A.N.: Here it is! Batman and a Spider-Man crossover. Although, to be frank, it's really more of a Batman/Spider-Man's Love Interests fanfiction than anything. I also feel the need to start putting this notice before any new story I make so listen: If you ever, in this/any story or otherwise, see Batman do something that you claim he wouldn't do, I just want you to remember… this is MY depiction of Batman that I am basing off of canon Batman. Let my just repeat that so it can sink in: Green's Batman and Green's own interpretation. Okay? That doesn't mean that you can't tell me if you don't like something that Batman does because, so long as I'm basing him off of canon, some of the things still apply (he trained across the world, he mastered 127 martial arts, World's Greatest Detective, etc.) but minor things that I change about him are my own thing(Wearing a bat-suit with red-eyes, being young, etc.). Spider-Man, on the hand, is not an un-canon interpretation so let me know if I messed him up. Enjoy!

Three men snuck into a bank in the middle of the night, moving with ghost-like silence. They had taken out the security cameras prior to sneaking in and were now in the main room. The first man sprayed around the room, revealing lasers. He then maneuvered his way around them until he was at the dome that contained their treasure – an expensive diamond bracelet worth millions on the black market. The man nabbed it and gave a thumbs up to his friends. They returned the gesture. He re-maneuvered himself back around the lasers and then they all bolted, running for the door.

Just as they got to the door did they realize that one of them was missing. They turned around and jumped upon seeing the figure glowering over them. He was a demonic, dark figure with blood red eyes and a red bat symbol on his chest. The men burst through the door, leaving their friend behind without a second thought.

"What the hell was that?!"

"I think that was the Batman!"

"The Batman?! What the bloody friggin' hell is he doin' here?! It's New York for crying out loud!"

The men jumped into the car but Batman landed on the hood, glaring at them menacingly. They froze in their spot, unwilling and unable to move. Batman grabbed them both through the glass of the car and pulled them out.

"You both worked for Sal Maroni several years ago, right?"

"Y-yeah, man, but we quit that gig! W-we're on our own now!"

"But you still keep in contact with some of Maroni's men, don't you?"

"S-s-sometimes..."

The Batman smirked. "Good. Let's have a little 'chat'."

A prowler jumped from roof to roof, a bag in her hand. She smiled to herself in satisfaction. She had captured a good find tonight. This prowler was known as the Black Cat and she was starting to make a name for herself in the city. She was becoming infamously known as a jewel thief but truthfully, she didn't need it. She just enjoyed the rush, the feeling of nabbing something right from under someone's nose. It was in her blood. She was quite attractive, standing at an average height with long, flowing silvery hair. She had a black domino mask on her face and a black catsuit with white fur on her collarbone area, arms and calves. She wore white gloves and white boots.

"AAH, AAH!"

Black Cat stopped upon hearing a scream, crouching down near the edge of a roof to see a man in a batsuit holding two criminals over the edge of a building. The man looked majestic, almost like he blended in with the night. She grinned in primal interest, almost like that of a cat.

"Well, well..."

"Sal Maroni sent a key witness and important lieutenant of his to this city to hide away from me, thinking I wouldn't track him down. You two are some of the most used contacts in this city – Sal Maroni, Penguin, Kingpin, you find places for their people to hide out and they're never found. You're going to tell me where you kept this one or I'll drop you to the pavement below!"

"Alright, alright! He's staying in a room off of Mama's Greazy Pizza!"

"If you're lying to me..."

"I'm telling the truth! I swear!"

"Good." Batman released them, letting their bodies fall.

"AAAH!" They screamed until they came unto a sudden stop, a wire attached to their legs.

"Some negotiator you are."

Batman glanced behind him to see the Black Cat standing on a building adjacent to his, the rooftop slightly higher. "The Batman, I presume." She said, jumping down to his rooftop.

"You're the Black Cat. A thief that has been reported to be stealing from upper class people in Manhattan."

"So, you've heard of me." She smirked, walking up to him. "I'm flattered."

He glanced down to the bag in her hand. Narrowing his eyes, he said, "You have stolen property in there."

"My, my, aren't you observant?"

"You're going to return it."

"Heh, if you want me to return it..." She jumped off the building and extended a line to another, swinging away. "You'll have to catch me!"

Batman narrowed his eyes and shot out his grapple, swinging on after her. They swung through the night, running through the rooftops like two parallels of each other. Black Cat laughed, enjoying the chase while Batman maintained his stern scowl, keeping on the cat burglar. Black Cat jumped off the roof and threw her wire outwards, attaching it to a flag pole. She swung away, landing on a fire escape balcony. The Batman landed below her, glancing up at her. Black Cat stood up and turned around, her posterior facing him from above.

"Enjoying the view?" She teased. With cat-like agility, she began jumping upward from balcony to balcony until she landed on the roof. Batman grappled after her, his line attaching to the roof but when he began ascending up, she kicked the hook off, causing him to fall. He recovered by grabbing the balcony rail and glanced up. Black Cat winked down at him, blowing a kiss.

"Better luck next time, handsome." She disappeared from sight, leaving Batman hanging. He hung there for a moment before a small, barely visible half-smile cocked onto his face and he gave a low, uncharacteristic whistle.

Deciding he had more important matters to handle, Batman followed up on the lead he got from his interrogation. He landed on a rooftop that overlooked a warehouse near the river. Using the binocular functions on his cowl, he zoomed in on the activity taking place. Thugs were transporting product from the warehouse to the trucks and shipping them off. Zooming in on their lips, he saw that one said "-have this one driven to Gotham by 9 at night. The Penguin wants you shipping into the back lot." Batman made a mental note to remember that and then stood up. He had visited the man's apartment but he wasn't there. He had tracked the man's whereabouts to a job he was working at this place, transporting drugs for various crime bosses. Batman glided down to the warehouse building, sneaking through the window. He made it to the top floor and stealthily moved around the room, taking out a few unsuspecting guards until he came to the main room, standing on the walkway from above. He glanced down, spotting his target carrying some boxes. He moved his attention to the mini-computers on his arm and began punching in a few commands. The lights shut off as Batman stood on the railing and jumped down on a blind guard. With his night vision on, Batman took out several guards in silence. When the lights came back on, the last remaining man, the target, gasped to see all of his comrades lying unconscious. He spun around and screamed like a little girl when he saw the Batman standing over him. Batman grabbed his neck, lifted him up and painfully pressed him up against the wall, glaring at him.

"Alright, scum… we have a few things to discuss."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! If you're gonna break up with your boyfriend, shouldn't you do it over dinner, like at your place and all that? I'm just saying." Batman glanced behind him to see the infamous Spider-Man that has been sighted in New York for the past couple of years. According to slander by J. J. Jameson, this man is a 'menace' to New York City but considering slander written about him that has only recently begun to change, he really didn't believe that. "So you're the Batman, huh? I expected you to taller."

Batman lowered the man, still staring at Spider-Man, who was sticking to a wall. The costumed man dropped down, striding up to about a yard behind Batman. "You're in the way. Leave, now." Batman turned his attention back to the criminal. Batman raised his fist and attempted to punch the man when a web stopped his arm. He glanced behind him again, seeing Spider-Man holding his arm back.

"Sorry, can't do that. Ya see, I was happily swinging through the city like you do, when I saw a few thugs hanging from a rooftop with soiled pants and traumatized eyes. I don't judge what you do in your city but in these parts, I'm the sheriff."

Batman dropped the thug and with his other hand, grabbed the web. "I won't repeat myself."

"Me neither." Spider-Man replied firmly. Batman activated his gloves, an electric current running through the web and shocking Spider-Man. He let go of his web, giving Batman the leeway to throw a pellet to the ground, releasing a green smoke that allowed him to disappear. Spider-Man coughed, waving away the smoke. He glanced around, seeing that Batman was no longer visible.

"Alright, alright… you can come out now. I promise, I won't tell mommy and daddy that you were acting up this evening." Spider-Man, on full alert, began walking through the warehouse.

From an unknown vantage point, Batman watched and observed. "I know everything I need to know about him… his weaknesses, his strengths. Let's see how this plays out, Peter Parker."

Batarangs flew at Spider-Man, the webslinger not noticing them until they hit him in the arm and leg. Spidey rolled to the side, webbing the ceiling and pulled himself up to it. He stuck to the wall, taking the projectiles out of his body.

"What was that?!" He thought incredulously. "Why didn't my Spider-Sense go off?"

Spider-Man began moving across the ceiling, looking out for any sign of the Batman. Needless to say, he couldn't find one.

"Three, two, one..."

Spider-Man fell to the floor, painfully grabbing his head. "What the-! My Spider-Sense is going crazy! What's… going on?!"

And like a demon, the Batman emerged from the shadows. He walked up to Spider-Man, the crimson blue vigilante unable to move, his head pounding to the point where it felt it would explode.

"Wh-what did you… do?!" He stuttered out through his groans and wails.

"A gas I had worked up in case I ever ran into you. It won't kill you, just leave you with what would feel like the worst hangover you've ever felt in your life. I've been studying you carefully, learning about you in private. I know everything. Who you are, where you live, who you know, what you like and why you like it… I've even deduced why you do what you do, Parker. So, I say this with great warning and barely intact tolerance… Stay the hell out of my way, insect." Batman put his boot on the man's face for good measure, making sure he understood who was in charge. He then stepped off and draped his cape over his person, disappearing in the shadows. In the commotion, his target had gotten away but the Batman knew he would track him down eventually.

The next day, Bruce sat in the back car of his limo, being driven by his butler and trustworthy friend, Alfred.

"That damn Spider-Man got in my way last night." Bruce remarked, fixing the cuff of his shirt.

"Such a shame, sir. That loss of your lead forced you to come back to your hotel to do your brooding."

Bruce glanced out the window, looking out at the skyscrapers. He never liked New York. Something about it to him that made him feel so hollow inside. Gotham, despite its massive hang-ups, always filled a certain hole inside of him and made him feel attached. It probably had to due with the fact that he had lost his parents on those streets and their blood helped forge a bond that he couldn't let go of. He loved his city. For all its flaws, he loved it like a parent would a child.

"Will we be going to the office today, sir?"

"Not today, Alfred. I want to visit a friend. I haven't seen her in awhile and I figured I might as well so long as I'm in town."

The car stopped in front of a modeling agency, Bruce stepping out. The wind blew through his slicked back black hair, his blue eyes attracted the attention of the opposite sex and his overall figure commanded attention as he casually strode into the building through the front door.

Stepping off the elevator, Bruce walked into the photo-shoot studios like he owned it, because he did, and leaned against the wall, watching the scene.

"Yes, yes! That's good, baby! Feed the camera, Mary Jane, feed it! Good, that's sexy, that's sexy!"

Posing in front of the camera was the crimson haired beauty, Mary Jane Watson. She stood in a blue shirt that was tied below her chest, exposing her belly, and leather black pants along with black heels. She had green eyes and was a little taller than average height. The woman moved with the flash, understanding the art she was exhibiting. She owned it, blended with it and, having taken notice of Bruce in the room, only seemed to express it more exotically.

"Good shoot, Mary Jane."

"Thanks, Andrew." Mary Jane, swaying her hips, walked over to Bruce and stopped in front of him with her arms crossed and a flirtatious smirk on her face. "Long time no see, Mr. Playboy."

"Sorry, MJ. I've been busy."

"Obviously. No calls, emails. A girl gets lonely, you know? Ever since that dance at that party last year, I haven't seen you as often."

"I do apologize, I sincerely do." His face formed an apologetic but charming smile.

Mary Jane raised her index finger, wagging it back and forth. "Nuh uh, rich boy. I won't accept that. If you really want to show me you're sorry," She reached out and wrapped her arms around his. "You can take me out for a nice, expensive lunch. Expensive."

Bruce sighed jokingly. "If I didn't know any better, woman, I'd say you were a gold digger."

"Definitely. When I see the end of the rainbow, you better be sure I steal that leprechaun's gold."

Bruce and MJ shared a small laugh before walking out the studio, arm and arm.

Bruce and Mary Jane sat at the table of a small but expensive diner, their food in front of them.

"I must admit," Bruce started. "I did enjoy that photo session. You've come along way as an actress and modeling too."

"You know Brucie, with your looks and cheekbones, you could probably be a pretty good model yourself. You have the face of an actor and the ass of an athlete."

Bruce chuckled, drinking down a glass of water. "No thank you. I don't need to be any more sexualized than I already am."

Mary Jane giggled, covering her mouth. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I can't tell you how many people ogle my chest when they recognize me from a magazine cover."

Bruce glanced at her chest in such a brief moment that any other person wouldn't catch the look. Mary Jane did and even knew he did it intentionally. "Heh. Yeah, I could see that."

She smiled and crossed her legs, her foot going up his thigh under the table. Bruce facial expression didn't change except with a slight raising of the eyebrow.

"So Brucie, are you seeing anyone lately?"

"Nope. Been too busy, especially around nighttime. You?"

She sighed, put her cheek in her hand and glanced away for a brief moment. "No… there was one guy where I thought it might lead to something but he ended up going for someone else. I heard they broke up but me and the guy haven't spoken in awhile, so… yeah." She turned back to Bruce, who gave her a small smile.

"Well, unlucky for him. He missed a prime opportunity. I don't tend to do that." His hand, under the table, softly massaged her foot.

MJ grinned sexily. "Oh, really?"

Bruce returned her expression. "Really."

Her back slammed against the hallway wall but she didn't feel it, moaning in the heated kiss between her and Bruce. He grabbed her hips and lifted her up, having her legs wrapping his back. He opened the door to the of his hotel room and then kicked it closed, her hands running through his hair. She reached to the buttons of her shirt and threw it off, tossing it to the floor as Bruce fell to the bed, her back meeting the mattress first. His body on top of her, he took off his business jacket and shirt, Mary Jane already having undone the tie. He returned his lips to hers and from there on, the room was filled with loud screams, noises and sweat. Lots of it.

When all was said and done, Bruce and Mary Jane lay in their bed, their clothes all over the hotel floor and the sheets over their bodies. MJ laid her head on Bruce's chest, panting far heavier than him. She was smiling widely, both speechless and breathless. Her hair was frizzy but, of course, she currently didn't care.

"That was… just… was… wow..."

Bruce, slightly out of breath, simply gave a small smirk and laid his head back on his pillow.

A.N.: Bam! Short chapter but there will be more. I just wanted it to note that I don't hate Spider-Man but actually like him. However, I do also like the girls he likes so there's that conflict but, oh well. If you liked it, please let me know as well as follow and favorite it if you think it will lead to something interesting. If you want to know more about his appearance, please check out my profile page. Until next chapter.

Green out.