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DUDE SAME it came for my dog!!

(He survived, but his eye almost got torn out)

The-The AO3 curse went after my mom???

She’s alive, but she’s in jail. 😐

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Peter in Gotham will eternally slap. I eat up every fic under the tag!!

But imagine. Right you're with me imagining rn. Peter falling in the DC universe, but it's an AU.

Imagine, Peter ending up in a Wing AU, and everyone thinks he's a freak cause he doesn't have any wings. (Or that he's a poor kid that escaped wing traffickers at the price of his wings and he gets a bunch of free stuff)

Or Peter falling into a zombie au? Soulmate AU (which i have even MORE thoughts on, but frankly deserves its own post)? Imagine how floored he'd be at an omegaverse lmao.

And it gives so many other possibilities, like if the DC universe he's in is trying to fit him into the universe instead of pushing him out because doesn't belong, so his body grows a pair of wings, or he's assigned a second gender, and he's just in general forced to fit into this universe he's been thrown into?? Like. Cmon. It'd totally SLAP.

Id eat it up SO hard.

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if i have to hear the tim drake coffee vs energy drink discourse one more time im going to get a job at a graveyard and put it to rest myself

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I don't know how I ended up here, but I'm vibing with this. 😎

A whole new world I've discovered, and what an amazing discovery it was ���🥹

I'm here for more Peter in the DC universe with the Bat Fam (and if we have Dick as Peter's dad, oh, it’s game on!!). ❤️

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HES SO TINY

I can't even with this height difference. Imagine Bruce looking down on teeny tiny Peter and not immediately thinking finders keepers

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okay so MCU canon Peter in DC is all funny and games but what about comic canon Peter? Peter who’s in his 30s, whose life is falling apart(again) and has clones to deal with(man I hate the fact that Ben became evil :(.)

extra points if Miles and/or Mayday is with him. This single dad is STRUGGLING. And the bats wanna help him/his kids cause man! Look at them :(

(extra extra points if Dick = Richard Parker. That’s a whole nother can of worms. Like the bats are thinking Peter = Family of Dick they didn’t know but NO! It’s actually Dick’s son! Dicks a granddad!)

I want to PSA to anyone sending asks/requests, I'm not ignoring you!! I'm just a slow writer!!! I hope you enjoy though <33

Peter B. Parker could, 100%, picture landing in (yet another) alternate universe. You know what? As a matter of fact, he expected it.

What he didn’t plan for, however, was being stranded in another universe with his baby girl strapped to his chest. 

But here he was, crouched in a narrow alley in the darkest corner of Gotham City, New Jersey. From the name alone, Peter knew he landed himself in a section of the Multiverse Miguel had expressly labeled as off limits. It wasn’t his fault he’d landed here, though!

One minute he’d been web-swinging through New York, enjoying a rare peaceful day with Mayday babbling happily, and the next he was crash-landing onto a grimy rooftop in the most dangerous city he’d ever seen. It was like New York turned up to eleven, all shadows and towering gargoyles, dripping with rain that seemed perpetual. The interdimensional bracelet he’d been given to travel the multiverse was sparking and smoking in his pocket— total toast. He was officially stranded. 

Ok, so it maybe, kinda sorta, been an eensy weensy, tiny bit Peter’s fault. 

Peter’s, very high-tech and likely expensive bracelet had been, uh, scratched in a fight the day before. Barely even a nick! He swears he could’ve reattached the wires and fixed the screen. 

He probably should’ve also taken the watch out of his robe pocket before he started swinging Mayday to daycare. 

MJ was going to be so mad. 

It became evident early on it’d take a little bit to find a way home, or for someone to find him. If it had just been Peter, he could’ve roughed it on some rooves and abandoned buildings. It wouldn’t be a big deal, he knew he would be getting home eventually. Being a little smelly was the least of his worries. 

But he had his baby girl with him. 

So, with the money in his wallet, he found an under-the-counter, rundown but otherwise warm, apartment in a place called Crime Alley. (What a seriously terrible name) Peter started pulling together whatever side gigs he could, fixing appliances, tuning up electronics, just enough to get by. Even for a guy who was used to scraping by, the situation felt bleak, especially with Mayday depending on him. 

His little red-headed whirlwind was still too young to understand what was happening, but she noticed the tension and started clinging to him more tightly. Peter knew he couldn’t keep this up forever, but he wasn’t sure how to trust anyone in a city that had both criminals and vigilantes lurking around every corner. When he spotted someone in a cape swinging overhead, he instinctively hid in the shadows, holding Mayday close, her tiny face tucked into his shoulder.

But the Bats noticed him. 

It was hard not to notice a single dad with no records, no job, and no explanation for why he was squatting in Gotham’s most dangerous neighborhood. Bruce, ever vigilant, put out word to the family to keep an eye on him. 

Jason, who patrolled Crime Alley, wasn’t thrilled about the idea. “A guy moved into my turf with a baby?” he grumbled to Tim. “Either he’s got a death wish, or he’s crazy.” 

Tim, on the other hand, was fascinated by the mystery. He dug through every database he had access to, and then some. But “Peter Parker” returned zero results— at least, none that matched this Peter Parker. no criminal record, no birth record, no online footprint. It was like he just spawned in! 

Dick didn’t have a whole lot of opinions. He thought the man was nice, though he had only met him once in a routine mugging. He evidently cared for his daughter, and matched Nightwing’s wit and humor pretty nicely, too. He looked annoyingly familiar too. Maybe it was Tired Dad Chic? He kind of reminded him of Bruce, in a way. 

Steph seconded the funny part. This Peter guy could be one of those dark-humor comedians. 

From what they observed, and conversations supplied by Jason (who was his neighbor in a series of fortunate events), Peter really did seem to just be an ordinary guy.  

Then one night, Peter was picking up groceries from a corner store when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to find a man in a ski mask brandishing a knife, gesturing for his wallet. 

“Hand over the money, and I won’ hurt ya’ kid.” The man threatened, waving his knife around threateningly. Peter tensed, dropping his groceries in favor of cradling Mayday closer. 

Peter blinked at him tiredly. “The best I can offer is some lint and a can of beans.” 

The man tensed, stepping closer in an attempt at intimidation. Peter thought that his face turning red with anger was kind of funny.

“Don’t fuckin’— are you makin’ fun of me?” The man fumed. Peter might have let out a sleep-deprived chuckle, partially forgetting to respond. 

The mugger lunged, and before he could dodge, Peter felt a searing pain in his side as the blade plunged in, his vision blurring with the shock. Normally, Peter would’ve disarmed the guy without breaking a sweat, but tonight, with Mayday in his arms and his body worn from days of restless sleep, he kind of just… blinked and the knife was there. 

Peter blinked again, then looked back up at the man.

“Oh, wow,” he said, his voice dripping with deadpan sarcasm. “A knife in Crime Alley? Super original. Really, I’m honored to be a part of your creative process.”

The mugger blinked, clearly caught off guard. Peter rolled his eyes, adjusting Mayday to better apply pressure to his side. “Next time you stab a guy, maybe aim for someone with insurance.”

The mugger stumbled back, looking increasingly confused by Peter’s lack of fear. Peter sighed, bouncing Mayday gently as she began to fuss. “Listen, I’m already running on no sleep and the caffeine fumes of yesterday’s coffee. And now you’re just making my night even worse.”

Peter winced, feeling the slow but consistent leak of blood. His healing factor was helping, but it was dulled due to lack of sleep and hunger. 

Between one long blink and the next, someone had jumped down and knocked out Peter’s would-be mugger. 

After another blink Peter realized he was on the ground, Mayday’s wails filled the air, her cries echoing down the alleyway, and Peter tried to smile through the pain. “It’s okay, baby,” he mumbled, clutching her tightly. “Daddy’s fine… just a little… scratch.” But his vision was going hazy as he pressed a hand to his bleeding side. The world began to spin.

One of the vigilantes that Peter recognized as Red Robin rushed over, talking hurriedly into a comm. Peter blinked up at him, his mouth curling into a weak smile. “Hey, nice costume,” he muttered. “Does the utility belt come in dad sizes?” 

Red Robin blinked in surprise, but otherwise keept his focus as he worked to stop the bleeding.

“It doesn’t, unfortunately.” Red Robin offered, popping open his emergency med kit. “I’ve got help on the way, ok? Stay awake for me.” But his attention was snagged when Mayday, overcome with distress, reached out to him, her tiny hands gripping his arm. She wasn’t just clutching it— she was sticking to him, her fingers locked like suction cups on his suit. Tim’s eyes widened as she scrambled up his arm, scaling it like a bug on a wall. 

Red Robin took it in stride, scooping Mayday up as he continued to work. Peter had been on the Meta radar for a bit— a few things here and there just a little off, and it was mostly based on Red Robin’s time spent with super-powered individuals. 

But as he patched up Peter, he discreetly swiped a sample of blood, stashing it in his belt just as the Batmobile pulled up. 

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Later that night, he ran the sample through the Batcomputer, expecting some small lead. A Meta, possibly insect-based? What with how the kid had stuck to him. Instead, the results left Tim absolutely speechless. 

Peter Parker, the man who was in his early 40s and a single father, didn’t just match someone in the system— it matched Dick Grayson.

Not as a brother, or a cousin, but as a son. 

Tim must’ve ran the test at least 100 times. It came back the same every single time. 

Tim called Bruce and the rest of the family, each of them crowding around the screen with varying levels of shock and amusement as the analysis rolled in. Dick was dumbfounded, staring at the results in disbelief. 

“You’re telling me this guy is my… son?” he stammered, struggling to wrap his mind around it. 

Bruce, socially unaware in all his glory, tried to comfort Dick. “He’s likely from far into the future. Barry said there was a ripple in the timestream around the time Peter showed up.” 

“So what does that make Mayday?” Jason asked, snickering. 

“His granddaughter?” Steph said with a teasing grin. 

“Wow, Dick. You went from a dad to a grandpa in the same minute.” 

“That’s gotta be a world record.”

“You think we can submit this for a Guinness World Record?”

Dick groaned, rubbing his temples as Jason laughed and clapped him on the shoulder. 

“He’s from the future, right? Something must’ve gone wrong on his end," Tim said, folding his arms with a thoughtful look. "He’s definitely got the skills. Moves like you, Dick. It's obvious he's had training.”

Dick couldn't help but smirk, puffing up a little with pride. “Of course he does. He’s got Grayson blood in him, after all.”

Jason snorted. “Yeah, because the whole ‘falling on his face with a baby strapped to him’ bit? So graceful.”

Tim rolled his eyes, trying to stay on track. “Look, I don’t know why he didn’t come to us for help in the first place, but the point is, he’s family. We should get him back to his time, if that’s even possible.” He looked over to Bruce. “Are any speedsters available? Maybe the League could lend us Wally or Barry—"

“Hold on,” Dick interrupted, frowning. “I’m not sure we’re ready to ship him off just yet. The guy’s been trying to make it on his own. He’s got a baby to look after, and I think he’s afraid of dragging us into whatever’s going on with him. You know this family and their pride.”

Damian, who had been silent up to this point, finally piped up, his arms crossed. “I’ve seen him with the baby. She’s… persistent.” There was an almost begrudging respect in his tone. “But he clearly doesn’t have the resources to keep her safe here. If he did, he wouldn’t be living in Crime Alley.”

Dick nodded. “Exactly. The guy’s holding it together with duct tape and dad jokes. We can help him and get him back on his feet while we figure out a way home.”

Bruce, listening intently, finally spoke up. “He’s right. Until we find a way to get him home, Peter and his daughter stay here. We’ll pull together whatever resources we can to help them both.” 

Steph and Tim shared a look. He just wanted to meet his grandson and great-granddaughter. 

There was a beat of silence as everyone absorbed the decision, and then Tim looked at Dick, a small smirk playing on his lips. “So… you ready to be a dad, Dick?”

Dick flushed, looking a mix of horrified and pleased. “I’ll just stick to ‘Uncle Dick’ for now. Baby steps.”

EXTRA:

“Hey,” Jason drawled, barely suppressing a smirk as he looked over at Dick, “you think we can submit this for a Guinness World Record? Fastest unplanned parenthood, or maybe most confusing family reunion?”

Dick rolled his eyes but couldn’t quite hide his grin. “Very funny, Jay. Maybe we can submit you for most inappropriate comments per minute.”

Jason chuckled, clapping him on the shoulder. “Just saying, man, it’s impressive. One day you’re Nightwing, lone acrobat extraordinaire, and the next? Boom— you’re the proud father of a scruffy, interdimensional— what'd you say it was, Tim? Spider-dad? A Spider-dad.”

Tim snickered, glancing up from his laptop. “We’re all just living in a 'Strangest Family Reunion’ reality show at this point. Besides, if anyone’s submitting to Guinness, it should be Peter for most relentless optimism under terrible circumstances.”

Bruce cleared his throat, giving them all a look. “Enough. This isn’t a joke. We have a situation to handle here.”

Dick, still grinning, turned back to Bruce. “All right, fine, we’ll save the record-breaking for later. Right now, I say we start by finding this guy and getting him some real help.”

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Peter in the Iron Spider, playing audio from the Aliens movies when he's following/fighting someone to really freak them out would be amazing

The formal reason is that criminals are more likely to make mistakes when they're scared shitless

The real reason is he's trying SO hard to sell the cryptid theory (spoiler: it works)

The millisecond someone recognizes the audio tho is the moment Peter's cyptid status is revoked

He goes viral on Twitter tho so at least he has that going for him

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Jason rkgk

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Hiii, I'm back, close to the edge of madness as ever. Hi. Back to the Spidey & clones in Gotham thing. Imagine how fucking confusing that would be?? From the batfam:s perspective. Like oh, okay, a new vigilante. Great tech or meta? He moves too fast, that's so many crimes stopped, is this a freaking kriptonian?? Was he short? Or tall? Wait, what age?? A teen or a big guy?? Wait, boy or girl??? Shapeshifter?? I can imagine so many shenanigans. Also all of them going by 'Spider-Man' just to fuck with the local vigilantes? Yeah, I can see them doing that.

Welcome back!! We're all a little mad here

The clones!! Man the Bats would be SO confused initially. At first they'd be like, "huh, this guy moved really fast. Meta or magic?" Because this spider themed (possible) vigilante is in East End one moment, and then he's suddenly in The Narrows?? It's not possible (in that time frame) unless you can fly or you're a speedster, and the Bats seriously doubt he's a speedster. They asked just to be sure, though. They have to give this Spider guy SOME credit though; when he's in the area, he deals with crime efficiently. Sometimes it's more bloody than others, less like Nightwing or Bruce handled it and more like Red Hood was there.

The guys also got wicked instincts. None of them have been able to sneak up on the Spider, despite their best efforts. As soon as they even lay eyes on him, he's gone.

Even the "he" in this equation is speculation. The few glimpses they've caught, coupled with video footage zoomed in as much as humanly possible, only sort of pointed to a male.

The Spider is often hunched or crouched, on the leaner side, and wore a full face mask on. It drove them mad.

Then as they started tracking the Spider's habits and schedule is when they (Tim) found out it wasn't one guy, but four. Four people, all with the same powers. Kind of like the Flashes, maybe?

They were like... a family of Spider themed heroes. Now, was it a gimmick, like Batman, or actual spider powers, similar to the Flash family? It was hard to know.

That was the consensus up until one rocked up, decidedly female, with four flipping arms. She kind of seemed to be the Spider's cavalry, only showing up once when all... three of the other ones were indisposed. Four total. Jesus christ, they're on par with the Bats with how many of them there were at this point!

They were damn good at covered their spidery little trails, physically and digitally, but by the gods was Tim going to crack them.

And the alleged Spider family (/possible cult?) Were having the time of their lives fucking with the world's greatest detectives.

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Feeling fresh af after updating my master list 😎✨️

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This prompt got a fic by the lovely WolfieGirlXox on ao3, heres the link!

Peter, getting dropped in Gotham and doing his mandatory public library research, only to (and here comes the shocker!) Find out he's in a different dimension?!?! (Par for the course, we know how it goes)

But imagine, right. Batman is one of the first heroes he sees, and he's good at fighting and is very much sticking to his theme, Peter doesn't assume he's the Iron Man of this world, no.

Peter assumed Batman (less cool because he doesn't have a hyphen) is Spider-man's alternative

So, picture Peter avoiding Batman, not because of his no meta rule, but because he thinks this guy is a grown up (less cool, obviously) version of Peter and doesn't want to like. Cause a paradox or something by coming in contact with him

It'd be hilarious guys

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what the heck this is ADORABLE?? Excellent addition omg!!

Peter shoving his way through a bunch of primary colored vigilantes to get to his Uncle, because that's his fucking Uncle. That's the man that raised him, that died saving him, and they're holding him down like he's a dog.

Obviously they're not expecting that kind of strength from a teen who looks like he's 100 pounds soaking wet, but the vigilantees recover easily.

Batman tried to pull him back forcibly, and catches a mean right hook as a consequence. But it doesn't matter if he's making enemies of heroes. How good could they be if they're hurting his Uncle?

His Uncle sits up, bloodied and dazed, but alive.

He's younger, and has more scars than he remembers, but that's without a doubt his Uncle. It's the only familiar face he's seen in weeks.

Maybe that's why Peter can't help it when he barrels into his Uncle, hugging him like his life depends on it. (Maybe it does.)

He wraps his arms around his neck, like he'd done as a child, and sobbed. Someone tries to pull him away— not his Uncle, never his Uncle— but Peter just sticks himself to him.

Slowly, hesitantly, his Uncle hugs him back. He rubs his back, like he used to do when Peter would get stomach bugs. It just makes him cry harder.

Distantly, Peter acknowledges that this might be a little confusing to explain later. But in this moment, he has his Uncle.

I just had the brain spark idea for ANGST with Peter in Gotham with Jason as Uncle Ben. What if it is when he is still mad with anger from the Lazaraus Puts, and Peter's first meeting with him is when he is in the middle of one of his homicidal rages?

Like, Jason is back with the Batfam, and he is on the good guy side, but it's before he has reached a balance on his anger, and he still struggles to control the pit madness. And the first time Peter sees him and recognizes his face, Jason is momentarily going crazy?

Ooooo wait this is such a good idea!!

Imagine Peter, whose uncle has only been dead for 2-3 years at this point, seeing a man who has his uncles face repeatedly punching an unconscious man? The city's vigilantes are trying to pry him off, distract him from turning that poor guys face into a mushy pool of broken bones and blood.

Some are trying to comfort him, for some reason, while others say... less than polite things. The blue one electrocutes him, his not-uncle, successfully, which only serves to move his focus from the bloodied body to the vigilante. Which, well, was the point, but it feels wrong seeing his not-uncle be electrocuted repeatedly and beaten with a bo staff.

Batman even shows up to restrain him, his uncle had always been larger than life, in the metaphorical and physical sense. Peter's uncle was a gentle man, and the only time he ever used his size was when he was out on duty, to save people's lives.

His eyes glowed a neon green, and his weirdly youthful face was framed by premature white hair. His nose was busted and bleeding, staining his teeth. It made Peter nauseous. The last time his uncle had been covered in blood, he...

"Stop it! What are you doing to him?!" Peter screamed, finally finding the strength to leave his hiding spot behind a dumpster.

He stared. What else could he do?

He hadn't been in this universe long, hadn't found any signs of the Parkers ever even existing here. How could he be so stupid? Of course they could've existed with different names— his dad and uncle had been adopted. They probably have completely different families and last names because Peter... doesn't exist here. They're alive because Peter doesn't exist here.

The blue one, Nightwing, stepped forward. "Hey, this is no place for a kid, alright? We've got this handled." He took the tone Peter often took with scared civilians as Spider-man.

"No, you're— you're hurting him! Stop it!" Peter moved to get closer to his uncle, but was held back gently by Nightwing.

"Get the kid out of here, now!" Batman snapped, struggling to hold down his uncle.

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