The Bat and the Spider

Comics X-over of:

Spider-Man

Batgirl

Rated T: violence, action, intense scenes, thematic elements

Genres: sci-fi, drama, humor, romance, action/adventure, thriller, suspense, fantasy

Pairing: Peter Parker/Spider-Man X Barbara Gordon/Batgirl

A/N: This story takes place in some AU that's a mashup of the Spider-Man worlds (both movies & comics) and the Batgirl comics (original and New 52). Time period is about a year after Peter "had a bite" and Uncle Ben died. Babs is in highschool, too, just recently becoming Batgirly. And I may or may not have Batman exist in it. So Batgirl can be more independent. May or may not. (As in there's a 75% chance he won't exist or just won't appear in the fanfic.)

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own the Batverse or Spideyverse as I like to call them! I am only doing this for fun! I know it's DC mixed with Marvel but... haters gonna hate. I may have villains normally appearing Teen Titans, Avengers, and other related fandoms.
Enjoy!

Batgirl's POV:

- Flash-

Lightning splits the sky in half, cackling viciously.

I'm not startled. Instead, encouraged, I run faster.

My heart races. I almost smirk. But this is serious business.

I run through the city and skim through the atmosphere for my enemy. My first enemy.

He's got an expensive jewel, stolen from a museum. If I don't get it back, it'll be on eBay in a millisecond!

Reluctantly, I slow down so I can absorb my surroundings. I manage to muffle my panting so I don't blow my cover. I'm in a parking lot by a church. The darkness of the night sky wraps around me like a cloak and I become invisible. But for a split second I will be seen. And I will see him as well. I cover my mouth and take a deep breath so I can clear my head; I can think straight, process correctly over the buzz of my adrenaline.

But I am just left there waiting. I would say something sassy, maybe a really bad pun or something but... I can't think of anything. Besides. I'd be screwed.

Then, finally-

-Flash-

My eyes snap to him. The first crook I ever nabbed.

Killer Moth.

That single flash was all I needed.

I sprint towards him and launch a kick at full force into his stomach. He staggers. Not enough though.

Killer Moth chuckles maniacally and drones in the air.

I fight the urge to smile and buff my fingers.

"Peek-a-boo." I tease with a wink.

"Ah, the Batgirl. Does the little welp wish to play a game of tag? You know, you really shouldn't play this late at night. You could be taken by strangers!" He hisses and dives at me.

I duck in time. Barely.

"Easy for you to say." I retort and sneakily pull a batarang from my belt. "Last time I checked, we were playing cops and robbers."

I say and fling the projectile at his wings.

He easily moves out of the way and shoots some slime right. I hop backwards. Barely a smudge gets on my boot. That is enough to tick me off.

I catch my trusty batarang.

"What's the problem, Batgirl? I thought bats liked moths for dinner." He says and lunges at me.

I am tackled to the ground, my back bursting in agony, and my face is clawed.

I grunt in pain but kick him in the waist.

Saliva spurts out of his mouth.

I roll out from under him and brush off my cape.

"As if, Moth." I say.

I feel my face for blood. My fingers are stained crimson.

Great. Now how do I explain this to dad? I think. I scowl and catch my breath.

Lightning bursts in the sky.

My bones rattle a bit, in fear and a pleasant thrill.

Killer Moth isn't here.

I beam, inflamed.

"Oh... So, the moth wants to play a little hide and seek now, huh?" I utter and cautiously walk through the parking lot.

-Flash-

I catch a glimpse of Killer Moth in the church.

Thank you, photographic memory. I think and sprint into the shadowy night that drips in the air, tiptoeing.

Such a gorgeous place had to be tinted in darkness. But I strain my senses to detect anything. I would use my multi-light tracers in my mask lenses but I need to stay discreet.

-Flash-

"Yes." I whisper and throw my batarang at Killer Moth. It collides into his flesh with a -fwing-. He stumbles. I run towards him, jump, leap off a bench and kick him square in the neck. His head is shot back and more spit pops out.

"Say it. Don't spray it, tough guy." I say and punch.

He snatches my wrist, twists my arm, and kicks me backwards. I hit the ground with an "oof" sound.

Aw, come on. I think.

I take deep breaths.

-Flash-

The villain shoots mucus at me. Some of it gets on my outfit.

Great. Just great. I'm gonna need to run this get-up at least twenty times through the washing machine. I think.

I sigh, irritated.

"You know, you're really bugging me now." I say, biting my tongue afterwards at the pun.

Sorry, folks. Just had to. It kinda becomes an instinct, a reflex when you're a superhero after a little while.

I attempt to do a flipping kick but my left side is glued to the ground.

I shoot him a death glare.

He laughs, rather cliche-ly... If that's a word.

Swiftly, I get my batarang and slice myself free from the goo.

I give him a twirling kick and he hits the ground.

I'm clawed again, knocked backwards and hurled almost into a bench.

I shout in misery but I don't give up.

I keep trying to talk but the wind is knocked out of me.

"Uh... Ugh..." I keep grunting, helplessly. In my head, I am ranting at 100 mph. "Uh..."

-Flash-

The lightning glows through the stained glass windows, projecting eerie illusions over the cold floor. The thunder makes the ground rumble.

I try to get up, but keep stumbling. Oh, and grunting boyishly.

The Moth snickers evilly.

"Looks like this little present needs to be wrapped up." He teases and readies himself, preparing to envelop my body in a cocoon of mucus.

Despite my aching body, my fingers edge stealthily to my batarang, me breathing jaggedly.

I try to stop grunting so I don't look pitiful.

His footsteps almost echo in the room.

I never remembered him being so... Dark.

I strain myself not to shudder as I grip my shuriken.

"Nighty night, little bat." He says.

I scowl, fighting with everything left in me to keep my dignity.

Then-

-THWIP, THWIP-

Suddenly, an indistinguishable figure swings from the ceiling and kicks Killer Moth from behind. I can barely tell what's going on, what with their gimmicks and the shadows swallowing us.

I hear a voice next. A voice that is full of sass but somehow gives me a speck of hope.

"Who are you to boss around the lady? Cuz, somehow, I don't think it's her curfew, buddy." It says.

Definitely male. And young sounding.

I squint my eyes uselessly.

- Flash -

I catch a glimpse of a person about my height in a fighting stance, hovering carelessly by a baffled Killer Moth.

Oh, yes. This is just what I need. A break. I deem and shakily stand up.

My nemesis laughs, pleased-sounding.

"Oh. Well, would you look at that. Another insect has come for our little play date." He says.

Uh, oh. I think, worried.

"Ugh. Come on! Um, hellooo?" The playful voice says. He hops over to the top of a chair. "It's arachnid. Say it with me. Ah. Rach-"

Killer Moth shoots a goo missile at the interference.

"Crap!" The supposed vigilante exclaims as he flexibly dodges the slimy projectiles.

-PEWM-

-PEWM-

-PEWM-

And the slim figure still maneuvers out of harm's reach, almost like liquid.

I can't help but gawk in awe.

But I snap out of it, even while being amazed by this creature's fluid movements.

The perfect distraction. I think.

The closer I get to them, the stranger things get.

It seems as though the person who just saved my guts back there is wearing a skin-tight jumpsuit, colored in blue and red. With each step, I feel more familiar and cautious about the character. I feel like I should recognize him, but it's so hard to see through the gray scale.

The dare-devil gets hit a couple times, but he really doesn't seem that fazed about it.

While I'm blown a way, I keep my guard up and I'm still not exactly sure what I am seeing.

I pull out my grappling hook, jump on a bench, then fire the hook into the air. It wraps around a ledge above us. I swing through the air and kick Killer Moth from behind, injuring his wings. He falls forwards, crashing into a couple benches. Showing off for my "rescuer", I flip in the air and land on the ground with feline (or should I say bat...?) grace.

"Whew. Now you know what if feels like to be in my shoes, eh, Moth?" I tease and flip my hair back. Not that anyone can really see though because it's dark. I decide to do things the old fashioned way by pulling out my flashlight. I turn it on, unfortunately turning down how dramatic I looked by a few notches, but it is necessary.

I handcuffed him, and brought him outside for the police to pick up. I handed the jewel to the cops and told them I was always there to help.

But, curious, I head back into the church, searching for that odd person who saved me time, oh, and my life.

It finally starts to rain outside, making it all the more morbid in the beautiful sanctuary. Crystal orbs of water slide down the stained-glass.

I turn on the flashlight and sigh.

"Where did you go...?" I ask the mysterious figure. I freeze in the center of the room and cautiously slide the glow from my torch across every place I can think of. I still can't find him. "Come on..." I say. I know I'll die of curiosity (pigging out on doughnuts) if I don't find out who the guy is.

"... Ever think of looking up, miss?" A voice says from behind me.

I jump a bit, embarrassing myself. I form a fist with my free hand and gingerly turn. I raise my light on a strange silhouette... Hanging upside down, grasping a thin white line attached to the ceiling. He casually gazes at me, out of large white lenses. He has a muscular form and a stature like my own. He lowers himself, the white line lengthening, so his masked face is above mine. He is just a foot or two in front of me.

That is it. I let my jaw drop.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you, miss. I just had to make sure you're on the right side. Oh, and I had to have a dramatic intro." He explains.

"Who... Who are you...?" I say, stunned by his uncanny abilities. I swallow, take a deep breath, and calm myself.

"Who, me? Oh, I'm just your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man..." He twirls off of the web and gracefully lands on top of a bench, balancing on his toes and fingertips. "Being friendly... In the, you know... In the neighborhood..."

"Oh, right... I do believe I've heard of you." I say, recollecting myself with a little grin.

"Really?" He says and tilts his head to the side. Spider-Man jumps off the bench, flips, and lands in front of me. "Have you heard of the naughty, criminal me? The evil Spidey? The faux moi? You know, the one framed to have been affiliated with a nuclear threat, all kindsa thefts, and, ah, what not? ...Hm?"

I blink, waiting for more information.

"Or- or have you heard of- waaait for iiit- dundunuh!" He says and hops over to another spot in the room where I shove my "spotlight" on him. "The heroic, the just, the one and onlaaay- and totally legit, by the way... The real Spider-Man!" He does some "heroic" poses (muscle flexes, finger buffs, etc.) to prove his point.

I smile.

I say. "Yeah. Sorry to break it to you, pal, but I've gotta say I've heard of both."

He slightly ducks his head, disappointed. "Ok... I can't exactly blame you... I can't exactly. But- anywho, just know the latter, yeah, the last one? That one's the real one." Spider-Man says. "Okay?"

I nod.

"Alright, web-slinger. I know rumors when I hear them. Don't worry..." I say. "But I am a bit of a detective so don't test me."

He nods and stands nearer me.

My eyes go up and down his slender yet strong physique and his detailed costume.

I have probably, at least, a million questions to ask him.

"Syooo... How about we talk a little less about me and more about you..." He says and admires my billowy cape. "... Who are you, exactly?"

"I am Batgirl." I say.

"Oh... Batgirl... Bats... Cool... Coolio." He says. "I like the gimmick... So do you has any powers?" He asks and hops on another bench, looking like an innocent kid listening to a bedtime story.

I chuckle silently.

"No. I don't has any powers." I say. "I use my intellect, intuition, guts, and gadgets."

"Ooh! Gadgets? Sounds fun!" He says.

I nod. "... So, what exactly are you, Spider-Man?" I ask suspiciously.

"I'm a human mutate." The vigilante says casually.

"Oh. Ok. How did you become this way exactly?" I continue.

"Hey, hey, hey. I don't know you like that. Let's not rush into things, 'kay?" He sasses. I know he's teasing me.

"Fine. You have your secrets. I have mine." I say.

He says. "Yeah." He walks noiselessly to my side.

"... How do you see in the dark?" I ask, smelling a hint of sweat.

He taps his large white eyes. "Night vision."

"Really, now?... Huh." I say and nod, digesting.

"By the way... You kicked butt back there." He compliments. "I mean- that was incredible."

I beam and nod politely.

"Why, thank you, Spider-Man. I wouldn't have been able to do it without you." I say.

"I know... Oh, but you've got a little schmutz on your face." He says and points to his own cheek.

I duck my head a bit.

"Oh, I'm aware of it." I say.

"Yeah, you may want to wash that..." He states.

I don't say anything.

A police siren goes off.

We look up at the same time, his large eyes sparkling in my torch's light.

"Well. Duty calls..." He says. "Maybe I'll- see you later...?"

I grin a little and give him a sideways glance.

"Maybe. That would be nice, Spider-Man." I say.

"Cool." Spider-Man agrees. "By the way, you can call me Spidey..."

He walks towards the open church doors, even while turbulent rain is raging.

The superhero sighs and faces me.

"Well, Batgirly... It's a pleasure doing business with you." He says, cutesie, and salutes me.

"You, too, Spidey." I agree, dimples forming on my face.

He makes the rock-on symbol with his fingers and a white line of webbing streaks out of his wrist.

I raise my brows, intrigued.

"Well, toodles!" He says playfully, waves, and swings through the midnight air.

I watch as he disappears, in awe. Then I chuckle and shake my head, walking into the bitter cold downpour.

Life as Batgirl just got a lot more fun.

A/N: Hello, there! Not sure if this is going to be a popular pairing or not, but I thought I might as well try something new. I'd rather lead a crowd than follow it.

***DISCLAIMERS: I DO NOT OWN SPIDER-MAN OR BATGIRL. I EDITED THE BOOK COVER. THE ORIGINAL PICTURES DO NOT BELONG TO ME. ALL COPYRIGHT GOES TO THE COSPLAYER, DC AND MARVEL***

All inspiration comes from:

* Showcase: Batgirl
* Batgirl: The New 52
* Spider-Man trilogy
* Ultimate Spider-Man (comics/show)

This is my pilot chapter, so I'll continue it if I get enough readers.

There may be slight hints of Peter X Gwen X MJ and Barb X Richard.

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DreamKnightess