Worlds Combine #2:

Spider-Man

By karaokecowboy76

I am Uatu, a member of a cosmically powered group known as the Watchers.

There are few in the many and varied universes that can match my power,

But though I can intercede in the events you are about to hear of, such is not my place.

Mine is but to watch and record, but never to interfere…

I am the Watcher

Historians Note: For those of you who care, I am placing this story in the DC Universe sometime after Flashpoint, so Barbara Gordon is once again Batgirl!

Somewhere above the rooftops of New York City:

            The new World Trade Center building was nice, but he missed the Twin Towers.  It had been awesome swinging between the two buildings, leaping from one to the other on his way to the top and perching on the side of them to look out over his city.  Of course, it had taken them awhile to build this new tower, modeled after the original twins and while they had been doing so he had been able to utilize the Park Avenue building and the Empire State Building, the second and third highest in the city, but it hadn’t been the same.  This new World Trade Center building wasn’t the same either, but at least it was as tall as the old towers had been.

            Spider-Man was on patrol tonight, specifically searching for the mutant madman known as the Toad who had apparently got the better of a new superheroine, transplanted from another dimension, at least that’s what Johnny had told him when he passed the news along.  It appeared that the Toad, always a little mentally unstable, had actually raped this woman, who was now at Avengers Headquarters, under the care of that legendary team.  The whole city, law enforcement and the other heroes commonly in attendance had been alerted to watch for the Toad.  So far, Spider-Man hadn’t had any luck, but he didn’t think Toynbee was stupid enough to still be in the city either.

            “Hey Spider!”  he turned his head to the left and felt his heart flutter slightly in his chest.  Felicia Hardy, known to the world at large as the Black Cat was standing on a rooftop down below, leaning against a chimney with her arms crossed beneath her incredible bosom, staring up at him.  As always, she wore a sleek black body suit, or perhaps “catsuit” would be a better way to put it, the daringly plunging V at the front lined in white fur, as were the gloves and boots she wore.  Her hair, which he knew to be blonde when she wasn’t in costume, was long and white and she had a basic mask around her startlingly blue eyes.

            Adjusting his trajectory, he swung back around and, after a perfectly executed triple flip, landed lightly at her side.  “Hey Cat, how’s it hanging?”

            Her full lips quirked in a smile, and she glanced down toward his crotch, “You tell me.”  Under his red mask with the teardrop shaped white eyes and black web design, he colored crimson.  She had always been able to do that to him, and he suspected she loved it.  She knew who he really was just as he knew her identity, she also knew he was a happily married man though that never stopped her from flirting.  In fact, when she’d learned he was married, he thought that her flirting had picked up in intensity.  “Get the word about that new heroine?”

            Peter Parker, as he was known privately, nodded.  “Heard she’s from some different dimension.  Ran afoul of the Toad shortly after arriving.”

            Black Cat shuddered with revulsion.  “I can’t even imagine being forced to… with him.”  She shuddered again.  “Still, what kind of powers must she have if she the Toad was able to get the drop on her.”

            Spider-Man shrugged.  “From what the Human Torch told me, they’re actually testing her powers at Avengers HQ.  I guess the energies are different between our two dimensions and her powers glitched here, but Stark found a way to get them to level out or something.  From what I’m hearing, if she had had her full powers, Toad wouldn’t have stood a chance against her.”

            Felicia shrugged, then said in a voice that he knew was practiced disinterest, which meant she was actually a little upset about it, “I hear she’s beautiful.  Like...beyond beautiful!”

            Again, Peter shrugged.  He knew that such things mattered to Felicia, who was easily one of the most beautiful women in this dimension.  She liked to be the prettiest, which was why there had long been some tension between her and his wife, Mary Jane.  MJ was prettier than Felicia, at least in her mind.  To Peter, if he was being honest, it was a toss-up, not that he cared.  MJ made him very happy and that was all he cared about, which of

the ladies in his life was prettiest was really not even a consideration for him.  “I haven’t set eyes on her yet.”  he admitted, though he was curious.  Johnny Storm had been going on and on about this new heroine, Wonder Woman he’d said her name was, and how beautiful she was.  Apparently, she made all the other women he had seen pale in comparison, and Johnny had been with some of the prettiest around.  His own sister, Sue Richards, had inspired more than one fantasy for the webhead, though he of course he would never have admitted that to the Torch.

            “Any sign of Toad?”  Felicia asked, glancing around the quiet city.  Of course, there was still the distant sound of car horns, the occasional shout… but no alarms.  So, it was pretty quiet, all things considered.

            “None.  I doubt he’s still in town.  He’s not as dumb as he used to be.”  That was true too, in the early days Toad was considered one of the lowest of the low when it came to super villains, something of a lackey to Magneto and a whipping boy to the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants.  But in more recent years, through means unknown to Spider-Man, Toad had become something of an actual threat.  There were even reports of mind control powers!  “But hey, if you encounter him, call for backup alright?  He’s… different than he used to be.  More dangerous.”  Felicia rolled her eyes but nodded agreement.

            Suddenly the familiar buzzing in the back of his mind that he had long since dubbed his “spider sense” alerted him to danger.  Black Cat, who had fought by his side often enough to recognize when the effect was in play, crouched defensively and glanced around.  “What is it?”

            “Not sure.”  Spider-Man replied, his head pivoting left and right as he looked for the cause of the alarm.  They staggered then as a dizzy spell overcame them, Felicia dropping to her hands and knees, one hand rising to her forehead as she nearly vomited from the effect.  It lasted a few moments, but when it passed, she rose up on her knees and glanced around.

            “Spider?”  he was nowhere to be seen.  “Peter?”  Spider-Man was gone.

            “Oh god… I’m going to be sick!”  He barely lifted the bottom of his mask before he retched, losing what he had eaten for dinner earlier in the evening.  Grimacing at the acidic taste left in his mouth, he lowered his red mask back into place and pushed himself to his feet.  Glancing around, he was suddenly confused.  “Wait… where am I?”

            He stood in an alleyway, narrower than most he had encountered in New York, dingy and littered with trash.  A cat ran off, screeching at the indignation of having been interrupted in its evening prowl.  A trash can lay on its side a few feet in front of him, likely the work of that cat.  Another spell of dizziness, not so bad as the first overcame him and he staggered, reaching out and steadying himself on the brick wall nearby.  “I… I must have jumped dimensions just like that Wonder Woman!  So the question is, am I in her dimension… or some other?”

            At that moment the air was filled with a horrible, high-pitched wail that made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.  It increased the severity of the dizziness he was experiencing, and he staggered across the alley, dropping to his knees and vomiting again, this time not managing to lift his mask in time.  He cursed as the wailing subsided, yanking off the mask and doing what he could to clean out the sick.  “What in the Hell was that?” he wondered, then, off in the distance he heard the unmistakable sound of an impact, as if something heavy were hitting something hard.  “Wherever I am, it sounds like it has need of a Spider-Man!”  Grimacing at the vomit stain in his mask, he pulled it back on and scrambled up the closest wall, forcing himself to push aside a wave of vertigo that threatened to send him crashing back to the alley below.  It felt to him as though his attachment to the wall weren’t as strong as it usually was… but he had heard tell of how Wonder Woman’s powers hadn’t worked quite right when she first arrived in his dimension.  Perhaps this was that for him.

            “Watch it!  He just shrugged off the Canary Cry!”  Dinah called to her teammates as Killer Croc pivoted and lashed out at Huntress, her teammate on the Birds of Prey.  Huntress, also known as Helena Bertinelli, bent backward, her shoulders nearly touching the filthy street of the Gotham alleyway in which they had unexpectedly encountered Croc.  His massive, clawed hand swept by above her, inches from her face and she lashed out with one long leg, driving her heel into the side of his knee.  He didn’t even seem to notice the blow and she rolled away quickly as he brought a fist the size and density of a frozen turkey down where she had been a moment before.

            Leaping in from behind the monstrous villain, Dinah Lance, the Black Canary, lashed out with both feet, driving them into the back of the monster, right between his shoulder blades.  All this achieved was to launch her higher in the air and to anger Killer Croc that much more.  “Clear!” came a third, and much welcome voice as Barbara Gordon, more commonly known as Batgirl, came swinging into the alley from a rooftop above, her red hair streaming out behind her.  Black Canary and Huntress leaped away as Batgirl released a handful of small pellet shaped explosives that landed on and around Killer Croc.  As they exploded, he staggered but didn’t go down and when Batgirl swung at the lowest arc of her cable he reached up and closed his massive hand around her calf.  She yelped, her blue eyes going wide as she was jerked from the sky, the insanely strong Killer Croc slamming her down to the ground in front of him. She landed on her back, arms and legs splayed, the impact more than sufficient to knock her unconscious.

            “Babs is down!”  Dinah cried and she and Huntress were quick to respond, charging at the massive villain in the hopes of rescuing their friend, so recently given the use of her legs back.  They were concerned the blow he had dealt her might have re-injured her spine.  Dinah leapt into the air, launching a flying kick at Croc.  Her blue eyes widened similar to Batgirls when Killer Croc, displaying reflexes a creature of his size shouldn’t possess reached back and grabbed her forward extended leg and used the shapely martial artist as a bludgeon, swinging her around and slamming Huntress to one side, both women impacting the left wall and leaving a small crater in it.  Helena slumped to the ground, blood trailing from her nose and ears as Croc raised Black Canary into the air once again, high over his own head and then brought her down hard, slamming her on top of Batgirl.  He released her calf, her mesh nylons ripped where his claws had dug into them, leaving deep claw gouges on her fair skin.

            Killer Croc stood in the center of the alley, his red eyes playing over the prone heroines, his heart racing, his massive body quivering with adrenaline.  “Foolish women!  Think they can beat Croc!”  he slammed his fists into the pavement to either side of where Black Canary and Batgirl lay, one on top of the other.  “But Croc show them!  Croc teach them a lesson!”  His gaze fell once more on Black Canary, his horrible red eyes playing over her shapely form, lingering on the low-cut bodice of her black leotard style top.  Her breasts were pleasantly large and as she was incredibly fit, they were quite firm.  He licked his lips, some distant, almost forgotten but very human hunger working its way to the surface of his bestial mind.  He stepped forward and grabbed Dinah by her hair, dragging her to her feet with it.  He held her aloft with one hand, using her hair as his handle, the woman hanging limp in his grasp.  “Croc want woman… Croc not feel this in… forever!”

            Turning, he shoved Dinah roughly against a wall then stepped forward, pinning her there with his own body.  She was still limp, completely at his mercy, having been knocked fully unconscious by the force of his last blow.  Killer Croc reached for her chest with both hands, grabbing her bodice and ripping it off with what looked like little effort.  Her bare chest seemed to mesmerize him, the reptilian creature leaning in and inhaling her scent, then tentatively licking one of her large nipples.  He glanced at her face, saw no reaction there but her nipple swelled and hardened at his touch.  He grunted, sliding his hand between them to open the shreds of what passed for pants that he wore.  His manhood flopped free, slapping against her flat stomach.  The bodice had been a one-piece item, so other than her fishnet stockings, shoes and gloves Black Canary was nude and Killer Croc was already incredibly hard. 

            Sliding his hands up her thighs, he gripped her firm buttocks and lifted her higher till he could position his immense rod beneath her, then pushed her down violently, impaling her on his shaft.  Dinah came awake with a scream as his member, massive and scaled ripped her on entry.  She was bleeding and mercifully that lubricated her slightly as he started thrusting, driving into her with powerful, bone rattling thrusts that caused dust to fall from the brick wall against which she was pinned and cracks to form behind her.  Dinah’s head was thrown back, her mouth agape in a rictus of horror and pain, her fists pounding against his shoulders to no avail as Killer Croc continued to use her.  She wanted to use her Canary Cry on him, but she already knew it had little effect and besides, she was in far too much pain to concentrate on it. “Damn you… ugh… you bastard!” she groaned as her whole body shook violently.  He was so large she was certain he was tearing her up on the inside as well, Dinah even thought she felt his massive erection pushing up into her stomach.  Driven nearly mad with his desire for her, Croc leaned forward, his mouth opening wide, reminiscent of the animal for which he was named, and he closed it over her bare shoulder.  She screamed in pain, and he grunted in satisfaction as her blood flooded his mouth.

            “Good!” he said as he pulled back, then bit her again, this time over right breast and Dinah shrieked all the louder, though not so loud as she was capable of!  Blood was flowing freely now from her shoulder, her chest and her vagina and she was growing steadily weaker.  Her vision was growing dark, and she was about to black out when she heard a faint whistling sound, followed by a sharp snap and then Croc was gone, sailing away from her to slam powerfully into the wall across the alley.  Dinah fell to the ground and slumped there, sprawling on her side against the brick, but her blue eyes were open, and she saw a slightly built man in a red and blue costume come swinging into the alley, much as Barbara had done earlier but with much greater effect.  When he caught Croc with both feet, the monster went flying!

            ‘I don’t know who you are friend,’ she thought as consciousness left her, ‘but I owe you one!’

            The big green guy reminded him a bit of The Lizard, one of his more notable villains from back home.  No tail of course… and this guy was bigger… maybe a little stronger… but otherwise not much different.  After Spider-Man had delivered that swinging double kick and sent the green dude flying, saving the blonde woman from further degradation, he flipped backward off his web and landed in a crouch between the three women and the monster.  “What say you slither back under the nearest rock?”  he suggested.

            “Kill you!”  Croc charged at him, clawed hands reaching and of course Spider-Man avoided it, leaping right over the top of the monster, springing off his own hands which he placed on the things head.  It spun, swiping at him as he leaped, but Spidey was way too fast, and his Spider Sense alerted him to the move besides.  He flipped upside down and came out of the move clinging to a wall in front of Croc.  The monster rushed him blindly and Spider-Man, having anticipated such a move, leaped away at the last second.  Killer Croc slammed face first and quite hard into the wall the webhead and been clinging to, then staggered back, stunned.  Peter pushed off the wall to the creatures left, sailing over his head, and extending his arms to shoot downward, casting a net of webbing around Killer Croc.  Still dazed, the green skinned behemoth did nothing at first and Spider-Man, never one to rest on his laurels didn’t wait for him to.  Landing on the wall to the monsters right he shot another web line, catching Croc on the shoulder and then he started running, moving from wall to wall in a circle around

Killer Croc, mummifying the monster in his webbing, cinching the net tighter and tighter around him as he wrapped the creature in a single long strand.  Finally, deciding he had sufficiently incapacitated the monster, he launched himself off the wall and kicked Croc in the head, knocking him backward where he landed, out cold.

            With a final flip Spider-Man landed in a crouch a few feet from where the badly bleeding Black Canary was slumped.  He moved quickly to her, wincing behind his mask at the bite marks on her shoulder and breast.  In deference to her nudity, he made a blanket of webbing that he spread over her, knowing it would also help to stop the bleeding on her shoulder and chest, as it would cling to her curvy form.  The other bleeding she would need more professional help for.

            “Who are you?”  he spun, seeing the hot redhead in the black, bat themed suit pushing herself to her feet.  She had a yellow bat emblazoned on her chest which, he couldn’t help noticing, was rather well endowed.  Her blue eyes behind the bat cowl were regarding him curiously, but not with suspicion he was happy to note.  “I know you’re not an enemy, you defeated Killer Croc and you helped my friend but… I’ve never seen you before and I’ve at least heard of every hero in the world.  Hell… the galaxy!”

            “Where I’m from they call me your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man and no… I’m not from around here.”  he admitted with a forlorn shrug.  “I’m not even sure where here is, but if recent events back home are any indication, I’d guess this isn’t my home dimension.”

            “You’re from another dimension?”  she asked, though he sensed it was rhetorical.  She nodded then, “Makes sense actually.  But we’ll talk more later, I need to help Black Canary right now.  Can you... “ she glanced at the still unconscious Huntress, “...carry my other friend?”

            “What about him?”  Peter asked, nodding toward Killer Croc.  “Did you call him Killer Croc?”  She nodded.  “Way better name than the Lizard.”  He muttered to himself.

            “What was that?”  she asked, turning to him with the blonde cradled in her arms.

            “Nothing.”  He moved over and scooped up Huntress.  “So… where are we taking them?”

            Her full lips spread in a knowing smile.  “You’ll see Spider-Man.”

            A few moments later they materialized in what he thought would have passed for a Star Trek transporter room.  He glanced around, his eyes wide behind his mask, stepping out of the machine that had just transported him from the surface of whichever earth he had been on.  “This… this is way cooler than anything we have back home!” 

            He turned as a man in a green suit with a quiver and a bow on his back came rushing forward.  “Dinah!” he cried, taking the blonde from Batgirl.  He was a tall, well-built man with blonde hair, blue eyes and one of the coolest goatee and mustache combos that Spider-Man had ever seen.

            “She’ll be okay Green Arrow.”  Batgirl told him.  “Physically at least, and she’s one of the toughest women I’ve ever known emotionally.  Take her to sickbay and get her patched up, I need to take my new friend here to the monitor room.”  The man called Green Arrow turned to Spider-Man.

            “Was it you helped my wife?”  He asked.  Spider-Man nodded.  “Then I’m forever in your debt.” 

            “Just glad I happened along.”  Spider-Man replied with a shrug.  Green Arrow rushed from the room carrying Black Canary while another man, this one shorter and more slightly built than Green Arrow, with brown hair and green eyes, wearing a green uniform of some kind with a large gaudy ring on his finger, took Huntress from him.  Batgirl followed the men out, nodding for Peter to follow her.  She turned the opposite direction from the blonde archer, and he fell into step beside her.  “So… what is this place?”

            “We call it the Watchtower.  It’s the headquarters of the Justice League of America.  And that’s really all I can tell you till you talk to the big guys.”  She informed him.

            “The… big guys?”  Spider-Man wasn’t sure he liked the sound of that.  They fell silent as he followed her down what felt like miles of corridors till they came to a vast chamber, sided by massive viewing windows that looked out at the stars and the earth spinning peacefully below.  There was a series of platforms rising to a distant roof centrally located in the cavernous chamber and Batgirl lead him toward a staircase that rose to them.  “Uhm… which one are we going to?”

            She paused and looked at him.  “Third one up.”

            “May I?”  He held out an arm.  She glanced at it, smirked and nodded.  He slipped his arm about her slender waist, feeling a little awkward about how much he enjoyed it, and looked up, shooting a web up to the bottom of the fourth platform.  He then swung them up to the third platform, where two men were waiting.  One looked like a male version of Batgirl, though he was taller and broader and didn’t have any hair sticking out the back of his cowl.  He was also scowling at them, which made Spider-Man quickly take his arm from Batgirl and step away.  ‘Oh great,’ he thought, ‘what’s this, her father?’  The other man was about as tall as the first but more brightly clad in a suit of blue and red, a long cape billowing out behind him.  He had what looked like a big yellow S on his chest in a shield shaped pattern.  He had dark hair and blue eyes and was one of the most powerfully built men Peter had ever seen, reminding him a little bit of Captain America in that way.  Unlike his counterpart, he was actually smiling slightly.

            “Spider-Man, may I present Superman and Batman, co-founders and leaders of the Justice League.”  Batgirl introduced them, then she said to the others, “Gentlemen, this is Spider-Man, hero from an alternate reality and, might I add, he saved Black Canary and likely myself and Huntress as well from fates worse than death.”

            Superman stepped forward and offered his hand to shake, though Spider-Man noticed that Batman did not.  “You have our thanks for your assistance, Spider-Man.  The Birds of Prey were lucky you happened along when you did.”

            “Yes,” said Batman, “but why did you happen along, and from where exactly?”

            Spider-Man noticed that Superman scowled a bit at his companion’s bluntness, but he didn’t say anything against it either.  Spider-Man shrugged in his noncommittal way. “All I know is I’m from another dimension, I can’t explain how I got here or why.”

            “How do you know that exactly?”  Batman asked.

            “Well, first of all I’ve never heard of any of you, and since we’re obviously in the same line of work, I’d like to think I would have.”  Batman nodded at that, agreeing.  “Secondly, I appeared in someplace called Gotham City, which doesn’t exist in my world.  I’m a fair hand at geography and I’m pretty sure where that city is at there isn’t one in my world.  Finally, in my world we recently had a heroine from another dimension arrive and get into some trouble… it seems I’ve followed in her footsteps.”

            He caught the furtive exchange of glances between Batman and Superman.  “This heroine that arrived in your world.  Is she exceptionally beautiful with long black hair, blue eyes and built like… well… a goddess?”  Superman asked frankly.

            “I didn’t have the pleasure of laying eyes on her myself but yeah, that’s what a friend of mine described her as looking like.  She said her name was Wonder Woman… or I think Diana something or other.”  Spider-Man replied.

            “Thank Oa!”  Superman sighed, slumping back against a wall while Batman turned away, likely so no one could see his relief as well.

            “I take it she’s one of yours?”  Spider-Man said.

            “Another of the team's founders and quite possibly the most powerful woman in our universe.”  Batgirl told him.  “We’ve been frantically searching for her since her disappearance.  She vanished while investigating some strange energy readings we detected in Washington DC.  When we detected similar readings in Gotham, I took the girls and we went to investigate.  That’s when we ran afoul of Killer Croc and you showed up being all heroic.”

            “Awe shucks ma’am,” he deadpanned, “t’weren’t nothing.”

            “It was definitely something Spider-Man.”  Superman told him, coming forward and clapping him on the shoulder.  Peter winced under his mask at the strength in that simple gesture.  “What can you tell us about this trouble Diana got into?”

            “Not much I’m afraid.  Shortly after she arrived in my world, she ran into one of our villain types, calls himself the Toad.  Her powers, whatever they are, were on the fritz and he got the best of her.  She was rescued though.  Last I knew she was in the care of some friends of mine.”  He assured them.

           “So, she’s safe for the time being?”  Superman asked.

            “As can be.”  Spider-Man assured them.

            Nodding, Superman turned to the redhead.  “Batgirl, would you give Spider-Man the tour of the Watchtower and get him temporary access to our computers.  Perhaps he can help us figure out what’s going on with the dimensional anomalies?”  Spider-Man nodded his willingness to help with that.  “Also, get him a room in the guest quarters.  He’ll be staying with us a spell.”  With that Superman turned away to converse with Batman and Peter was left to follow Batgirl from the platform.

            “Has anyone other than Wonder Woman disappeared from your world yet?”  Spider-Man asked her.

            “Not that we’ve heard of, no.  We keep pretty close tabs on the heroes and villains of the world, as much as we can anyway.  What about your world?”  She asked him.

            “As far as I know, I’m the first.”  he told her.

            “I have a feeling Spider-Man that you and Diana are the first of many.”  Batgirl told him ominously.

To Be Continued….