that information. 

"Do you know where I can find them?" Peter asked. 

"No, they move around a lot. They are very secretive as well." Bruce said and Peter huffed. 

"That makes them hard to track." Peter said. 

"Yeah and a lot of them are meta's so don't go after them." Bruce said and Peter stared at him.

"They tried to kill me. If I don't go after them, someone else will." Peter said alluding to his secret identity as Spider-Man. 

"What does that mean?" Bruce asked in concern. 

"I have a friend." Peter said vaguely. 

"Your meta friend. Parker?" Bruce said and Peter nodded. 

"Where is he?" Bruce asked and Peter sighed. 

"I don't know." Peter said, shrugging. 

"You've said you've known him all your life. How do you not know where he is?" Jason spoke up, entering the room.

"He's secretive." Peter said, not knowing what to tell them. 

He trusts the Wayne family but he can not let anyone think he is Spider-Man. That is a secret he hopes to take to his grave. Not ever again will anyone find out he's Spider-Man. 

"Why are you protecting him?" Jason asked and Peter glared at him. 

"I need to. He's all I have left of my universe." Peter said and the room went silent. 

"Then allow us to help him. You're not going after him but you think he might go after the Court of Owls. A very dangerous group of people." Bruce said and Peter shook his head. 

"No, he'll be fine. He's always fine. He won't die." Peter said, not wanting to stop being Spider-Man. 

"Let us help him. To make sure he's safe." Bruce said and Peter hesitated. 

"No. It's too dangerous." Peter said having flashbacks of the multiverse tearing apart. 

"Dangerous for who?" Bruce asked gently. 

"For everyone. Parker can't trust anyone. Even me." Peter said, looking down in fear. 

"Did he do something to you?" Jason asked and Peter looked away from him. 

"He saved my life." Peter said, sighing. 

"Who is he to you?" Bruce asked. 

"My friend." Peter said then Jason frowned. 

"You said bad things happened because of him though. You said he hurt you. Why stay friends with him?" Jason asked. 

"He never meant to hurt me. It just sort of happened from time to time." Peter said, defending his alter ego. 

"It just sort of happened? Peter if he's hurting you-"

"He doesn't mean to! It's not his fault!" Peter defended himself, interrupting Bruce. 

"Okay, it's okay. Let's just eat dinner and we will talk about this later." Bruce said and the subject was dismissed. 

He didn't mean to shout. He just didn't want them to be mad at Spider-Man. Maybe he worded things badly but it was a very complicated situation.  

"Hey Sparrow, are you okay?" Damian asked him gently. 

"I'm fine Damian." Peter reassured him. 

"Liar." Damian said and Peter huffed. 

"I'm going out." Peter said quickly, finishing his meal. 

"Sparrow wait!" Bruce tried to stop him. Peter didn't listen and just flew out the broken window. 

He didn't want to be around them. He started to care about them and whenever he cared about something it got taken away or killed. He can't do that to the Wayne family. 

To put them in that kind of danger. This kind of danger that he just seems to attract. The kind of danger that he has to face alone. He can't lose another family. 

Peter flies to the nearest Zeta Tube and hacks his way inside to get to the Watchtower. 

He still has a meeting to attend and a prison to build. Then he can leave. Make sure the Waynes aren't affected by the Parker curse.

"Sparrow? How did you get up here?" Flash questioned him. 

"We have a meeting." Peter said and Flash nodded quickly leading the way to the meeting room. Peter saw Wonderwoman and Martian Manhunter already there and took his seat at the table. 

"Hello Sparrow, is this meeting going to be about you joining us?" Wonderwoman asked. 

"No." Peter answered and got out his phone as he started preparing the plans for the R.A.F.T. 

"What's the R.A.F.T?" Martian Manhunter asked. 

"I will explain when everyone gets here." Peter said continuing to work. 

"Also rude, get out of my head." Peter said glaring at him and Martian Manhunter flinched back. 

"I apologize, my curiosity got the better of me." Martian Manhunter apologized. 

"Don't do it again." Peter said sharply and Martian Manhunter nodded. 

"Wow, you are scarier than Bats." A new person joined them and Peter spared a glance at them. It was the Green Lantern. Peter just continued to work. 

"You know we never got your age, Sparrow." Flash said and Peter ignored him. 

"I see the Sparrow is never late." Green Arrow walked into the room. Peter rolled his eyes and continued to focus on his work. Peter waited patiently working out all the kinks in his plan. 

"Everyone is here." Bruce's voice got through his focus and Peter rolled out his projection in the middle of the table. 

"Here are the plans for a prison called the R.A.F.T. This prison is for the crazies of Gotham to make sure they never escape. This prison will be built in the ocean and protected twenty four seven." Peter started presenting the blueprints and 3D model of the R.A.F.T. 

"Why tell us if this is only for Gotham's villains?" Superman asked. 

"Because you'll be the ones building it. This prison isn't made with your technology. It's built with mine and I don't want to give my technology to a bunch of random strangers who might get this wrong. This is advanced technology and I don't trust anyone else to build such a thing." Peter explained. 

"Why should we make this?" Wonderwoman asked. 

"Because Gotham will continue to go through a cycle of death and destruction if you don't. I've been attacked every single day I spent in Gotham. Things need to change. This is the answer." Peter said seriously. 

"This hardly seems like a Justice League sort of problem." The Flash said and Peter scowled at him. 

"I support Sparrow fully and will pay for the materials needed for the prison." Bruce said in support. 

"This sounds like a lovely little project." Superman said and Peter glared at him. 

"This is not a small project! This is serious!" Peter yelled at him. 

"I'm sure it is, it's just-" Superman cut himself off and Peter glared harder. 

"Just what?" Peter asked venomously. 

"Well, it sounds a bit ridiculous and all this just for the rogues of Gotham? Seriously?" Superman asked and Peter heard Bruce growl. 

"My Sparrow brought you this plan because Gotham needs this. The rogues of Gotham are nothing to laugh at. They kill people, hundreds of innocent lives. Don't you dare say Gotham is a joke compared to what you face because Gotham is still a city that needs help. There are still lives on the line if this doesn't get made." Bruce said seriously, glaring intensely at Superman. 

"Sorry." Superman apologized guiltily. 

"You have my support." Superman said as Bruce continued to glare at him. 

"Mine too." Wonderwoman agreed. 

"As long as it stays near the surface of the ocean I don't mind." Aquaman said, bowing his head. 

"I support this plan fully." Martian Manhunter agreed. 

"Let's build a prison." Flash said happily. 

"I don't know how much help I'll be but I can certainly try." Green Arrow said, nodding. 

"I'll help." Hal Jordan agreed. 

"Then it is agreed. We will all help build this prison." Martian Manhunter said. 

"Perfect, let me run you through the process." Peter said and then started explaining exactly how they would build the R.A.F.T and make it work. 

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Peter helped the Justice League build his version of the R.A.F.T. He was in charge of everything and used his wings to move around more easily. The Justice League listened to him and did exactly what he said. Bruce still tried to get him to open up but Peter wouldn't talk. He didn't want to. He worked on Tim's wings and finished them within the week. 

"Tim, before you go flying, know that you have to be careful." Peter warned him. 

"Careful like you? The first thing you did after getting your wings was jump out the window!" Tim said and Peter chuckled nervously. 

"I learned how to fly the hard way. You don't have to. So let's go to a field and test out your wings." Peter said, putting Tim's wings in a case and picking it up. 

"You're not even going to let me try them on?" Tim asked, whining. 

"I jumped out a window. I'm not giving you the chance to." Peter said seriously. 

"Fine." Tim said and they convinced Bruce to drive them to an empty field so Peter could teach Tim how to fly. They got to the field and Peter let Tim put his wings on. 

"This is so cool." Tim said, spreading his new wings. 

"We're not even in the air yet." Peter chuckled and Tim blushed, embarrassed that he was acting like a little kid. 

"Come on, I'll show you how to lift off and land, then you can try it." Peter said and Tim nodded, watching Peter carefully. Peter flapped his wings lifting off into the air then gilded back down next to Tim. 

"Now you can try." Peter said and Tim nodded looking at his wings determinedly. Tim tried copying Peter's actions but he immediately face planted into the ground, the feeling of his wings being used for the first time to lift him off the ground, scaring him. 

"Woah, you okay Tim?" Peter asked, helping him up. 

"Y-yeah." Tim said, nodding and taking a deep breath. 

"Do you need me to show you again?" Peter asked and Tim nodded. This time Peter went slowly explaining what he did as he did it and Tim was eternally grateful for that. 

"Ready to try again?" Peter asked as he landed. 

"Yeah, I'm ready." Tim said, nervous but excited. Tim made sure to follow Peter's instructions this time and Tim actually got a few feet into the air before he lost balance and fell to the ground again. 

"Good job Tim. You actually got up into the air." Peter said proud of his progress. 

"How do you stay balanced though?" Tim asked. 

"See the trick is to make sure you keep flapping both your wings in sync." Peter explained then showed him. 

"Now you try." Peter said and Tim nodded. Tim took off again and after a few more tries he actually got the hang of it. Peter then taught him how to fly forward and turn then land. It took a while for Tim to actually fly properly but with Peter's help he learned how to fly. 

"Now that you know how to fly let's go over how to not crash into buildings." Peter said and Tim looked at him nervously. 

"Follow my flight path precisely." Peter said and Tim nodded. Peter took on a complicated flight path and Tim tried following him but couldn't turn as fast as Peter and ended up crashing. 

"Tim! Are you okay?" Peter was quick to land beside him and help him up. 

"I'm fine." Tim said getting up. 

"We're going to have to work on your flying before I can trust you to go out on the streets of Gotham." Peter said and Tim huffed. 

"I can fly though!" Tim complained. 

"You're not very good at it." Peter said and Tim grumbled. 

"Come on Tim. Let's practice! Catch me!" Peter said, flying up into the air. Tim looked at him in determination and flapped his wings taking off into the air. Peter quickly flew up dodging him. 

"Come back here!" Tim yelled and Peter was quick to fly away but made sure he stayed in the field. 

"You'll never catch me!" Peter taunted him and was quick to dodge as Tim almost barreled right into him. 

They spent a good thirty minutes chasing each other as their practice quickly became a game of tag. They rested after Tim accidentally ran into Peter knocking them both out of the sky and then they laid down panting in exhaustion. 

"Can I fly in Gotham now?" Tim asked and Peter laughed. 

"You're nowhere near ready to fly in Gotham of all places!" Peter laughed and Tim whined. 

"Why not? I caught you." Tim pointed out. 

"I let you catch me. Your flying is terrible." Peter chuckled. Tim blushed in embarrassment. 

"I can get better!" Tim yelled standing up. 

"Rest, you need a break. We can practice more tomorrow. Now hand back the wings." Peter said and Tim scowled at him. 

"No." Tim refused. 

"I can catch you, there's no use fighting me." Peter said and Tim flew into the air. Peter was after him in a moment and tackled him to the ground within seconds. 

"Fine, but you promise I'll get to fly in the city once I get good at flying?" Tim asked, reluctantly taking off the wings. 

"Promise." Peter said, putting them away. Tim smiled happily excited to do this again. 

"You'll get better with time." Peter reassured him. 

"I better." Tim said determinedly. 

"Let's get back to Gotham before it burns down." Bruce said and Peter shook his head. 

"You guys go, I need to get back to building the R.A.F.T." Peter said and flew away without another word. 

He's determined to finish the R.A.F.T before he leaves. He also wants to make sure Tim knows how to fly well. Then he can leave and make sure the Wayne's aren't affected by the Parker curse. 

This past week has been difficult because the Waynes have been trying to get him to open up and talk either about Spider-Man or his past. Peter won't budge though. He has to distance himself. He can't start caring about them. 

Peter met up with Superman and Wonderwoman where they were building the R.A.F.T. 

"I don't understand all the wiring to this." Superman said as he arrived. 

"Don't worry, I can do the wiring, just help me move everything." Peter said and Superman sighed in relief, letting Peter take over. The R.A.F.T's structure was complete and now they were working on the technical side of things. 

The technology was beyond the JL's understanding so Peter was pretty much on his own when setting up the wiring and technology they needed to build. Superman and Wonderwoman helped move the long wires around though and were slowly starting to understand what Peter was doing so they could help under Peter's guidance. 

Captain Marvel came by with curiosity in his eyes and decided to help as well. Peter didn't trust him but allowed him to help. 

"Those wings look so real. Are you a meta?" Captain Marvel asked in curiosity. 

"No, I'm just smart." Peter said, trying to ignore him. 

"Can I touch them?" Captain Marvel asked and Peter glared at him. 

"Are you going to help or not?" Peter asked and Captain Marvel blushed. 

"S-Sorry! I'll help. What do you need me to do?" Captain Marvel asked and Peter sighed before telling him how he could help. With the three superheroes' help it didn't actually take very long to get done with all the wiring and finish up on the R.A.F.T. 

"There, that should do it. Who's going to guard this thing?" Superman asked him. 

"I will bring that up with Batman." Peter said and Superman nodded. 

"Goodbye." Peter said and flew back to Gotham. Peter put Tim's wings in a secure place in his lab then returned to the manor for dinner. 

"Sparrow you're back." Bruce greeted him. 

"I am." Sparrow said intending to ignore the Wayne family like he does every meal. 

"Peter, can we talk?" Tim was the one pleading for his attention this time. 

"What do you want Tim?" Peter asked, not as aggressive as he usually would be to anyone else of the Wayne family beside Damian.

"I want to talk to you." Tim said seriously and Peter looked at him. Tim looked determined to talk to him and serious about it too. 

"Okay, follow me." Peter said getting up and Tim followed him to the other room. 

"What's up?" Peter asked once they were alone. 

"Peter, I've been spending every day with you in the lab and I know I don't always keep up with your math but I like hanging out with you." Tim started and Peter froze. 

"I really enjoyed flying with you and I hope to spend more time with you." Tim said and Peter took a deep breath. 

"Tim, what are you saying?" Peter asked, really hoping Tim wasn't saying what he thinks he's saying. 

"I like you Peter. Will you go out with me?" Tim asked boldly. 

"Tim... I'm leaving soon." Peter decided to tell him the truth. 

"Leaving? Why?" Tim asked in confusion and hurt. 

"I'm bad luck." Peter said, trying not to cry as he realized he didn't want to leave. 

"Bad luck? What do you mean?" Tim asked in confusion. 

"If you knew my past you would know. Everyone who I ever care about either dies or I'm separated from forever." Peter said and Tim stared at him. 

"Peter, we already have the worst luck as vigilantes. We can defend ourselves. Even if I do die there's something in this world called the Lazarus Pits. They can bring people back from the dead and most of us have been through the pits before. We're not leaving any time soon." Tim said and Peter didn't want to believe him. 

"Are you sure?" Peter asked and Tim smiled at him. 

"I'm sure." Tim said and Peter wanted to believe him. 

"One date." Peter said, finding that he really liked Tim. 

He wanted to believe in Tim. He enjoyed being with him. 

"Really?" Tim asked hopefully. 

"Don't make me change my mind." Peter said and Tim nodded. 

"You won't regret this." Tim said and Peter smiled. 

Peter really did enjoy spending time with Tim. He liked teaching Tim how to fly. He liked when Tim would marvel at his tech and work. He liked that Tim would sometimes keep up with his work and suggest new things to him. 

Tim held his hand and Peter looked at him in the eyes. 

"You are amazing Peter. I may not know your past or what's been going on with you but I want to. I'm going to be here for you and I am here for you." Tim said sincerely. 

"I'm scared Tim. I don't want to lose any of you." Peter admitted, teary eyed. 

"You won't lose us. We can defend ourselves." Tim reassured him. 

"Okay, I trust you." Peter said, Tim smiled at him. 

"Come on, let's go eat dinner." Tim said, still holding his hand. 

"Okay." Peter said and they made their way back to the dining room. Peter went back to eating, letting go of Tim's hand and Tim gave him a worried look but went back to eating as well. 

"Everything okay?" Bruce asked. 

"Yeah, fine." Peter said, deciding he would stay. 

The Wayne family can defend themselves and Peter just finished the R.A.F.T. He's going to make Gotham safe. He's not letting anyone take away his new family. 

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Peter went out as Spider-Man trying to find the owl cult. Each night he went out looking for them. He made sure no one followed him and he had to talk to the scum of Gotham to get information about the cult. He quickly learned the underground people of Gotham didn't like speaking out loud about the cult. 

They would much rather sign, speaking silently. Spider-Man had to brush up on his sign language and get information without speaking. The whole week he didn't speak as Spider-Man and only signed. He got information about the Court of Owls and was zeroing in on their location. By the end of the week though he still didn't have a location. 

Spider-Man made his way to the darkest alleyway he could find and took off his mask. Sparrow put on his wings and flew back to the manor. 

"Master Peter, I really don't think you should keep going out at night like this." Alfred said as Peter came in through the window. 

"I'm fine Alfred." Peter said the memories of the night leaving him as he laid down to sleep. 

"I sincerely doubt that." Alfred's voice was the last thing he heard before he fell asleep. 

He was back in his own universe. The other two Peter's were there. They were fighting in an alleyway though. 

"Peter!" Peter greeted them happily. The Peter's turned to him and suddenly he wasn't looking at the Peter's from the different universe. He was looking at himself but in his Sparrow outfit and himself in his Spider-Man suit. 

"Sparrow? Spider-Man?" Peter asked in confusion. They stared at him and Peter stared back, an unsettling fear engulfing him. 

Peter woke up panting and confused. 

What's happening to him? 

"Peter? Are you okay?" Bruce was there watching over him. 

"I'm fine. Just had a weird dream. Missing home." Peter said, wanting to go back. 

He wanted to see MJ again. He wanted to see Ned. He missed his home. He misses May. 

Peter started to cry into his pillow and Bruce silently comforted him, putting a hand on his shoulder. 

"It's okay Sparrow. I got you. You're home." Bruce said and Peter scowled. 

"This isn't my home." Peter said, sitting up and glaring at him. 

"Peter, I'm sorry." Bruce apologized and Peter wiped away his tears. 

"I'm fine." Peter said getting out of bed. 

"Peter, wait! We need to talk about this." Bruce said, grabbing his wrist, stopping him from leaving. 

"What is there to talk about?" Peter asked, trying not to cry again. 

"This, you. You need to talk to me Peter. What happened in your universe?" Bruce asked and Peter froze, tensing up. 

"I died. I died and when I came back it was a war zone and I lost... I lost my dad. Then because of my foolish actions I lost my aunt then my girlfriend and my best friend. I lost everyone and they don't even remember me." Peter admitted starting to cry again. Bruce hugged him and Peter cried into his shoulder. Bruce held him until Peter stopped crying. 

"I'm here for you." Bruce said and Peter felt like he was suffocating. 

He can't lose everyone again. He can't get attached. What about Tim though? He'll just mess everything up again. 

"I'm sorry." Peter apologized then got on his wings and flew out the window. 

"Peter!" Bruce called after him but he was already gone. Peter flew to the tallest building he could find and fell to his knees at the top. Peter cried, this world so unfamiliar and different. Peter watched the sun rise, crying into his wings.

"Peter, why have you run away?" Karen asked and Peter cried harder. 

"It's too much Karen. It's too different. I don't belong here." Peter said, sitting on the edge of the building and looking at the horizon. 

"There are people in this world that care about you though." Karen tried reassuring him. 

"That's the problem. I don't want them to care. It'll just get them in trouble." Peter said, looking down in sadness. Peter then spotted what looked like a big clumsy bird flapping towards him. 

"What is that?" Peter asked then heard it, Tim screaming. 

"Oh my gosh, Tim!" Peter was quick to dive off the building and grab Tim from mid air and safely land them on top of a different building. 

"Tim what are you doing?! I told you you're not ready to fly in the city!" Peter yelled at him. 

"You don't get to yell at me! You're the one who decided to run away!" Tim yelled back. Peter went silent, tearing up again. 

"You don't get to agree to go on a date with me then just run away!" Tim yelled at him angrily. 

"I'm sorry." Peter apologized, regretfully. 

"Don't fly away. I need you." Tim said and Peter sighed. 

That was true. Tim would probably never learn how to fly properly without him. 

"Please stay." Tim pleaded as Peter turned away. 

"If you stay around me you might get killed." Peter said sorrowfully. 

"That's a risk I'm willing to take." Tim said, grabbing his hand and intertwining their fingers together. Peter blushed and looked him in the eyes. 

"What are you doing Tim?" Peter asked, Tim making it very difficult to leave. 

"I want you to stay. If you still decide to leave though, I'm coming with you." Tim said seriously and Peter shook his head starting to cry. 

"Tim, you don't have to do that." Peter said, trying not to smile at the sweet gesture. 

"I'm not letting you leave alone." Tim said, squeezing his hand. 

"Tim, please let me go." Peter pleaded, wiping away his tears. 

"Only if you let me come with you." Tim said and Peter put his hand over his mouth, hiding his smile. 

"I will fly away with you if that's what you want." Tim said and Peter chuckled. 

"Okay, Tim. Let's fly." Peter said and Tim smiled at him. 

"Lead the way my Sparrow." Tim said letting go of his hand and motioning for him to lead. 

"Let's see if you can keep up." Peter said, taking off into the air. 

"I'll try." Tim said and Peter flew out of Gotham. Tim followed him the whole way. They arrived at a flower field and Peter landed. Tim landed right beside him. 

"Why are we here?" Tim asked, looking at the flower field in confusion. 

"Because I wanted to do this." Peter said and brought Tim into a kiss. Tim kissed back leaning in and they fell onto the ground. Tim burst out laughing as he fell on top of Peter. Peter laughed as well caressing Tim's face and kissing him again. 

"We didn't even go on our first date yet." Tim said, chuckling. 

"I must have missed that part." Peter said, kissing him again. 

"You're horrible at this." Tim said kissing him back then pinning him. 

"Is this not how dating works?" Peter asked, tilting his head. 

"Not at all." Tim said, admiring his wings. 

"I know. I usually don't jump into relationships like this." Peter said looking at Tim in regret as he remembered how it took months for him to tell MJ that he even likes her. 

"You don't?" Tim questioned him lying down on his wing and looking up at him. 

"No." Peter said, shaking his head and running a hand through Tim's hair. 

"Why jump in with me then?" Tim asked, tilting his head and getting more comfortable, his wings behind him and resting against Peter's wing. 

"I was alone. You said you would fly away with me." Peter said, caressing Tim's face. 

"I did. I am." Tim said, grabbing hold of Peter's hand and kissing his knuckles. 

"You have to tell me if you don't want this. I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable if you are." Peter apologized, looking down regretfully. 

"Peter, I want this. I do. Can we maybe start again though. I want to start properly." Tim said, kissing his knuckles again. 

"And how do we do that?" Peter asked, sighing.

"Well, we don't have to start from the beginning. You already know I'm your lab partner." Tim said, propping his head up with his arm. 

"Okay lab partner. Tell me then, where do we start?" Peter asked, taking his hand back. 

"How about we start here, right now. This can be our first date." Tim said, looking up at the sky. 

"It's not a bad spot for a first date." Peter said, gazing up at the sky as well. The sky was cloudy and the sun was already high in the sky. They were laying in a flower field, their wings spread beneath them. 

"I agree. You picked a good spot." Tim said, grabbing his hand again and intertwining their fingers. Peter looked at their intertwined hands and smiled.

"We can start with holding hands. That's a good start." Tim said and Peter looked towards him. 

"I'm okay with starting with holding hands." Peter said, giving Tim a small smile. 

"Well, now that I've already kissed you I feel like I'm missing out." Tim said, chuckling. 

"Let's start with holding hands." Peter said and Tim smiled. They laid there cloud gazing and just enjoying the view. 

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"Do you want to go back to my place?" Tim asked after a while. 

"You have a place?" Peter asked in confusion. 

"Yeah an apartment." Tim said and Peter smiled. 

"I could kiss you right now." Peter said and Tim blushed. 

"Please do." Tim pleaded and Peter kissed him. Tim kissed back happily. 

"Let's get out of here." Peter said and Tim agreed flying into the air. Peter flew after him then followed him back to the city. Tim led him to an apartment building and they walked in together. 

"Do you want to keep your wings on?" Tim asked him. 

"Yes, let me show you how to use your wings more gently." Peter said, touching his wings to Tim's. 

"Okay." Tim said blushing as he could feel his wings touch Peter's. 

"Is it normal to actually feel the wings?" Tim said, flapping his wings. 

"Yeah, there's sensors in the wings. It helps with the control." Peter explained brushing his wings against Tim's again.

"Oh." Tim said blushing as he could feel their wings touch. 

"Be careful." Peter said and Tim nodded, bringing Peter to his room and lightly brushing his wings against Peter's. 

"Show me how careful you can be." Peter said and moved his wings against Tim's. Tim shivered, his wings twitching. 

"Careful." Peter said in warning. Tim flinched back, his wings lowering. Peter waited for Tim to move. Tim took a deep breath as he slowly let his wings touch Peter's wings. Peter closed his eyes reveling in the feeling of Tim's wings against his. Tim moved slowly experimentally moving his wings against Peter's. Tim looked up into Peter's face and kissed him. Peter kissed him back and they both fell onto the bed, their wings settling on top of each other. 

"You're really bad at first dates." Tim said, pinning Peter underneath him. 

"I figured as much." Peter sighed. 

"Before we go any further we need to talk." Tim said seriously, sitting up. Peter frowned but sat up settling beside him. 

"What is there to talk about?" Peter asked sadly. 

"You're not acting like yourself. You didn't even eat any breakfast." Tim said and Peter closed his eyes tight, sighing in stress. 

"Tim, I don't want to talk about it." Peter said, standing up and going to the window. 

"Peter, don't you dare leave." Tim said sternly and Peter stopped at the window just gazing out of it. 

"What's been going on with you?" Tim asked and Peter took a deep breath. 

"I'm losing myself, Tim. I know you've noticed. You all call me Sparrow or just Peter. Even I'm starting to call myself Sparrow when I have my wings on. When I'm in the lab or building the R.A.F.T I'm Peter. When I'm with you I'm Peter. When I'm out as Sparrow I feel different. I don't remember my universe." Peter explained taking a deep breath. 

"You don't remember your universe?" Tim asked in horror. 

"I mean I still know I am from a different universe but I block it out. I don't want to think about it. I need to protect this universe." Sparrow said, still gazing out the window. 

"You're still you though. You're still Peter Stark." The last name of his mentor made him flinch. 

Lies. He lied. They don't know he's Spider-Man. He's still lying. 

'Tim, I have something to tell you.' Spider-Man signed to Tim, facing him. 

"Now you're signing? What's wrong?" Tim asked, signing as he talked. 

"Do you know who Spider-Man is?" Peter asked and Tim nodded. 

"What does any of this have to do with that Spider freak?" Tim asked and Peter winced in hurt. 

"That Spider freak is me. I'm Spider-Man. I'm Peter Parker. I'm Sparrow." Peter said and his head cleared a bit as he felt so vulnerable but complete. 

"I'm sorry." Tim apologized and Peter looked at him in confusion. 

"For what? I'm the one who lied to you." Peter said in regret. 

"Peter, I don't hate you." Tim said and Peter looked at him in surprise. 

"You don't?" Peter asked in confusion. 

"Peter, you've been tearing yourself apart because of these secrets. Seeing you do that hurts more than finding out you lied." Tim said and Peter looked down in disbelief. 

"You're not just your secrets." Tim said, gently resting his wing against Peter's. Peter started to cry and brought Tim into a hug. Tim hugged him close, his wings surrounding him. Peter cried into his chest. 

"You're still my boyfriend." Tim kissed his forehead and Peter relaxed in Tim's hold. 

"I don't want to lie to you anymore." Peter said and Tim kissed his forehead again. 

"Then don't. I won't hate you." Tim said and Peter took a deep breath then nodded. 

"Let's sit down." Peter said and they went back to the bed. 

"I guess I should start from the beginning." Peter said and Tim nodded, listening intently. 

"When I was six my parents died in a plane crash..."

Tim listened throughout Peter's whole story and comforted him every time he broke down. Tim was there for him and they spent all day together eventually migrating to the kitchen to eat. 

Peter told Tim everything. He trusted Tim and told the complete truth. Tim would occasionally kiss and comfort him but let him tell his story. Peter felt a lot better when he got through it all and Tim kissed him. 

"...so that's all. That's everything." Peter finished. Tim kissed him again and Peter smiled. 

"You suck at first dates." Tim said and Peter laughed. 

"You're such a jerk." Peter chuckled. 

"Yeah but I adore you. You could never scare me away. I accept every part of you." Tim said and Peter kissed him. 

"Can we stay here tonight?" Peter asked not wanting to face anyone else right now. 

"Of course." Tim said and they had some dessert then settled into bed. They simply slept, Tim holding Peter close as they both drifted off. 

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Peter woke up curled up into Tim's chest, his wings splayed out behind him and covered by one of Tim's wings. 

"Good morning." Tim greeted him, kissing his forehead. 

"Good morning." Peter greeted back happily then frowned as he heard Tim's phone buzzing with notifications. Tim picked up his phone and checked his messages. 

"Looks like my family is worried about you. Apparently running away with you doesn't count as getting you back." Tim chuckled, responding to his texts. 

"I don't want to deal with them right now. Bruce doesn't really need to know I'm Spider-Man, right?" Peter asked and Tim considered it. 

"I actually think you should tell them. We could actually help you and B wouldn't hunt you down." Tim said and Peter sighed, burying his nose into Tim's chest. 

"You'll be fine. It's just another secret identity. He already knows you're a vigilante." Tim said and Peter whined in reluctance. 

"But you know what happened in my universe, what if my identity gets out?" Peter asked and Tim chuckled. Peter frowned, glaring at him. 

"I'm sorry for laughing. It's just... you don't exist in this universe. What are they gonna do that we can't handle? If you forgot, B is famous and can keep the press away plus you're not alone anymore. You're not the only hero in this universe and you're hardly the only vigilante." Tim scoffed and Peter sighed considering it. 

"Listen, B won't give away your identity. He's Batman and already knows you're Sparrow. He cares about you, we all do. You have your reasons to be scared to tell the truth but you don't have to be scared. You're not alone this time." Tim said more seriously and Peter frowned. 

"Even so, I can't do it all again. I don't want anyone knowing." Peter said and Tim looked at him in worry. "Why are you trying to convince me to go back? I thought you understood me." Peter said, getting up and pushing him away. 

"I do, I just- B hasn't been the best dad but he's been getting better. He really does care." Tim tried to defend himself but Peter was already looking out the window. 

"I told you what happened. I thought you would understand." Peter said, snapping at him. 

"I do understand. You've been through a lot and you've lost everything before. I'm just trying to tell you that it doesn't have to be like that here." Tim said and Peter scoffed. 

"You don't get it. This is my curse. I'm cursed. When people find out I'm Spider-Man bad things happen. You said you would run away with me yet you insist on going back. Maybe I was wrong about you." Peter said, his heart breaking. 

"Peter... Gotham still needs me." Tim said and Peter sighed loudly. 

"I'm going to take down the Court of Owls. Follow me if you want but after that I'm leaving." Peter said with finality. 

"Peter, please stay." Tim pleaded tearfully. 

"I can't." Peter said then flew out the window. Peter started to cry as he realized Tim wasn't coming after him. 

Tim wanted him to stay. Tim wanted to fix him. 

"Do you have a location on the Court of Owls?" Peter asked Karen, letting his Spider-Man suit mix with his Passerine Sparrow armor. Karen gave him coordinates and he swiftly made his way over to take down the Court of Owls. 

Peter got to the base and observed it, figuring out how he should start his attack. The base was guarded by metas. They looked highly trained and Peter knew he was able to use his full strength. Peter spread his wings and started his attack. He took down the guards guarding the perimeter and entrance first with his webs and strength. 

Peter then snuck inside and quietly took down as many as he could before an alarm went off alerting everyone of his presence. Peter then fought with all his strength, knocking out many people. Peter then punched a person and a loud crack made him flinch back. The person went limp on the ground and Peter stared at the person in horror. 

"Please don't be dead." Peter said, shivering as he slowly approached the body. Peter listened for a heartbeat then gasped as he didn't hear one. 

"Fuck." Peter cursed then flew up into the air as his spider sense went off. There were still twenty guys standing. Peter screamed as he took down the rest making sure to watch his strength. 

Once Peter knocked them all out he began to cry as he realized he actually killed someone. Peter called the cops anonymously then left before they showed up. Peter flew as fast as he could to the tallest building he knew was nearby and broke down crying. 

He killed someone. It was an accident. He didn't mean to. 

Peter continued to cry in guilt and grief. Peter then heard a sound. Like a flag flapping in the wind. 

"Hello?" A voice sounded out and Peter flinched, turning towards the voice. Peter saw a familiar man flying above him, his cape flapping in the wind. 

Superman. 

"What do you want?" Peter asked coldly. 

"I heard your cries, Sparrow. What's wrong? Did something happen?" Clark asked him sitting beside him on the roof ledge. 

"I killed someone." Peter admitted tearfully. 

"Did you mean to?" Clark asked. 

"No. I thought he was a meta." Peter sniffled, unable to keep his tears back. 

"You are a meta then, super strength I'm guessing?" Clark asked and Peter nodded shamefully. 

"Here hold my hand." Clark instructed him and Peter looked at him in confusion but did so. 

"Now squeeze as hard as you can." Clark said and Peter did so slowly at first then more firmly as he realized Clark was much stronger than him and wouldn't be hurt by him. Peter sobbed as Clark brought him into a hug and let Peter bury his face into Clark's shoulder. 

"I know what it's like to be stronger than everyone else. It took me a long time to control my own strength. It's never easy the first time you lose control and end up hurting someone beyond repair." Clark said, rubbing circles into Peter's back as he cried. 

"It's hard to hold yourself back all the time. When fighting it's tough to figure out how much strength to use against your enemy, believe me I know." Clark said and Peter cried harder. 

"There will always be moments we can't control. Where we can't hold back. Don't let this haunt you though. It was an accident. It's not your fault." Clark fully embraced him and Peter hugged back squeezing onto Clark tightly. Clark just continued to hug him until Peter stopped crying. 

"It's okay Sparrow. I'll bring you somewhere safe." Clark picked him up and Peter didn't complain, just hanging onto Clark as he flew up into the air. Clark brought him to a farm house then gently set him down. Clark still held his hand as he brought him inside. 

"Honey, I'm home." Clark called into the house and a lady, Lois Lane as Karen informed Peter, walked in. 

"Hello, who's this?" Lois asked, eyeing Peter. 

"This is Sparrow. He needs someplace to stay for a bit, probably a meal too?" Clark said looking at Peter and Peter nervously nodded. 

"You're more than welcome to stay for a while. Come on in." Lois said, inviting him in and Peter nervously made his way in as Clark led him to the kitchen. 

"Sparrow meet my sons Conner and Jon. Conner meet Sparrow. He's a member of the Justice League." Superman introduced them. 

"Nice to meet you." Conner greeted him with his hand out. Peter nodded, gently shaking Conner's hand. 

"You too." Peter said awkwardly. 

"He's just been through a lot. Why don't you sit down, Sparrow and I can get you something to eat." Clark said, gesturing at the dinner table and Peter nodded. Peter reluctantly let go of Clark's hand and sat down at the table. 

"What happened to him?" Peter overheard Conner asking Clark. 

"He lost control of his super strength. Now be nice. He's just killed someone on accident." Clark whispered back and Peter tried not to cry again. 

"Oh." Conner went silent and Peter tried his best not to break down again. 

"Hey Sparrow... are you okay?" Conner said sitting beside him. Peter just cried as silently as he could. 

"Okay, dumb question. You know it's okay. Having super strength is a great power but we all mess up sometimes. I'm sure it was just an accident. Accidents happen!" Conner said nervously, trying and failing to make Peter feel better. 

"Hey, you're not alone. Things happen and sometimes we hurt people. It's going to be okay." Conner said more seriously, putting his hand on top of Peter's. Peter looked up at him and actually felt a bit better. 

"Thank you, Conner." Peter thanked him, trying to keep himself together. 

"No problem. Besides, you're still a hero. A pretty good one to be a part of the Justice League and that's saying something." Conner said and Peter smiled. 

Conner and Clark understood him. They don't blame him for what happened. They are here for him. 

Peter thought back to his time with the bats and realized he never really trusted them. Peter trusted Tim with his secrets and Tim wanted him to go back. Make amends with people who he barely knows. Vigilantes who provided him with food and shelter. They claimed they cared but how much was that just because they needed to watch over him because they saw him as a threat. 

Tim said he understood but laughed at him for even suggesting keeping his secrets. He misses Tim. He wanted Tim to be there for him. To run away with him. Tim said he liked him and Peter liked him back but Tim would never leave Gotham. Tim chose Gotham over him. Why wasn't Tim here? Why didn't Tim run after him? 

Peter realized he was crying again as Clark gently wiped away his tears. 

"I got you Sparrow. Everything is going to be okay." Clark comforted him. Peter nodded, relaxing as Clark ran a hand through his hair. 

"I know you probably won't be able to keep it down but you still need to eat." Clark said and Peter noticed a plate of food in front of him. 

Peter did feel nauseous and didn't think he could eat. Clark was right though and the food did smell really good. 

Peter took a deep breath calming himself as he took off his mask and slowly started eating. Peter ended up finishing his food rather quickly as he realized how hungry he was. 

"You can rest in the guest bedroom if you need to. Just tell me if you wanna talk." Clark said, taking Peter's empty plate. 

"I'll show you where it is." Conner offered standing up and Peter nodded following him to the guest bedroom. 

"If you need anything just shout. I have super hearing so don't worry about me not hearing you." Conner said and Peter nodded then Conner left him alone. Peter went to the bed and laid down as he went over everything in his head. 

Running away with Tim. Leaving Tim behind. Accidentally killing that one guy. Peter didn't even know his name. 

"Superman, I wanna talk." Peter said sitting up, not wanting to be alone with his thoughts any longer. A few seconds later Superman entered the room and sat beside him. 

"I'm here to listen." Clark said and Peter nodded, taking a deep breath. 

"Before I ran away from Gotham I... I had a brief relationship with Red Robin. He said he would run away with me but... he didn't." Peter started to cry again and Clark offered a side hug. Peter scooted closer to Clark and let Clark put his arm around him. 

"I went after the Court of Owls. I was hoping he would come after me but he never did." Peter cried, leaning into Clark's side. 

"Most of the Owls were metas so when I was fighting I used my full strength but... one of them was human. I killed him and I didn't even know his name." Peter cried and Clark hugged him. 

"I didn't know." Peter cried out. 

"It's okay. It was an accident." Clark comforted him, gently rubbing his back. 

"I'm a killer." Peter cried. 

"You're a hero. You were taking down a corrupt cult. You gave out justice. That's what being a part of the Justice League is about. I know you didn't mean to kill that guy. You have to understand though that sometimes there are casualties that are unavoidable. You're not a bad person. You couldn't have changed what happened. It was always bound to happen one way or another." Clark said seriously, looking him in the eyes. 

"This wasn't your fault." Clark said and Peter hugged him tightly. 

"It's okay, everything is going to be okay." Clark comforted him and Peter relaxed. 

"Can you... stay here with me." Peter pleaded, feeling a bit childish as he did. 

"I'll stay as long as you want." Clark comforted him. Peter hugged Clark tighter, feeling safe and never wanting to let go. 

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Clark held the sparrow close as he cried until he passed out. Clark knew the sparrow was strong and not officially a part of the Justice League but he felt sympathy for the damaged sparrow. Sparrow was definitely an unspoken honorary member of the Justice League. 

The sparrow was powerful and smart but young. Clark wasn't surprised that Sparrow killed someone. Clark was surprised though that this was the first time he ever killed someone. 

How long did Sparrow have his strength? How long has he been a vigilante? Did he grow up being strong or did he get his powers from something? Where was he before he came to Earth? 

Clark knew he never heard of Sparrow before and never saw headlines about the vigilante beforehand. Did Bats seriously just take a meta off the streets and train him to be a vigilante? He's done it before. That made him wonder if Sparrow was an orphan. The kid looked exhausted. 

Clark was going to have a very serious conversation with Bruce about this. Sparrow was bruised and scarred. Many of his bones were broken before and healed way too many times. Clark also noticed the wings on Sparrow were mechanical. The meta lost his real wings and hid it. 

Clark ran a hand through Sparrow's hair. Sparrow whimpered and Clark sighed sadly. 

Where was Bruce? Why wasn't he taking care of his sparrow? Was he even looking?

Clark closed his eyes and tried to find Bruce through all the noise of the world. Before he could find Bruce though the sparrow yelled out in terror, flinching in his sleep. Clark immediately got a hold of his senses and tried calming the sparrow. 

"Shhh, you're safe now. I won't let anyone hurt you." Clark promised, wanting to protect this kid. The sparrow twitched and his breaths slowed down a bit. Clark was worried and properly pissed.

How dare the bat make this traumatized boy be a vigilante. This wasn't even the normal level of traumatized that the bat took in. This kid was broken mentally and physically. This kid needed therapy not to be forced into vigilantism. 

"Ahhh!" Sparrow woke up screaming, sitting up sharply. Clark watched him with worried eyes. 

"Sparrow, wake up." Clark said quietly and Sparrow stopped screaming. 

"Look me in the eyes." Clark quietly instructed him and Sparrow did so. 

"Can you tell me five things you see?" Clark asked and Sparrow's eyes traveled around the room. 

"You, green, a picture of you and your wife, a shelf with books on it, is that an otter stuffed animal?" Sparrow asked, tilting his head slightly. 

"Tell me four things you can touch." Clark gently commanded him. 

"This blanket, your cape, my suit, the bed." Sparrow said, slowly feeling around. 

"Tell me three things you can hear." Clark said and Sparrow tensed for a moment before closing his eyes and listening. 

"Your heartbeat, mine, the air conditioning." Sparrow said then opened his eyes. 

"Two things you can smell." Clark gently prompted him. 

"Fabric softener, sweat." Sparrow said slowly. 

"One thing you can taste?" Clark asked him. 

"Salt." Sparrow hugged Clark and Clark hugged him back. Sparrow wiped away his tears and held onto Clark more firmly. Clark just held him close until Sparrow stopped shaking and loosened his hold. 

"Thank you Superman." Sparrow thanked him sincerely. 

"Please call me Kal-El. I trust you." Clark said and Sparrow tensed but nodded. 

"You can still call me Superman if that makes you feel more comfortable." Clark said quickly as he realized Sparrow must be uncomfortable with real names. 

"I'm sorry." Sparrow apologized. 

"Do you want to talk about it?" Clark asked gently. Sparrow went silent then sighed. 

"In my nightmare I was drowning in this green goop. I couldn't breathe. Quinten was back. He tortured me. Told me it was my fault my family and friends died. Made me believe Doctor Strange was going to kill me instead of sending me to this new universe with a bunch of bats and superheroes." Sparrow started to cry. Clark let Sparrow cry into his shoulder and gently rubbed his back in reassurance. 

Sparrow was from another universe, that explains things.  

"You're lost, Sparrow. I know what that's like. I lost my homeworld as well. When I came to Earth I had no one. This lovely couple adopted me though. They were human though. They didn't know how to raise a Kryptonian like me. I was lost but I found my new family. People who cared for me. Who I came to care about just the same." Clark explained. 

"I'm cursed. People who I care about always end up dying." Sparrow said sadly. 

"Cursed? I know a wizard that might be able to help you." Clark said and Sparrow scoffed. 

"I don't think this curse can be lifted." Sparrow said sadly. 

"Have you ever tried lifting it?" Clark asked and Sparrow sighed. 

"I- no." Sparrow said, shaking his head. 

"Then how would you know?" Clark asked and Sparrow went silent. 

"I guess I never thought of it as a real curse. It was just what always happens around me. In a bad luck sort of way." Sparrow sighed sadly. 

"Well, it doesn't hurt to check if you're really cursed, does it?" Clark asked and Sparrow shifted uncomfortably. 

"I guess not." Sparrow said, shrugging. 

"I'll call Constantine and we can meet him tomorrow." Clark said. 

"Okay." Sparrow said, sighing. 

"Do you want to go back to sleep?" Clark asked him. 

"I guess." Sparrow said, laying down again and slowly drifted back to sleep. 

Did Bruce even know this kid had nightmares? Why did Sparrow run away? Maybe because of the curse? 

Clark slowly got up and gave Sparrow a stuffed animal to cuddle with. Clark then left the room and called Constantine. 

"What the hell are you waking me up at this hour of night for?" Constantine snapped at him. 

"It's ten thirty and this is Superman. I have a friend who thinks he's cursed. Can you lift it?" Clark said directly. 

"Maybe, bring him to the Watchtower tomorrow at four p.m! " Constantine said and Clark nodded. 

"Can do." Clark said and Constantine hung up on him. Clark checked on Sparrow again and was glad to hear that his heartbeat was still slow as he slept. Clark then headed to bed with his wife, tired himself.

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Peter had no idea this is what would happen when he told Superman he was cursed. He didn't expect Superman to just suggest that the curse could be lifted. Peter didn't actually believe in curses or bad luck. Not in the magical curse way. When he thought of his bad luck he never thought it was a magical curse that could be lifted. It was just what always happened around him. It was life. 

Now hearing Superman act like this is just something he can stop with a magic spell from a wizard? It didn't seem probable or possible. Strange never said anything about a curse on his life? 

He doesn't want to waste the time of whatever wizard Superman has called. What happens if he finds out he's actually cursed? Peter doesn't remember pissing off any powerful wizard when he was young. 

Peter went to sleep still confused and wondering what the heck will happen when he meets this mysterious wizard. 

Peter's dreams were plagued with memories of the war against Thanos and watching Tony's final moments. Peter woke up the next morning in tears and to his surprise Superman was there to comfort him. 

"Why are you helping me?" Peter asked in confusion. 

"You may not be officially on the team but you're still a hero Sparrow. You don't deserve to be cursed." Clark said and Peter frowned. 

"Right." Peter said, still not really sure if this curse thing was actually real. 

"I made some breakfast if you want something to eat." Clark told him. 

"Thanks." Peter thanked him and followed Clark to the kitchen. 

"Feel free to take as much as you like." Clark said, handing him a plate. Peter looked and saw that Clark made pancakes, biscuits, gravy, sausage, eggs, and bacon. There was a large amount of each and Peter realized he was eating with super people who always ate big meals. Peter smiled and took as much as he thought he would eat and wasn't ashamed when he saw that Clark and Conner had more on their plates than him. 

"You can always take more if you want." Clark said, seeing his plate and Peter smiled. 

"Thank you." Peter thanked him genuinely. 

"No problem, we always have food around if you need it." Superman said and Peter didn't doubt him. Lois joined them with Jon in her arms. Superman talked about his day job as a reporter and Conner talked about the farm animals and what he was learning in school. It was so mundane and nice. 

Peter ate with them feeling like he actually belonged here. It felt nice to eat the proper amount of food he needed and didn't have to worry about the food running out. Peter even found himself getting seconds with Conner and Clark. 

Clark and Conner never pressured him to talk and Peter was glad for it. Peter even gained enough courage to ask a few questions about the farm life and Superman was more than happy to answer any of his questions, Conner occasionally jumping in to answer as well. 

"You know I could show you around the farm before you have to leave." Conner offered, looking excited. 

"Sure." Peter agreed. 

"Make sure he doesn't rope you into doing his chores for him." Lois said and Peter chuckled. 

"Don't worry, I won't." Peter said and Conner chuckled guiltily. After breakfast Conner took him on the tour of the land showing him all the animals and showed him all the crazy ways he would do his chores to make it more fun. 

"Can I ask you a question?" Conner asked nervously as they were watching the horses eat. 

"Depends, what do you want to ask?" Peter asked back, hoping Conner wouldn't ask about his past. 

"Well, you don't have to answer, and I totally understand if you don't want to-" 

"Just ask me the question." Peter said, dying in anticipation. 

"You are from a different universe, right?" Conner asked simply and Peter looked at him in surprise. 

"Yeah." Peter answered wondering what the catch to this question was. 

"So?" Conner said looking excited. 

"So?" Peter repeated in confusion. 

"What was it like? Is the grass blue? Is the sky green? Does the Justice League exist? Is there an alternate me? Do superheroes even exist in your universe?" Conner asked excitedly. 

"That's more than one question." Peter chuckled. 

"Sorry, sorry, I was just curious because like an actual alternate universe is so cool and I was just wondering-"

"It's fine. To answer your questions: the grass is still green and the sky's still blue. Things actually aren't that different in my universe. But the heroes and villains are all different." Peter decided to answer his questions, seeing how harmless they were. 

"Different how?" Conner asked, tilting his head. 

"Well, there's no Justice League for starters." Peter said and Conner gasped. 

"What? Who protects the Earth then?" Conner asked in wonder. 

"A group called the Avengers." Peter said, smiling as he thought back on them. 

"The Avengers... did they have the same superpowers as the Justice League?" Conner asked and Peter laughed. 

"No, not even the same people. First there was this man named Bruce Banner. He was a scientist who was studying gamma radiation. He got in an accident and now he can turn into a big green rage monster or he used to. Last time I saw him he looked less ragey and more Banner-like." Peter explained, glad to tell Conner about the Avengers. 

"Turn into? Like he's not always a green rage monster?" Conner asked, not quite understanding. 

"No, most of the time he's just human." Peter shrugged. 

"Cool, who else did you have?" Conner asked curiously. 

"Well, two super spies Natasha and Clint." Peter said proudly. 

"And they're just human?" Conner asked in confusion and disbelief. 

"Yes but they're super spies. Clint is really good with a bow and Natasha is like the best super spy ever." Peter explained, defending Nat and Clint's status as superheroes. 

"Huh." Conner said in thought. 

"What?" Peter asked. 

"Your universe is strange. Were there any more human Avengers?" Conner asked and Peter took a moment to think about that. 

"Yeah, pretty much everyone is a human except Thor and Vision." Peter said realizing there weren't a lot of alien superheroes on his Earth. 

"Thor, like the Norse god?" Conner asked in shock. 

"Yeah! He controls lightning and everything!" Peter said excitedly. Conner continued to ask about all the heroes in Peter's universe and Peter told him about everyone. He did get a little choked up when mentioning Tony but he told Conner about him. Peter then mentioned the Captain Marvel in his universe and they immediately started comparing the two. 

"I still think it's crazy that most of your heroes are just human. You only have like two or three overpowered people." Conner said in amazement. 

"Yeah, it was definitely a surprise coming here and seeing that most of your heroes aren't even from Earth." Peter chuckled. 

"Boys, it's lunch time!" Clark called out to them. 

"Thanks for letting me ask about your universe." Conner thanked him. 

"No problem. I actually didn't mind talking to you about all that. It's just my personal life I don't like talking about." Peter said with a sad glint in his eyes. 

"That's okay, but if you ever do want to talk about your personal life I'll be here to listen." Conner said and Peter smiled. 

"Thanks." Peter thanked him and they went inside to eat lunch. Peter was once again overjoyed by the amount of food he was allowed to have and happily ate lunch with Clark and his family. 

"Okay now I have a different question, not about your universe." Conner said as they ate. 

"What is it?" Peter asked curiously. 

"Uh..." Conner hesitated, looking at him nervously. 

"Just ask me." Peter said and Conner hesitated a bit more looking at him warily. 

"Can you fly?" Conner asked nervously. 

"Yeah I can fly." Peter said, spreading out his wings for emphasis. 

"Okay, good." Conner said, nodding and sighing in relief. 

"Why?" Peter asked not knowing why Conner was so hesitant to ask. 

"Nothing, no reason. I'm just glad you can still fly with your prosthetics." Conner said and Peter looked at him in surprise and confusion. 

"Prosthetics?" Peter questioned then chuckled. 

"No these aren't prosthetics." Peter said, tucking his wings back. 

"Aren't they?" Conner questioned in confusion. 

"No, I've never had wings before. I made these. I'm not some bird hybrid. I'm actually a spider hybrid." Peter chuckled. 

"Oh... If you're a spider hybrid why do you call yourself Sparrow?" Conner asked in confusion. 

"I-uh- it's complicated." Peter said remembering how he lied to the bats. 

"That's fine you don't have to tell us if you're not ready." Clark said and Peter gave him a grateful smile. 

"I actually do want to explain that. Back in my universe I was a vigilante named Spider-Man, hence the spider on my suit. When I came to this universe I became Sparrow." Peter said, lifting his wings for emphasis. 

"I was wondering about that but I didn't want to ask in case it was a sensitive subject." Conner said, rubbing his neck as he blushed in embarrassment. 

"It's okay. I don't mind your questions, Conner." Peter reassured him. Conner smiled at him, relaxing. 

"I'm glad you boys are getting along." Lois said, smiling at them both. 

"Thank you for the hospitality." Peter made sure to thank her. 

"It was really no problem, dear." Lois said and Peter felt himself tearing up. 

He felt so happy, like he belonged here. Clark took him in not because he thought he was a threat but just because he wanted to help a person in need. Conner was curious as ever but always careful with his questions. Even Lois welcomed him with no strings attached.

"Sparrow, are you okay? Did you get hurt outside?" Clark worried over him. 

"No, I'm just happy." Peter said, wiping away his tears. 

"Oh, oh." Clark smiled at him and Peter smiled back. 

"Do you think the wizard you called can really get rid of my curse?" Peter asked as he realized he didn't want to lose this, lose them. 

"Constantine is an amazing warlock and I'm sure he'll think of something." Clark said and Peter nodded the idea of having just a normal life becoming a possibility for just a moment. He knew he could never have a real normal life because he was a vigilante but it was fun to pretend even if just for a moment. 

"We still have a couple hours until we need to be at the Watchtower. Is there anything you want to do to prepare to meet Constantine?" Clark asked him and Peter looked at him in surprise. 

"Prepare?" Peter asked, not sure how he should prepare to meet this warlock. 

"Yeah, I mean like mentally prepare. Constantine can be a little... prickly." Clark said hesitantly and Peter tilted his head. 

"Prickly?" Peter questioned. 

"He's very quick to anger and very pissed off, like all the time." Clark said nervously. 

"Pissed off is like his default mood." Conner added. 

"Uh-huh." Peter said processing that. 

Pissed off and angry all the time. Kind of like Fury. 

"I think I can deal with that." Peter said, picturing Fury as a warlock. 

"We'll see." Clark said doubtfully and Peter lifted his wings in defense. 

"I knew someone like that in my own universe. His name was Fury but he was only human and was blind in one eye." Peter informed them. 

"Scary. Constantine can still see and he's not super intimidating." Clark informed him. 

"Good, then I can definitely handle the warlock." Peter said and Clark sighed. 

"Whatever you say Sparrow." Clark still doubted him and Peter was ready to meet this warlock and prove he wasn't intimidated.  

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Peter patiently waited in the Watchtower beside Superman and soon found out the warlock was late. That made waiting all the bit more difficult. Peter started to get nervous as the seconds ticked by then the door opened and a man in a trench coat came in holding a bunch of books. 

"Okay, Supes what are we-" The warlock froze when he locked eyes with Peter then dropped all off his books. 

"What the hell?!" Constantine yelled angrily. 

"What?" Peter asked in confusion. 

"You didn't tell me he's been cursed by a universe! You bloody wanker!" Constantine yelled at Superman. 

"I-uh-" 

"Strangely not ours though." Constantine said looking at Peter again in perplexion. 

"I come from a different universe." Peter admitted. 

"Yeah, I noticed." Constantine snapped at him. 

Geeze Constantine is prickly. 

"So can you lift his curse?" Superman asked looking nervous. 

"No, I can't but I might know who can." Constantine said looking pissed off as he took out a flask. 

"Who can?" Peter questioned him. 

"Do you have any religious beliefs?" Constantine asked after taking a large swig of his flask. 

"I believe in God." Peter said not sure why Constantine was asking. 

"Doesn't matter your in a new universe now. Even if God did allow you into heaven you wouldn't be able to see your loved ones because they're in a different universe." Constantine explained flatly taking another swig of his flask. 

"What?" Peter said trying to process what Constantine just said. 

"Listen, I'm telling you this because I need you to be in the right mindset when I summon him." Constantine snapped at him. 

"Who are you summoning?" Peter asked and saw Constantine chug his entire flask. 

"Death." Constantine said then got out another flask from one of his pockets. 

"What?!" Peter yelled in surprise. 

"You're summoning Death?!" Clark yelled just as surprised. 

"That's just one of his names. If we really want to break that curse of yours we need to go straight to the top." Comstantine explained taking another swig before starting to pick up his books. 

"I'm actually cursed. My universe cursed me?" Peter asked in shock. 

"Yes, now I wouldn't go to such lengths for just anyone but this is a really bad curse and you're just a kid." Constantine said looking at him in pity. 

"I'm seventeen." Peter said angrily. 

"Right, will you listen to me now?" Constantine asked finishing picking up his books and walking to the table on the side of the room. 

"Yeah, what are you summoning again?" Peter asked sure he heard him wrong before. 

"Death. He's the most reasonable out of the deities I know and one of the only ones who can lift your curse." Constantine said putting his books down and sighing. 

"Who are the other deities?" Peter asked really hoping there was an alternative deity they could go to. 

"The ones who can lift your curse are Lucifer, but he'll send you to hell, God, but they'll never listen to me ever, then finally Death, the King of Death more specifically." Constantine said getting out a tool kit from his pocket. 

"Great, I'm going to die." Peter said sure this was a really bad idea. 

"You're not going to die. At least not in the next few days." Constantine reassured him. 

"What does that mean!?" Peter asked in confusion and fear. 

"Listen, I don't know when you'll die but Death won't kill you just because you summon him. He's more likely to kill me. That is why I need a hell of a good sacrifice for him." Constantine said starting to flip through his books. 

"Please tell me we don't have to sacrifice someone." Clark pleaded. 

"No, Death's not like that. He probably would be offended if I brought him a body. What are the stories again?" Constantine summoned another book from thin air and started flipping through it. 

"So Death won't immediately kill us right?" Peter asked in worry. 

"If I get the right sacrifice no. He'll at least listen to our proposal. He might ask for your soul though so be prepared for that." Constantine said putting the book down and grabbing another one from mid air. 

"And what will happen if I give him my soul?" Peter asked not sure what that entailed. 

"You'll spend eternity in the Infinite Realms instead of Heaven or Hell." Constantine said bordely. 

"Is it better than Hell?" Peter asked wanting this curse gone but not wanting to be tortured for the rest of eternity. 

"Yeah, I don't think Death will torture you forever if that's what you're asking." Constantine said summoning a bag of jelly beans for some reason. 

"What even happens in the Infinite Realms?" Clark asked in concern. 

"I don't know, it's infinite." Constantine shrugged getting back to his research. 

"Great." Peter said frowning and watched as Constantine summoned a bunch of different books before leaving through a portal then coming back with a meal from some place called Nasty Burger. 

"Don't eat that." Constantine snapped at Clark as he tried taking it. 

"Fine." Clark said backing away. Constantine started drawing a summoning circle on the ground in the middle of the room and Peter watched in interest and anxiety as he realized he was about to meet Death. Constantine put the jelly beans and Nasty Burger bag in the middle of the summoning circle then started chanting in a language Peter didn't understand. 

Suddenly a shadow shot up from the middle of the circle quickly nabbing the Nasty Burger and jelly beans. The shadow turned into a creature. A boy with sharpend ears and teeth. The boy had an old hazmat suit on along with royal looking garbs on. The boy also had a crown of flaming ice and a red glowing ring. The boy quickly ate up the offerings then look around. 

"Where am I? Am I in space? Cool!" The boy said excitedly easily breaking out of the circle that summoned him and looking out the window in excitement. 

"Wait, mortals right. What is this?" Death looked right at Peter with glowing green eyes. 

"Huh? What's that? Did I make this? Okay, Dark Pariah, that sounds about right. And this soul..." Death trailed off looking like he was gazing into Peter's soul. 

"Who are you? What are you doing here? You don't belong here." Death's voice suddenly became layered and angry. 

"A wizard sent me here to save the multiverse." Peter was quick to explain, scared out of his mind. 

"I see. I can probably undo this but Oh! That's interesting." Death was gazing at his chest in interest. Peter gulped in nervousness. 

"Oh I see you're mine." Death said clawing a hole in Peter's shirt and lifting him up. 

"What?" Peter squeaked out in fear. 

"I mean not yet. But you will be. If you want this curse gone am I right?" Death asked dropping him. 

"I do want it gone." Peter said shakily. 

"Okay, I will lift your curse but in exchange I want your soul." Death's eyes flamed green as he grew in size and towered over Peter. 

"Do we have a deal?" Death asked offering a clawed hand. 

"Before I accept. Will I still be able to live out my life here on Earth?" Peter asked anxiously. 

"Of course but when you die your soul comes with me to the Infinite Realms." Death said looking at him hungrily. 

"And no one I care about will die?" Peter asked, shaking. 

"Not because of the curse." Death clarified. 

"And my bad luck?" Peter asked in fear. 

"Gone." Death reassured him. 

"What will happen when I die?" Peter asked trying not to panic. 

"You'll come with me and be a ghost for eternity. You won't see your friends or family again they'll just go to whatever afterlife they believe in but you... you'll be mine forever." Death growled running a claw under Peter's chin. Peter gulped in nervousness and fear. 

Lose everyone he loves again when he's alive or lose them after he dies. No one is going to die because of him again

"...Deal." Peter agreed hesitantly, offering his hand. 

"Fantastic!" Death shook hands with him and Peter screamed as it felt like his whole body was electrocuted. 

"Sorry about that, bad side effect of making a deal with me." Death laughed then disappeared through a portal he made. 

"Huh, I'm not dead." Constantine said in surprise as Peter fell to his knees in absolute terror. 

"Congratulations kid, you're no longer cursed." Constantine clapped him on the shoulder then snapped his fingers and all the runes on the ground disappeared. Constantine then took all his books and left. 

"Sparrow, are you okay?" Clark asked him in worry. 

"I just made a deal with Death." Peter said still in shock. 

"The King of Death, I saw. Do you need a hug?" Clark asked and Peter numbly nodded. Clark picked him up and brought him into a hug. Peter didn't move at first because his brain was still playing catch up. 

He can't believe he actually was cursed. He can't belive the King of Death un-cursed him. Peter really hopes the King doesn't torture him in the afterlife. 

His curse was broken. Will bad things stop happening around him? Can he dare to hope that people he cares about won't die anymore? That's what the King promised. 

"It's okay, it's over. You never have to worry about your curse again." Clark comforted him. Peter started to cry as he realized he really was cursed.

His curse was lifted. People won't die because of his curse anymore. 

Clark took him back to the farm house and settled him into bed as he continued to process everything that just happened. Peter laid down still trying to process what this meant and wondered if things were really over. 

His bad luck gone? He won't lose anyone again? Not because of the curse. Death said so. He just met Death. The King of Death. He made a deal with the King of Death. This is all too complicated. 

Peter replayed everything that happened over in head again and again trying to understand and process it all. 

Does this mean, he can finally let people care about him? That he can finally care about someone without worrying about ruining their lives? 

"Sparrow, I made dinner. Are you going to eat?" Clark asked and Peter nodded following Clark to the dining room. Peter ate with Clark and his family feeling like he belonged. 

"So... is your curse gone?" Conner asked him in curiosity.

"Yeah, it's gone." Peter smiled and felt at peace. 

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"Tim, what happened?" Bruce asked with his arms crossed as he looked at Tim in dissapointment and anger. 

"I ran away with Sparrow then pushed him away on accident." Tim admitted shamefully. 

"And where is he now?" Bruce asked, glaring at his son. 

"He went after the Court of Owls then I never saw him again." Tim said his head still down in shame. 

"So in other words you not only didn't convince Sparrow to come back, you let him go after a dangerous cult and lost his location." Bruce said flatly. 

"Yes." Tim admitted closing his eyes in sadness and shame. 

"And the Court of Owls? Have you managed to track where they are?" Bruce asked and Tim shook his head shamefully. 

"Tim, we will talk about this later, right now we need your help tracking down the Court of Owls and Sparrow." Bruce said sternly. 

"Yes, father." Tim said and quickly did so trying his best to help locate the Court of Owls and Sparrow. 

A day passed by and there was no news of Sparrow or the Owls. Bruce did get an alert that Constantine showed up at the Watchtower though.

Which was strange because Constantine never visits the Watchtower unless being told to do so. Bruce brought up the surveillance footage and sighed in relief when he saw Sparrow safely being watched over by Clark. Bruce then got confused as Constantine showed up with a bunch of books. 

What the hell is he doing? 

Constantine then looked really pissed off as he grabbed a bunch of books and things. Constantine made a summoning circle in the ground and started chanting. The camera turned to static as whatever Constantine summoned appeared. 

Did Constantine seriously just summon an otherworldly creature to the Watchtower? Bruce is going to have to have a very serious conversation with Constitaine about this. The warlock is going to get them all killed. 

Once the camera started working again Clark and Peter looked thoroughly shaken and John left as fast as possible. 

That's certainly concerning. 

Clark took Sparrow away and Bruce huffed. Bruce knew Clark knew nothing about their sparrow. Bruce also knew Clark was overly kind and it didn't look like Sparrow was trying to run away from him. 

"Kids, I've found Sparrow." Bruce informed them. 

"Where is he?" Tim asked desperately. 

"He's with Clark." Bruce anwered then disconnected his com. He made sure he got to Clark's farm before his kids could storm the place. 

"B, what are you doing here?" Clark asked stopping him outside his farm. 

"I heard you captured my sparrow." Bruce said plainly. 

"I found your sparrow crying on a rooftop. Your sparrow ran from you. Why should I let you near him again?" Clark asked aggressively. 

"He was just scared. Please let me see him." Bruce pleaded. 

"You will not see him unless he wants to see you." Clark said aggressively. 

"You don't even know his name!" Bruce yelled at him angrily. 

"You're right, I don't but at least I'm actually feeding him, he was malnourished when I found him." Clark snapped at him. 

"Malnourished?" Bruce asked in shock. 

"Yeah, now leave and take your brood with you." Clark growled and Bruce took a step back in sadness. 

"Let us see him, please." Tim pleaded. 

"No!" Clark shouted and they all took a step back. 

"You hurt him. Leave Sparrow alone." Clark said seriously. Then a flap of wings could be heard and massive wings spread out behind Clark. 

"Kal-El." Sparrow's voice was mechanical, voice filtered. 

"Sparrow." Clark turned to him and he saw how Sparrow looked. Sparrow had his mask on but his armor looked different. There was no longer a spider on his chest instead a symbol of a sparrow took it's place. He collapsed his wings and Clark could see his armor move and change form, a sword in it's sheath appearing on his back. 

"Let me talk to them." Sparrow said and Clark stepped back only a few steps to let Sparrow speak. 

"Sparrow, please come home." Bruce pleaded with him. 

"No, you may have brought me in, gave me food and shelter but you never trusted me. I never trusted you either. Kal-El gave me a home with no strings attached. He didn't watch me twenty four seven. He didn't treat me like a threat. He didn't even ask my name." Sparrow took a deep breath. 

"You tossed me around like I was some animal to watch over. You took me onto the streets of Gotham without giving me any warning of what I might have faced. You hunted the only thing I care about. You just wanted to keep an eye on me. You never trusted me. I don't trust you bats and I never will." Sparrow snapped at all of them. 

"Sparrow, we care about you. You're a part of our family. We watched over you because we were worried." Bruce tried to justify their actions. 

"You don't want me. You just want my tech. You just want me to clean up Gotham for you. I've been attacked by all of your rogues. I made a prison for them. Now go clean up Gotham yourself." Sparrow snapped. 

"Sparrow, you're like a son to me. I'm sorry if it ever felt like we were using you. We all care for you Sparrow. I just want you to be safe." Bruce explained desperately. Sparrow went silent and Clark took his hand. 

"You don't have to decide anything right away. Why don't you go rest up. It's almost dinner time." Clark said to Sparrow. Sparrow hugged Clark then flew back to the house. 

"We just want him back." Bruce said and Clark glared at him. 

"No, Sparrow is traumatized. He shouldn't be doing any vigilante or hero work. He lost everything. He should be resting not fighting bad guys and constantly being threatened by Gotham's criminals. He definitely shouldn't be building weapons for you. So leave him alone and get out of my property." Clark said sternly. Bruce glared back but reluctantly left with the rest of his kids. 

"We're seriously just going to let Clark keep him?" Tim asked in shock. 

"Sparrow doesn't want to come home with us. We have done all we can." Bruce said and his kids looked sad but knew they couldn't force Sparrow to come back. 

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Peter didn't want to go back to the bats. He knew Sparrow took care of it. Kal, Kal took care of it. Superman protected him from the bats. Peter is Sparrow, Peter is Spider-Man. Peter is no one. 

Sparrow shook his head reminding himself that Peter Parker no longer existed. 

Sparrow could never be Peter Parker again. No, no he can't lose himself again. He thought he was done with this?

In that moment though he knew, he knew he wasn't Spider-Man or Peter Parker. He was Sparrow. 

Who even is he now? 

"Sparrow, are you okay?" Conner asked him and Peter knew. 

Right now he's Peter the Sparrow-Spider.

Peter took off his mask and reigned in his sanity as he let the sparrow symbol on his suit return to a spider.

He will not lose his mind. He's lost so much already he can not let himself lose his sanity. 

"Yeah, I'm fine." Peter said feeling whole again. 

"Really, because you've been just staring at the oven for the last five minutes." Conner pointed out. 

"I... I was just lost in my head." Peter chuckled nervously. 

"Do you want to help make dinner?" Lois asked him. 

"Yeah, I actually would." Peter said hoping the very normal task of cooking a meal would help him not lose his mind. 

Lois had to keep reminding him that they were quadrupling the recipe but other than that cooking with Lois did help him calm down and find some semi-blance of peace. Lois was very patient with him and didn't mind when he would randomly space out because he kept thinking about what he said to the bats. They made dinner successfully together and Peter actually had a lot of fun. 

"I see you helped with dinner. I'm proud of you Sparrow." Kal said ruffling his hair. 

"It was really no trouble at all, I like cooking." Peter admitted, blushing in embarrassment. 

"I think you did a wonderful job. I hope it tastes as good as it smells." Kal said proudly, kissing his forehead. 

"I hope it does too." Peter chuckled nervously. 

Peter couldn't believe Kal was already treating him like one of his sons. Kal didn't even know his real name. 

"Wow, smells delicious." Conner said and Peter smiled. 

"You think so? I mean, good because it's going to taste great." Peter said semi-confidently and Conner chuckled. 

"I bet it will, now come get a plate. You need to eat too." Conner said and Peter gladly followed Conner's lead and got a plate of food. Peter joined them at the table and for some reason got that feeling again, like he belonged. 

"Thanks for helping with dinner." Lois thanked him sincerely. 

"No problem." Peter said and smiled as he saw that Clark and Conner both take a bite of their meal. 

"This is magnificent, you did amazing Sparrow." Kal said and Peter chuckled in embarrassment. 

"This is amazing." Conner agreed. 

"I'm glad you like it." Peter said, not used to getting compliments. Peter started eating and couldn't help but agree with them. 

The meal was really great. 

After dinner Clark took him aside and back to his room. 

"Am I in trouble?" Peter asked nervously. 

"No, I just wanted to ask you something, you don't have to answer if you don't want to." Clark said and Peter smiled. 

"Ask away." Peter said and Clark sighed. 

"Do you think you will ever want to return to the bats?" Clark asked and Peter frowned. 

"You want me to go back." Peter said sadly. 

"No, no, that's not what I'm saying at all!" Clark was quick to correct him and Peter looked at him in surprise and confusion. 

"What I mean to say is that, I actually would love if you stayed here. I wanted to give you the choice though. B seems to really care about you and I was wondering if you would go back to him. I don't want you to but I understand if you wanted to, eventually." Clark explained himself and Peter didn't know what to say. 

"I... I don't know. I need some more time to think about it." Peter said not really sure if he ever would want to return to the bats. 

"That's fine. I just wanted you to know, you're always welcome here." Clark said settling a hand on his shoulder. 

"Thank you." Peter thanked him sincerly. 

"Of course Sparrow." Kal brought him into a hug and Peter hugged back. 

"My name is Peter... Peter Parker." Peter whispered then felt Kal hug him tighter. 

"You're safe here Peter. I won't let anyone hurt you." Clark said in response and Peter smiled relaxing into his arms. 

"Please don't tell anyone who I am." Peter pleaded realizing he probably shouldn't have just told Kal his real name. 

"I won't tell anyone, I promise. I would never betray you like that." Kal said and Peter buried his face into Kal's chest, sighing in relief. 

"I technically don't exist. I was erased, forgotten by everyone in my universe and I don't exist here either. There's no Peter Parker in this universe. I don't exist to anyone." Peter said starting to tear up. 

"You exist to me." Kal said simply and Peter started to cry. 

"The only other person who really knows me is Tim and he betrayed me." Peter explained sadly. 

"I won't betray you. If you want I'll have stern talking to with him." Kal said and Peter chuckled. 

"You don't have to do that." Peter said not really wanting to get Tim in trouble. 

"I'm serious, I'll go over there right now and yell at him." Kal said seriously. 

"Thank you Kal but I'm okay." Peter reassured him. 

"Okay, whatever you say Peter." Kal kissed his forehead and Peter hugged him feeling like he hasn't been called Peter in a long time. 

"You're a good dad." Peter said as he felt Kal hug him back. 

"Thanks." Kal said quietly and Peter yawned in exhaustion. 

"You should get some sleep. I'll be right down the hall if you need me." Kal said leading him to his bed. 

"Goodnight Kal-El." Peter said getting under his covers. 

"Goodnight Peter Parker." Kal ran a hand through his hair then left his room, closing the door on the way out. 

Peter fell asleep rather quickly then he was dreaming. It wasn't his usual nightmares of green goop and pain but rather a pleasant dream.

He was sitting at a table with the Kent family and enjoying a huge meal. Peter turned to look at all of them and smiled then he felt like he was being watched. Peter turned around and saw himself but in a full Spider-Man suit. Suddenly wings opened behind Spider-Man and a seperate person moved to stand beside him.

It was Sparrow. 

"I am not going insane." Peter said glaring at them. 

"I never wanted this either." Sparrow spoke his voice mechanical and slightly deeper than Peter's own voice. 

'But here we are.' Spider-Man signed. Peter then noticed another him. It was him but with the clothes he arrived in this universe and covered in green goop. The Goop Peter didn't speak but looked sad and lost. 

"I haven't lost my mind!" Peter yelled at them all. 

"Are you sure about that?" Peter heard a whisper in his ear and quickly turned around only to see another version of himself with glowing green eyes and blood on his hands. 

"Ahhh!" Peter screamed in fear and woke up panting in fear and confusion. 

"Peter, are you okay?" Kal came running into his room and Peter nodded calming himself down. 

"Kal, I fear I'm losing my mind." Peter said hugging himself in fear. 

"Losing your mind? What do you mean?" Kal asked him in concern. 

"I keep dreaming of other me's. My different identities. Sparrow, Spider-Man, and Peter Parker." Peter explained sadly. 

"They're just dreams they can't hurt you." Kal tried to comfort him. 

"No, you don't understand. Yesterday when I was Sparrow. I didn't... after I came back- I thought about Sparrow like he wasn't me. Like he was somone else entirely." Peter explained sadly. 

"I don't know what's happeneing to me." Peter started to cry and Clark brought him into a hug. 

"I'm no psychologist but it sounds like you're seperating who you are into these different if identies. You don't have to do that though. You are still you no matter what mask you wear." Kal said and Peter didn't know how to respond. 

"My mind is already broke, I don't think I can reverse this." Peter said closing his eyes and wishing he was somewhere else. 

"You're not alone. We can hire a therapist." Kal comforted him. 

"Yeah, I think that would be a good idea." Sparrow said opening his eyes. 

"It's going to be okay Peter. We'll get you some help." Kal said and Sparrow nodded. 

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Getting Peter into therapy was no problem. Getting the bats to back off on the other hand was a taxing and difficult endeavor. Clark did everything in his power though to make sure the bats didn't disturb Peter and try to make him a vigilante again. 

The bats were invasive, persistent, and all together very very stubborn. Even after Clark got them to agree to leave Peter alone they would still try and sneak in and steal Peter away. Peter didn't want to see the bats and Clark was going to make sure no bat disturbed Peter. Peter was still recovering and was in no mindset to be bothered by the problems the bats brought with them. Multiple times has he already had to physically throw the bats out of his property because they kept trying to get to Peter. 

Clark has done a good job though of keeping the bats away from Peter and Peter has been recovering slowly. He still has nightmares and sometimes still worries about his curse. Clark made sure to be there for him and always reassure him that they got rid of the curse and everything would be okay. 

Peter didn't like doing nothing all day so he helped Conner with his chores and helped cook meals. Peter even took a liking to watching over Jon. Clark made sure he got the opportunity to fly around the farm and made sure he was eating his meals. 

Then winter came around and Peter started sleeping in late. His body temperature got colder and he would go out less and less. Clark brought him to a doctor and found out Peter was going into hibernation because of his spider genes. 

"Hibernation!? Has this happened every year in your universe?" Clark asked him in concern. Peter shakily nodded. 

"Why didn't you tell me what was happening?" Clark asked in concern. 

"I...I didn't want you to throw me out. I don't want to spend another winter out on the streets." Peter said tearfully. 

"Oh, Peter. I would never throw you out. You can hibernate safely here. Just tell me what you need." Clark said sincerly and Peter cried into his chest. 

"I got you. Everything is going to be okay. I'll take care of you." Clark promised and Peter leaned into him, not letting him go. Clark brought Peter back home and told his family about what was happening. They were all there for him and helped him throughout the winter. With the colder weather the bats stopped trying to come around as often, which was a relief. 

Peter was asleep most of the time now and only woke briefly for food or exercise. Clark asked if he wanted to enjoy the holidays and Peter said he did but only briefly. Clark made sure Peter was safe throughout the winter and didn't get disturbed by anyone while he slept. 

Peter still hasn't talked to the bats or about the bats. He seemed not to want to talk about them until after the season changed and he wasn't so tired. Clark didn't push him on the subject and made sure the bats didn't try to disturb him. Which the bats did try to do so. 

"Let me see him." Bruce said looking ready to fight him. 

"No. He doesn't want to see you. Stop coming here and wait until he's ready." Clark said glaring at him. 

"It's been three months! Let me see my son." Bruce said trying to go past him and Clark stopped him with a hand on his chest. 

"He's not your son and he doesn't want to see you." Clark said aggressively. 

"Why not?" Bruce had the gall to ask. 

"Because you hurt him bats. He doesn't trust you. Now leave him alone." Clark said with finaility. 

"At least let me apologize." Bruce pleaded. 

"You already apologized Bat. Now leave before I make you." Clark spat and Bruce stormed away. By now Clark has memorized every heartbeat of all the bats to make sure they wouldn't sneak up and try to steal Peter. Which they have tried, multiple times. 

Clark thought about getting a restraining order but decided against it to not stir up unnecessary drama. The news would eat it up and there would be gossip and rumors. It would be a PR disaster. He didn't want to put Peter through that either. Peter deserved his privacy. 

Gotham on the other hand was doing quite well. With Peter's new prison and the bats being more upset than usual Gotham almost became quiet. There was some drama over the missing Sparrow and Spider-Man but that news was quickly overshadowed by the news of all the villains "disappearing". The RAFT was kept a secret from the public and so there was no explaination to where the big bads were going. 

Bats also figured out where the Court of Owls were after Peter's attack on them. Apparently Peter made quite the impression and scared the Owls enough to spook them into slipping up and giving away their location. Batman took down the Court of Owls with the help of his brood. 

As Spring came around Peter started to be more active again. Peter still went to a therapist and was a lot better than before mentally. Peter started to improve his wings and suit again and Clark watched over him making sure he didn't get lost in his work. Peter was doing a lot better physically as well. He was no longer malnourished and even gained some muscle. 

"Do you think I should talk to the bats again?" Peter asked him one rainy day. 

"Only if you're ready to. You don't owe the bats anything." Clark said seriously. 

"I know, I just... I feel like they deserve an explanation of why I ran away from them." Peter explained nervously. 

"Peter, you don't have to tell them anything if you don't want to." Clark reminded him. 

"Yeah, I still feel like I should at least talk to them, you know?" Peter asked and Clark nodded. 

"I can set up a meeting, do you know when and where you want to meet them?" Clark asked. 

"How about next Saturday, we can grab lunch at Batburger." Peter suggested. 

"We'll do the one closest to Metropolis." Clark said and Peter nodded. 

"I would like that." Peter said and Clark brought him into a side hug. 

"I'm really proud of you Peter." Clark said kissing his forehead. 

"Thanks dad." Peter said leaning against him and Clark smiled in joy. This is the first time Peter called him dad. Clark was so happy he thought he was going to cry.

"S-Sorry I- Didn't mean to call you-"

"It's okay Peter, you can call me dad." Clark reassured him.

"Thanks... dad." Peter said hesitantly and Clark held him close. They watched the rain together peacefully and Clark truly felt content as Peter relaxed in his arms. 

~~~Bruce's POV~~~

The day of the meeting came and the bats were estatic. Bruce was finally going to be able to talk to Peter again. All his kids found out about the meeting and refused to let him go by himself. 

Bruce sat down at the Batburger in his civilian clothes with his kids beside him. Bruce spotted Peter first and was surprised when he saw Peter didn't have his wings on. Peter was in civilian clothes and walking beside Clark happily. 

He looked so much happier since he last saw him and that hurt a bit. Peter was happier without him. 

"Dad, I found them!" Peter called out and Bruce frowned as he realized Peter no longer thought of him like a father figure.

Clark was Peter's father figure now and he looked so happy. 

"Peter, you're here." Bruce put on a fake smile, his heart breaking at the thought of Peter no longer being his to protect. 

"B, Dick, Jason, Tim, Duke, Damian, Cass, and Steph." Peter said their names looking at each of them. 

"How've you been?" Dick was the first to speak up. 

"Good, actually. Really good." Peter said smiling at Clark. 

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to push you away." Bruce apologized first. 

"I forgive you but I'm staying with Clark." Peter said moving closer to Clark. 

"We understand." Bruce was quick to say before his kids could try and guilt trip Peter into coming back. 

"Peter, I'm sorry." Tim apologized. 

"I don't care." Peter snapped at him. 

"Peter- I-" Tim stuttered.

"I... I don't forgive you." Peter said as Tim took a step back in sadness and guilt. Tim went quiet and Peter looked away from him. 

"Will we ever hang out again?" Jason asked and Peter looked at him. 

"Maybe one day." Peter said and their food arrived breaking the tension. 

"So, how's living with Clark?" Dick asked curiously. 

"Great, actually. I've... I've been doing great." Peter said suddenly feeling uncomfortable. 

"Peter, are you okay?" Clark asked him in concern. Peter whispered something into Clark's ear. 

"Okay, do you want to finish your food first?" Clark asked and Peter shook his head. 

"Alright. B and brood, I apologize but we must be heading out." Clark said standing up. 

"What? Already?" Brcue questioned sadly. 

"Yes, it was lovely meeting you but now we must go." Clark said packing up Peter's and his meals. 

"But we didn't even finish lunch." Damian said and Peter looked at him. 

"I'll see you again someday soon Damian." Peter said as he stood up as well. Damian smiled and nodded. 

"Let's go." Clark said and led Peter out of the Batburger. Bruce watched them go in hearbreak and sadness. 

Peter didn't want to talk to him, to any of them. 

"He looks happy." Jason said breaking the silence they found themselves in. 

"He called Clark "dad"." Bruce said trying his best not to let any emotion show in his voice. 

"What did you do to him?" Duke asked, glaring at Tim. 

"What? I didn't do anything-"

"He was so angry at you. You're the last one he saw before he ran away. What did you do to him?" Duke asked angrily. 

"I... I... he told me the truth about himself and I broke his heart." Tim said guiltily. 

"Boys, it was seven months ago. We have to stop going after him. We'll see him again when he's ready." Bruce said before they could start fighting. They all reluctantly agreed. 

Bruce didn't want to stop. He wanted his sparrow back. He knew he had to stop though. Peter didn't want to see him. His sparrow didn't want to be with him. His sparrow flew away. His sparrow wasn't his anymore. 

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Seeing the bats again brought back up a lot of unpleasant memories and feelings. Kal took care of him though and got him out of there. Kal brought him straight home and calmed him down as he started to panic. 

"Do you want to talk about it?" Kal asked once they were safely home. 

"I don't want to go back. I never ate enough. I was always fighting. I don't want to fight anymore." Peter said, his breathing fast and panicky. 

"You don't ever have to go back and you don't have to fight. They can't make you do anything. You're safe now." Kal comforted him. 

"I don't want to go back." Peter cried into Kal's chest. 

"You don't have to go back. You're safe here. You're safe now. You don't need to fight or build anything. I won't ever let them take you." Kal comforted him and Peter took deep breaths as he calmed down. Peter relaxed feeling safe in his dad's arms. 

"Dad? Do I have to see the bats again?" Peter asked nervously. 

"No, of course not." Kal reassured him and Peter sighed in relief. 

"I'm sorry." Peter apologized in guilt. 

"What for? You didn't do anything wrong." Kal said in confusion 

"No, I know I just... I couldn't even stand five minutes being around them." Peter pointed out sadly. 

"They hurt you, that's not your fault." Kal reminded him. 

"I... I couldn't forgive Tim." Peter said in shame. 

"I know." Kal said in understanding. 

"I don't want to be mad at them forever. I don't want to be scared. I just don't know how to... move on. They took me in when they didn't have to and then..." Peter trailed off sadly. 

"It's okay to say it." Kal reassured him. 

"They made everything worse. They made me into a vigilante. They kept speaking about me like I was some kind of pet. They wanted me to make them wings. I just wanted a family. They just treated me like a threat." Peter broke down crying and Kal held him close. 

"I could never be myself around them. I always had a secret identity." Peter said and Kal shushed him. 

"No more of that. You don't have a secret identity anymore. You're just you and that is all you have to be." Kal comforted him and Peter smiled. 

Ever since Kal got him into therapy Peter's been a lot better. He knows the identities he put on were just a part of him. Something he made up in his mind. He also knows that he never wants to see the bats again. 

He talked with his therapist about everything and they helped him recognize what the bats were actually doing to him. What they actually did to him. They said they cared and Peter believes they did care. They never really trusted him though and Peter didn't trust them either. Peter knows it's partly his fault that he lied to them but he wasn't completely at fault. 

Kal helped him recover and Peter will always be grateful for that. Kal became a father figure to him. Kal saved him. 

Now that Peter was getting back into improving his wings the more he thought of the bats. He didn't want to think about them but he couldn't help but remember what his time with the bats were like. 

Kal supported him through it all and eventually Peter decided that he wanted to be Sparrow again. His wings were always being improved but Peter has made so many different versions of his suit and wings he thinks it's time to get back in the game. 

Kal helped Peter build his own lab and always provided him with any materials he needed. Peter spent most of his time in his lab now and made his way over to work on his wings and suit after talking with Kal. 

Working on his suit and wings became another form of therapy. It helped him calm down and just let his creativity let loose. When he was building he didn't need to worry about the bats or the memories of his past. He felt safe, useful, like he was doing something good for the world. 

"What is that now, like Mark 15?" Kon asked him walking into his lab space after a while of Peter working. 

"Yeah something like that." Peter said vaguely, subtly hiding the lable on his Mark 42 armor/wings. 

"You work too much." Kon said sitting on a chair. 

"Everyone has to have a hobby." Peter said looking into the mask of his latest creation. 

"What even is that anyway?" Kon asked observing him curiously. 

"This is in case I need to pilot the suit remotely. You know if the mission is too dangerous or I need to be two places at once." Peter said having the suit spread out it's massive wings. 

"It's beautiful." Kon said looking at the wings in amazement. 

"Yeah, I'm still working out some minor details." Peter said tilting his head at it and and watched as the suit did the same. 

"Might do some tweaking." Peter said wondering how he could make it better. 

"Well, Dad said it's dinner time and asked me to retrieve you from your experimentation lair." Kon said and Peter sighed. 

"Alright fine. I'll work on this later." Peter said turning off the armor then hitting it in a certain spot making it fall apart. 

"I've never seen you do that before. Why'd you do that?" Kon asked standing up and following Peter out of his lab. 

"Oh I'm implementing something new to my suit, making it so I can call it to me since the technology of nanobots technically doesn't exist here and I only have so many." Peter replied, locking down his lab. 

"Right." Kon said still confused. 

"I guess I could build my own but I don't think I have the equipment. I'll probably work more on that later. So, what's for dinner?" Peter asked as they made their way back to the house. 

"Chicken, mashed potatoes, and corn." Kon informed him. 

"Yes!" Peter celebrated, finally noticing how hungry he got. 

"Hey, Peter how are you doing?" Lois greeted him happily. 

"Good, I still think my suit needs some improvements." Peter said still thinking about his wings. 

"Don't work too hard, honey." Lois said handing him a plate. 

"I'll try not to." Peter chuckled getting some food. 

"You've been spending a lot of your time in that lab lately. What are you building in there?" Kal asked him curiously. 

"Oh just improvements on my wings and suit. Lately I've been thinking of maybe becoming a vigilante again." Peter said nervously. 

"Peter, you don't have to become a vigilante." Kal said and Peter sighed. 

"I know, I just-"

"No, you're not becoming a vigilante again. End of discussion." Kal said sternly and Peter sighed in defeat. Peter has only brought up this subject a few times before but Kal's answer was always the same. 

It made Peter want to hide away in his lab and just build. Build something better, make more improvements, make stuff that eventually will help the environment. Eventually build something good enough to prove he's ready to become a vigilante again. 

"I'm sorry Peter, I didn't mean to snap at you. I just don't want you putting yourself in danger." Kal apologized. 

"I know dad." Peter sighed and let the subject drop. 

"Maybe someday, obviously not now, but maybe in the future, when you're ready of course-"

"What are you trying to say Kon?" Peter chuckled. 

"What I'm trying to say is maybe you could join the Young Justice League." Kon suggested and Peter smiled then looked at Kal. Kal still looked worried. 

"Maybe someday." Peter sighed knowing he definitely wasn't going to be allowed to join the Young Justice League anytime soon. 

Despite not being allowed to be a vigilante again Peter loved living with the Kent family. They treated him like family. They talked through their problems and they always had food to spare. 

Peter hasn't had any identity issues in months. Even though he's been working on his wings and suit and wears them often enough he hasn't lost his mind. Therapy really helped him and he has nightmares less often now. 

Kal and Lois also helped a lot and fully accepted him into the family. They didn't mind his spider traits and habits. They even accommodated some space for some of his more spidery habits and made sure they never had anything he might be allergic to in their food. 

Kon and Jon have become like little brothers to him. Kon always liked visiting him in the lab and watching him work. He didn't always stay because Kon had to be a hero. Peter liked his company though and Kon always made sure he took breaks to play some games and just be a kid from time to time. Everything was okay and Peter felt truly safe and comfortable. 

Peter couldn't stop building though. He still has powers. He still wants to help people. May's words still remained in the back of his mind. "Great power comes with great responsibility." 

Kal wouldn't let him go out though. Peter understood why. Peter killed someone. He didn't want to, it was an accident. Peter still struggles with accepting that. It's become one of his reoccurring nightmares. Part of him doesn't want to go out. He's scared he'll accidentally kill someone again. 

Kal allows him to spar with Kon though. At first Peter was scared to spar with Kon but after the first few sessions it became easier. Peter learned Kon could match his strength and speed. Sparring was good for both of them. It helped Peter keep his skills sharp and make him less afraid of fighting. It helped Kon get better at fighting and improve his fighting tatics. 

"How did the meeting with the bats go?" Lois asked him as they ate together. 

"Uh- pretty terrible. I forgave B but I couldn't forgive Tim then left before they could see me have a panic attack." Peter explained sadly. 

"Oh, Peter. What did they say to you?" Lois asked worriedly. 

"Nothing, they just apologized and I couldn't deal..." Peter trailed off sadly. 

"I know you don't have to explain." Lois said and Peter nodded sighing in relief. 

He really didn't want to explain. 

"Why don't you stay in tonight? Maybe we could play a game." Kon suggested and Peter sighed. 

"I guess I could take a small break from my work in the lab." Peter agreed reluctantly but smiled. 

He loved playing games with his family. 

Peter froze as he realized this is the first time he's thought of the Kent family as his family. Peter started to smile warmly as he realized the Kent family has become his family. 

I finally have a home again. 

Peter couldn't stop smiling the rest of the night and fell asleep content. Peter was dreaming of his new family. They were all eating together around the table. Then suddenly the room went black and two green glowing eyes hovered above the table. 

Peter's blood turned to ice as he realized who exactly this was. 

"Death." Peter whispered starting to panic. 

"It's time." Death chuckled and suddenly a dark green glow lit up the room and Peter saw his family all dead around him. 

"No." Peter said tearing up. 

"You're mine." Death's voice echoed in his ears as sharp claws lifted him up by the front of the shirt. 

"No!" Peter woke up screaming and crying. Kal was immediately by his side and helped him calm down. 

"What was it this time?" Kal asked after Peter calmed down. 

"Death came for me, for you. Death killed all of you." Peter cried into his chest. 

"You made a deal with the King of Death. Constantine said once a deal is made it can not be broken by either side, especially with a deal as big as yours." Kal reassured him.

"I know I just... I don't want to lose you." Peter sobbed and Kal hugged him close. 

"I don't want to lose you either." Kal said and Peter hugged him tightly. 

"Do you think talking with Death would make you feel better?" Kal asked him and Peter chuckled. 

"No, I think I would rather stay away from Death for as long as I'm alive." Peter said and Kal nodded. 

"It was just an idea. It would be a hell of a headache to try and convince Constantine to summon the King of Death again anyway." Kal said and Peter laughed. 

"Goodnight dad." Peter said as he hugged his otter stuffed animal. 

"Goodnight Peter, sweet dreams." Kal said kissing his forehead. 

"Hopefully." Peter said and Kal ran a hand through his hair then left the room. 

Peter fell asleep again and was glad when he woke up the next morning with no memory of his dream. 

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Clark noticed it, the subtle change in Peter. Peter was happier, he hung out with Kon and Jon more. Peter would bring Clark into his lab to show off all that he built. Peter would build a lot. Peter loved experimenting and his suits of armor became more independent. Peter worked on code and was even working on a new AI. 

Clark also noticed how worried Peter was when Clark would come back from a mission. Peter would make him pieces of armor and gadgets to help him fight. To Peter it didn't matter that Clark was near invincible. Peter built him armor, gadgets, even an extra suit of armor he called Mark 42 he could pilot himself without actually being there. 

Clark didn't allow Peter to bring the armor out into battle yet but he knew Peter was close to building something truly incredible. Something he couldn't stop the kid from sneaking out into the battlefield. 

The first sign he saw that Peter was planning on sneaking out was the way he was building his suit. Peter would practice using Mark 42 all the time now. Peter made the suit so it could fly and move like him. The suit could even break apart and put itself back together again. 

He has to nip this idea in the bud. He can't let Peter fight again. 

"Peter, we need to talk." Clark said interrupting his sparring session with Kon. 

"What?" Peter asked then Kon hit Mark 42 making it fall apart. 

"Darn it dad you made me lose the fight." Peter pouted having Mark 42 rebuild itself in record time and stand beside him. Mark 42 was badly dented and one of it's hands fell off. 

"I'm pretty sure you were going to lose anyway." Clark said and Peter sighed. 

"What did you want to talk about?" Peter asked picking up the gauntlet. 

"This... you fighting again." Clark said motioning to the armor. 

"You... you're going to allow me to fight again?" Peter guessed hopefully. 

"No, I don't want you fighting. I do know about your plan though." Clark said and Peter chuckled nervously. 

"What plan?" Peter said allowing Mark 42 to fall apart again. 

"Mark 42, this." Clark grabbed the helmet that controlled Mark 42 from Peter's head. 

"Hey, be careful with that." Peter said frowning at him. 

"Peter, I know you. You're planning to take this out to battle." Clark said keeping it from Peter's reach. 

"S-so what? I won't actually be in the suit. I'll be safe." Peter said and Clark shook his head. 

"This is not about your physical safety. You can't get back into this." Clark said and Peter glared at him. 

"Why not? Why can't I fight?" Peter asked and Clark sighed. 

"Okay psych assement right now." Clark said and Peter sighed. 

"How many nightmares have you had in the past week?" Clark asked and Peter dipped his head. 

"Two." Peter answered sourly. 

"Which ones?" Clark asked keeping the helmet away from him. 

"The Death one and... and the one about Deadshot." Peter admitted hesitantly. 

"And why do you think you're ready to go back out in the field?" Clark asked and Peter whined. 

"I... I'm not going back in the field. I'm just sending Mark 42 out in the field." Peter said motioning to Mark 42 who was broken up in pieces on the floor. 

"You'll still be controlling Mark 42. You will still see battle. What makes you think you're ready for that?" Clark asked seriously. 

"I have a responsibility-"

"Nope, not an excuse. You don't have any responsibility to be out there." Clark said and Peter scoffed. 

"I... I have powers." Peter defended himself. 

"You're not super human." Clark said seriously. 

"I still have powers and I still want to help people." Peter whined. 

"And you do that fine by creating those inventions of yours." Clark pointed out. 

"But I want to be a hero." Peter said getting frustrated. 

"Why?" Clark asked raising an eyebrow at him and Peter went silent. 

"Dad, I... I know how to be a hero. I can help people. I can save lives. I'm eighteen-" 

"You're almost eighteen. You can be a hero when you're older." Clark said and Peter grumbled. 

"How much older?" Peter asked sadly. 

"Until you're twenty one." Clark said sternly. 

"T-twenty one?" Peter stuttered sadly. 

"You need time to recover. Not only that but you need to live your life. Have you ever thought about college?" Clark asked and Peter bowed his head. 

"I... I wanted to go to MIT." Peter said reluctantly. 

"Why don't you?" Clark asked and Peter sighed sadly. 

"I don't exactly exist here. I have no past, no documents or proof that I exist." Peter said sadly. 

"Peter you can still go to college if you want to go to college." Clark told him gently. 

"But I don't have any-"

"I can get you papers Peter. You're a smart kid. I'd bet you'd thrive in college." Clark said and Peter sighed. 

"Dad... I'm not... normal." Peter said sadly. 

"Well, good thing for you MIT accepts metas. You can be normal again Peter."  Clark said and Peter looked away from him. 

"Dad... what if something happens again. What if... I'm attacked or-"

"I will always protect you. I can hear you from hundreds of miles away. I won't let anything happen to you." Clark reassured him. 

"I just... I don't know. What if I hurt someone again." Peter said sadly. 

"You're curse is gone. You can control your strength. You're not going to hurt anyone." Clark comforted him, opening his arms for a hug. 

"Can I really be normal again?" Peter asked fully accepting the hug. 

"Of course you can." Clark said kissing his forehead. 

"I love you dad." Peter said hugging Clark tight. 

"I love you too son." Clark said sincerely. 

"When you do go to college though, don't you dare think of sneaking out to be a vigilante. I'll hear you and I'll take you home right away." Clark said sternly. 

"Curse your super hearing." Peter whispered and Clark chuckled. 

"I care about you Peter. I just want what's best for you." Clark said and Peter sighed. 

"I-I guess." Peter agreed reluctantly. 

Getting Peter into college was a lengthy process and as the days went on Peter spent less time in the lab and more time studying history since this universe was too different to his own. 

Peter took the GED and aced it. He also applied to many colleges including MIT. Clark made an identity for him and Peter officially became Peter Parker-Kent. 

Peter got accepted into MIT and in just a few short weeks Peter was off to college. 

Clark honestly didn't want to let him go and made him promise to visit often. Peter promised to visit and had a tearfull goodbye as he headed to campus. 

Clark listened for him often and was glad when he heard Peter making friends and excelling during class. Peter was able to have a normal college life and graduated with flying colors. 

Peter got a job at Queen Consolidated which Clark approved of since he knew Oliver wouldn't treat him unwell. Peter still invented stuff and came around often. Peter didn't talk about fighting anymore though and seemed to leave the vigilante life behind. 

After a few more years Peter eventually decided to forgive Tim and the rest of the bats. The bats forgave him as well for running away and things were peaceful again. Tim and Peter made up and eventually even started dating again. 

Things worked out between them and they eventually got married. 

Happily ever after. 

The end.