#robin frank

[inspector-monroe-wants-a-word]

Ahhh, Ashley Gunstock in Call the Midwife!!!

[forensicated]

05x01 - Getting It Right

Pete is in with the CID lot today for an operation outside the rundown Camfort Hotel. Frank orders them to keep quiet as they gather outside and directs 2 armed officers where to cover the back.

Bob ushers Uniform out of the door and onto the streets, telling them to 'give the public some value for their money'. It's still early, only just gone 6am.

Once Frank is assured - by two radio clicks - that the back exit is secure, the owner guides them up to the room in question.

CAD is slow and no calls are coming in so Tom and his two extra!PC's are bored. Tom tells Bob that CID are out on an raid with Pete as Pete reckons he's got the address of 'that weirdo who has been abducting women at gunpoint' from a snout. Tom remembers that Bob's son, Patrick, is up in court and assures him that he'll be alright. Bob isn't so sure.

The hotel owner lets CID into the room. Frank approaches the bed and wakes the occupant in a rather unique way...!!!

"POLICE!"

The man is wrestled from the bed and down onto the floor with his arms behind his back. His female companion panics and keeps asking who they are. "You can't do this, this is my room!" Frank barks at the woman to shut up and orders Pete to get the man on his feet. Pete removes a piece of paper from his pocket and looks at it before looking rather ashen at Frank. "... No, Guv."

"Looks like there's been a mistake, sir..." Frank sighs, warning Pete that he'll 'see him in a minute'.

Bob rings home and asks to speak to Patrick. Bob's wife, Shirley, tells him that he's not up yet. Bob can't believe it and snarks that she should wake him and 'remind him that he has to be at court over the little matter of death by dangerous driving'. Shirley accuses him of trying to have another row and Bob assures her he isn't. He asks her to make sure that Patrick is in a suit for his appearance.

Outside the hotel room, Pete growls at the hotel owner for telling him that that was the room for the man they are after. The owner points out that everything Pete said fit the description. "You didn't tell me he was a 7ft giant, did you!" The two silent armed officers simply shrug and walk off.

Inside the room Frank apologises again and the man tells him he'll be hearing from his solicitors. "It was a genuine mistake." The man claims he's going to make an official complaint and issue a writ against Frank for damages, assault and unlawful arrest.

Ted asks the owner if any other residents at the hotel match the description. Pete is desperate and asks if anyone else staying has a beard. The owner mentions that his odd-job-man had a beard but shaved it off recently. He says that he doesn't charge him for the room because he does all the odd jobs around the place but his permanent job is a plumber. "He's a strange fellow..." He claims he's moody and he used to be in the army. Ted asks to be shown to his room. They burst inside but it's empty. Pete is adamant that it could be him "You can smell the sweat!" he exclaims as they search for the gun, remembering one of the victims said 'that terrifying stench will stay with [her] for the rest of [her] life.' Ted keeps reminding him to look for the gun whilst he arranges for forensics to visit.

A young girl approaches the front desk and asks for PC Cryer. Robin tells her they don't have one but they do have a Sergeant by that name. She asks to speak to him and he tells her she can if she hurries after the man who has just left - Bob is on his way to support his family through Patrick's court appearance.

"You prat!" Frank snarls at Pete as they leave. Pete protests it was the right hotel but the wrong room. Ted thinks it was good information but Frank scoffs that their suspect walked out dressed as a plumber with a 9mm on him. "I made a boob-" "I've now got a writ slapped on me by some toffee nosed snob spending the night with his bit of rough!" Frank growls before ordering Pete to look for dirt on the man so he can quash the complaint. He reminds Pete that he gave him a 2 week stint in CID because he promised he could bring the goods and so far he hasn't and Frank's neck is on the block.

At Sun Hill, Frank and Ted are extremely confused to hear the sounds of a clarinet coming from CID. Hello Alistair!

Alistair confuses Frank for Ted and goes to shake his hand. Frank snarkily corrects him and tells him he's the DI. Ted grins and shakes his hand, introducing himself. Frank tells Alistair he was supposed to arrive last week but Alistair explains he had a weeks leave already booked to play a 'gig in Hamburg'. "I'll give you a gig(!) My office!"

Pete follows the man from the hotel but his car gives out on him just as he disappears right/ Pete has run out of petrol. 🤦‍♀️

The girl from the station follows Bob on his way home. She manages until they get to a cash and carry where she loses him. Bob appears out of nowhere and confronts her for following him. She tells him she's named Bobbie after him.

Frank growls at Alistair that he has 20 entries in the crime book assigned to him and he wants action on them before he leaves the station - even if it takes him a couple of days. Alistair tells him it's out of the question as he has a practice for the MET band that afternoon because they have a lot of gigs coming up. Frank tells him his resources are already stretched to the limit, he's had to borrow uniform officers and Detectives from other boroughs as it is and he hates 'having to go cap in hand to a Superintendent who hates my guts' to plead for assistance. Alistair tells him it's not his problem but Frank insists it his because he asked for a new Sgt, not a part time copper and he expects him to work his arse off for him.

A court usher ushers Ted into a courtroom as Patrick's case has been moved forward. Noone has told Bob though. He's in a cafe with Bobbie, sure he's alright for time. She was abandoned in a telephone box near the council officers as a newborn and was found by Bob. There was a note taped to her wrist asking whoever found her to look after her. Bob apologises but he can't remember, telling her he's done a lot of things over a lot of years. Bobbie tells him that she heard she wasn't well and that Bob kept returning to see how she was getting on. He slowly starts to remember that it was when he was a PC and that he was asked what his name was. The night she was found it was raining cats and dogs. "I'm glad you weren't christened Fred!"

In CID, Frank continues moaning about Alistair's prior attachment to the band, claiming he's lucky he doesn't play rugby and football for the MET as well as he'd only see him 3 weeks out of 52. "You've made your point... guv." Alistair explains that the MET band is a showpiece and a major part of public relations for the force.

Pete returns to the station and has to tell Frank that he lost the target due to running out of petrol. The car the man was driving is registered to a woman, presumably his wife. Frank growls that he wants to know the man's name and gives Pete an hour. Pete takes to a desk and tries to find out who plays the rates at the address the car is registered under. In the mean time Alistair considers screening some of the cases he'd been assigned to over the phone and Pete warns him not to let Frank hear him say that because he'd do his nut.

Bobbie tells Bob she wants to find her real mother. He tells her to be a good kid and go home to her adoptive parents and he heads off to the court. He arrives to find that the case has been thrown out as the CPS didn't submit the commital paperwork by the date they were supposed to. Bob is flabbergasted, 'Patrick must be guilty!" The father of Patrick's girlfriend who died angrily confronts Bob and reckons that it's a cover up because he's a coppers son.

One of the borrowed CID officers tells Frank there is nothing tangible in the odd job mans room to link him to the crime and SOCO have found nothing either. Frank insists something will turn up - it always does.

Pete finds out that the man from the hotel is a doctor and asks for a list of local doctors. Pete finally locates him - Dr Matthew de Beyfus practicing at the Longley Medical Practice in Holland Park. He's there as they speak. Frank smirks and reckons that the woman he was with that morning is probably a patient of his. Alistair looks uncomfortable as Frank tells Pete to pull strings to find out.

Bobbie is waiting for Bob as he leaves court. He's in shock about Patrick's case being thrown out. Bob is unusually but understandably dismissiv and tells her to go home to her adopted mother. "Kids are all the same, you don't think of the grief you cause your parents. GO HOME!" he shouts.

Pete swaggers into Frank's office and tells him that the woman from that morning is a patient at the doctors practice "Who's been a naughty little doctor then!" Frank tells him to stay there and not leave the office whilst he goes to speak to the doctor. Pete is clearly impressed and tells Ted and Alistair that he thinks Burnside is a shrewd operator. Ted warns him not to look up to him. "Remember Goebbels! He was a hero worshipper!" warns Alistair.

Ted reminds Pete how keen he was to get the lunatic with the gun that morning but now he and Frank are bending the rules to get off a justifiable complaint. Pete insists it's wrong that the doctor is sleeping with one of his patients. Ted just looks flatly at him. "You ever slept with a bird you've nicked?" "... Yeah. But that's different!" "Not if you get nicked it isn't!" Alistair drawls.

Frank goes to speak to the doctor and tells him it won't take long. The doctor allows him two minutes so Frank apologises for the morning again. The doctor tells him he'll hear from his solicitor and asks him to come to the point. Frank accuses him of having an affair with a patient. "Are you blackmailing me inspector?" "I'm offering a trade..." The doctor tells him that the woman he found him in bed with is not a patient of his. She's registered under one of the other doctors at the practice. Frank casually asks if his wife knows about it and the doctor tells him he doubts it because his wife died 9 months ago. The car he was driving was hers but he hasn't yet told the DVLA but guesses that's how Frank found out her name. He tells Frank his time is up and asks him to leave.

In the canteen Bob notices a PC putting a missing poster up. He takes a double take - it's Bobbie.

[specific90saesthetics]

[augustusaugustus]

Nick Shaw’s first episode. I feel like they never quite worked out who he was meant to be as a character. He’s a bit of a joker, but then he’s a real prick to Taffy in season 3 (a hangable offence in my books) and there’s the weird episode where he’s picking up party booze instead of doing his job. I want to like him as he’s one of the early northerners, but I never quite get there. The Taffy thing doesn’t help.

ROACH: Gov’nor, come with me. [drags Galloway into the gents] Come on. GALLOWAY: You have some very funny ideas, Roach. FRANK: [bemused look at the closed door]

Gotta feel sorry for Mike in this one but the highlight is definitely Roy setting off the fire sprinklers by smoking in the gents.

[sibmakesart]

❤❤❤HAPPY LOVE IS LOVE MONTH ❤❤❤

[gothamite-rambler]

Carrie Kelley, the nine-year-old girl who Red Robin and Red Hood had just saved from a kidnapping, hugged both men while they stood outside her small family home.

Carrie: Thank you so, so, so much for saving me! I wish I could’ve fought back harder.

Red Robin: It’s okay; you’re not at fault for not being able to fight off a crazy woman. Just be safer next time.

Red Hood (handing the girl a dagger): Here ya go.

Carrie (holding the small dagger): Oooh!

Red Robin (snatching the weapon away and handing it back to Red Hood): Ignore him; you don’t murder your enemies. You fight and let the courts deal with them.

Red Hood: He’s… right. Murder shouldn’t be the only option, but it can be an option.

Red Robin (smacking Red Hood on the arm): Say something better.

Red Hood (fake sweet tone): Okay, you don’t have to resort to lethal force; you just beat the person until they wish you’d killed them. You know, like Batman does. He’ll stomp on a guy’s spine and then drag him back from the pits of hell. And Red Robin here beat the Joker with a bat and let him live.

Red Robin glared at Red Hood, refusing to answer. Carrie tapped her chin, pondering this advice. Red Hood was satisfied with his own words, and the young girl was eager to agree.

Carrie: Bring them to the brink of death, but let them live. That’s great advice! Thanks, Red Hood and Red Robin!

Red Robin: That’s not—

Red Hood covered his brother's mouth, nodding with a smile.

Red Hood: Shove your fist down a kidnapper's throat, kick them in between the legs until you hear a pop, and—

Red Robin (removing Red Hood's hand): Don’t listen to this—Mmmhmhasshole!

Red Hood (keeping his hand over Red Robin's mouth): Stab them and stab them, but make sure they live, okay? That’s the Batman way.

Carrie (saluting for some reason): I will! Thanks for saving me! And tell that Robin kid I said hey; he saved me a few weeks ago, and I didn’t thank him enough.

Red Hood: I’ll mention you. Now head on inside your house.

Carrie nodded, scurrying into her apartment where her parents had been worried sick about her. When they saw her, they rushed over and hugged her happily.

Red Hood (dragging his brother away like he was a mannequin): Aww, that’s a nice family moment.

Red Robin: You are such an asshole.

Red Hood: Doesn’t mean I’m not a hero.

[the-ghost-king]

The Earth Has Loved You Since Before You Had A Name

Mary Oliver // Marilia Destot // Who Spit into the Pumpkin, Who They Waiting For // anonymous // Ocean Vuong // Walasse Ting // Leslie Feinberg // Bryan Nash Gill // Robin Wall Kimmerer // @mm-mina // Robert Frank // Mariam Sitchinava // Vanessa Grasse // J. Allyn Rosser // u/irritableowls // Drew Fuller // Stanley Spencer //

[sad-endings-suck]

There is a certain type of ship dynamic that simply cannot be created or replicated artificially and it’s called “this couple was never meant to be a canon ship but their chemistry is just so incredible we had to do it anyway” and I love it more than anything.

[crisisofinfinitemultiverses]

Batman and Robin Year One 9 (2025) variant by Frank Quitely

[need-a-name-101]

PJOxDC Crossover

in which Duke is the son of Apollo who went to camp like once before he became robin and then later signal. He goes to New York for some reason and gets attacked by a monster, gets taken to camp and finds out his dad is Apollo. When the others find out that he is from Gotham, they just introduce him to Bernard who is also at Camp and a son of Apollo. Bernard tells him that Gotham is such a fucked up place even Greek Gods and Monsters don't go there often. They go back to Gotham. A year or so pass by Bernard helps Duke understand as much of his powers as he can (I hc Bernard as a medic). They grow close. While around the same time, Bernard meets Tim again and the Children of Dyonusis shit goes down. (Duke for plot reasons is not there, Why idk will make something up) Tim and Bernard start dating.

Duke plays his powers as being a Meta. Bruce and the otheres buy it because thry have no reason to belive that a secret socirty of Greek demigods are in NY. It is so because of the mist, the mist is strong even Diana and the Amazons are unware about camp. After the Giant War. (Which Bernard and Duke were not a part of), The mist stats to fail, so the demigods aka Percy, Annabeth, Nico, Will, Piper, Leo, Jason (If the AU is he lives), Frank, Hazel and all decide to go to ask the Amazons for help. But upon taking with them they find out that The Amazons were unaware of their existance. Then they decide to join force to find out a solution and build relations.

until then in Gotham Tim and Bernard are together. Tim introduces Bernard to his family slowly and one of the first people he meets is Duke. Tim is trying to figure out the mystery of why do Bernard and Duke know each other. They both said summer camp, but Tim knows them both well enough to know that they are lying to him. Why would they lie about it? But it's not a main focus because, Duke and his boyfriend get along and thats enough. He once brings it up with Bernard but he just says "It's like how you waited for a while before telling me your a vigillante" And Tim leaves it at that. When both of them are okay with him know they'll tell him.

While the Demigod and the Amazon gang find out that their quest to fix the mist will take them to Gotham. Wonder Woman just sighs and tells them that They have to contact Batman that they will be in their territory. negotiations are made with Batman and he agrees only if one of the Bats of he himself is with them when they are out on the streets. Diana has no choce but to agree because Greeek gods maybe crazy but Gotham is crazier. While Will rembers that two of his brothes are from Gotham and they coukd ask for help but he hasn't talked to them in a while (Sue me even if Duke and Bernard don't go to Camp as often, they do keep in touch with Will)

Duke straight up refuses saying he lives with his foster dad/adoptive (Whatever AU it is) And his kids. He can't just have that many People over. Bernard agrees, and calls up Duke saying they have to tell Tim, Duke in reluctance agrees he’s still new enough to question his relations with the rest of his family. So later that day Bernard and Duke break it to Tim about camp, Greek gods and all that. Duke talks about his powers, and Tim nods and says he understands and will keep it secret from the rest of the family until Duke wants him to.

Tim later says that if Diana is going to come here then they are defiantly working with Batman. Bernard says that he is only letting them stay with him and is not partaking in whatever quest bought them here. They need to either come up with a cover and say why the demigods are staying with Bernard and Tim( they live together okay) or just straight up hide it from Bruce (the murder boat is fun but for this AU let’s pretend it doesn’t exist or it does and Tim just straight up buys an apartment or something for the demigods to stay at)

So later when the demigods arrive they meet up with Batman and Robin (Damian, to clarify) tell them the gist of their quest. Diana is obviously there. Then they part ways, Tim has taken the night off, so he and Bernard meet to demigods minus Diana. Duke is there too. The two of them tell them that Tim knows so it’s fine.

This is now when absolute chaos breaks, you have demigods who are most of them if not all, can’t sit still. All of them think Gotham is weird as hell but Tim , Duke and Bernard are like yeah it a Tuesday man. Will thinks that Bernard’s boyfriend is some mafia guy. Because if the small cuts and bruises but dismiss the theory after spending like a week in Gotham, because dam this city gets attacked a lot. The demigods undergo the quest, with help from the bats.

Them some shit happens and now the bats have no choice but to have the demigods plus Diana Stay at the manor so identity revel but they are all made to swat on the river Styx by Bernard to never revel their ID. Then boom more chaos because, “you are telling me that the bimbo Bruce Wayne is batman” “your boyfriend’s a vigilante.”

Duke had to now tell the family that he’s a demigod. It doesn’t really change anything. But it changes things. They’re still fine, it was not as a big deal as duke thought.

(Idk if I’ll ever write it so feel free to write this au but pls share a link cause I’d love to read it)

[dcoraclestan]

One day I will meet Frank Miller and I’ll be able to scream at him for how he took away Batdad from us for too long.

I love Batdad with my whole heart and Frank Miller looked at Bruce “daddy issues” Wayne and went “abusive piece of shit.” That is not my Batman!

[yourspeirs]

[forensicated]

04X40 - The Silent Gun

Malcolm attends a call at a house after a report of a disturbance. However upon talking to the complainants he realises it's much deeper. Bailiffs had been trying to force the door of a bedsit open when the man inside released several rounds from a gun, injuring one of the Bailiffs hands. Malcolm questions why he wasn't told that a gun was involved and the middle class woman admits she was rather flustered to find out her tenant had a gun. She also forgot to ask for an ambulance and to mention that the man with a gun is still inside the house, locked in his room on the top floor.

Brownlow has a holiday that he's just about to leave for as news of the shooting comes in. Malcolm has a look up the stairs but there's no movement.

Bob. Tony and Derek get their guns and bullets signed out to them by Brownlow and Derek is assigned negotiator. Brownlow will be the scene coordinator, Bob is to be his runner and the others are back up.

The woman tells Malcolm that his name is 'Dublin' and she assumes he's Irish because of his name but she's never actually spoken to him. He hasn't paid rent for 6 months and is rather reclusive. She's been through all the legal routes to get him out but he won't leave hence the bailiffs being there.

Jim is sent to try and get access to the house opposite to gain an observation point. A crowd gathers despite Yorkie trying to get everyone to go home and stay inside. Bob and Derek take up positions with their guns with Derek making his way into the house.

Derek slowly starts climbing the stairs. He gets outside the room in question without harm and takes a long deep breath in. "Derek, any sign of life?" asks Brownlow. "Just my guts turning over, sir."

Jim couldn't get in the house suggested as an observation point as the woman he encountered freaked out. He's had to go to the next house along and reports a thick curtain over the window in question.

The firearms boss arrives dressed in a suit and is introduced to Brownlow. Soon after a group of armed police arrive and take over from Bob to allow him inside to assist Derek and Charles. The boss of the firearms is awesome and asks for a canteen van to be brought because he's there to make sure everyone is safe and calm and that the job ends in the same way, however long it takes. If it's not and not everyone is alive at the end - he considers that he hasn't done his job.

Yorkie has to deal with an idiot who wants to leave his house and dodge the police to get to the local shop. He refuses to go out the back, even when Yorkie points out that he's likely to get shot! Thankfully Claire's neighbour is a lot more reasonable and agrees to keep out of the way and in the back of her house.

Derek attempts to make contact with the armed police around him. He asks Mr Dublin if he can hear him and is answered by a toilet flush and Ted making his way out of the bathroom.🤣 Derek tries again but Dublin remains silent. Derek tells him that the bailiff is OK and not seriously injured. He asks him to leave the gun in his room and come out for a chat so he can help him with his problems. Dublin doesn't answer and there's no movement inside. He asks for the man's first name and is still met with silence.

Alec reports to Brownlow that the press would like to come nearer. He refuses and tells Alec to nick them if they try it before muttering to Ted that perhaps they should let them through as the only good journalist is a dead one. The middle-class house owner beams at Charles as she tells him that her brother was a journalist for the Telegraph.

Viv shows Brownlow some post addressed to a Mr Lublin from Poland that haven't been collected. She suggests that the name they've been given for 'Mr Dublin' is wrong and that he's 'Mr Lublin' instead. There's also an old rent book in the same name.

Bob pops upstairs. "... Do you speak Polish?" he asks Derek.

Technical Support blunder into the house and ask Derek how he's going. Derek tells them he's asked for an interpreter as there's been no movement or response yet. The armed officer's boss silences them all when he hears movement...

Outside, the canteen van is doing a roaring trade. Taffy asks Claire how you get all the hedgehogs in the world on a single matchbox. Claire has no idea.

The extra we've been talking about, Bryan Jacobs gets to speak in this episode! He says 'not again' and 'he is!' when Yorkie asks him who's winning their game of cards in the back of the police van.

Robin moans about how long it's taking, claiming the sooner it's over the better. Yorkie takes Alec a tea, he pouts because it's not coffee and sends him back to get him a sandwich.

The house owner is starting to get concerned that it won't be over by the time two students she tutors are due to arrive at 8pm. Malcolm and Ken make them all jump - including startling the snoozing Ted - by celebrating as a goal is scored on TV. [Very surprised Brownlow doesn't bollock them given what they're there for!]

Derek gets the interpreter to ask if he'd like a drink, and Mr Lublin continues ignoring them. "Perhaps he's on the wagon." Derek drawls before checking in with the tech guys who tell him there's half an inch to go before their probes are through the wall. "... Let's hope you don't come out behind the wardrobe again." Derek mutters earning himself a glare.

Brownlow talks to the armed officer's boss who tells him it doesn't matter that they've been waiting four hours, he still needs to bring it to a peaceful resolution. Brownlow points out the streetful of people wanting to return to their homes and an MP moaning about overkill.

Yorkie heads to a local shop to buy a packet of biscuits and speaks to the shopkeeper who tells him that he thought the Polish tenant had gone because he hadn't been in for months whereas before he was a regular visitor for his cereal. Yorkie asks if he ever spoke to the man and the shopkeeper says no, there was no point. He's deaf.

Outside the crowd are getting moody and wanting to return to their homes. One man in particular tries to push his way through Alec. He gets rough and ends up getting bundled into a police van to calm down. Another old lady reports her rice pudding that she left on a low flame might be about to spoil so Taffy is sent in to turn it off!

Brownlow speaks to the armed officers and explains that he's deaf and claims that they've wasted time trying to speak to him. The armed officer points out that if he's heard nothing he's more dangerous as he'd panic and fire at them in shock. The police dog barks at Charles as the man walks off like he's telling him off 🤣

Ted goes over to relieve Jim who has needed a pee for an hour. He reckons they should have gone in as soon as they were in place and took him by surprise and the job now has too much heavy thinking.

Tech are now going for their third set of holes after the last set also didn't work. Derek points out it could be a wall-to-wall bookcase but the man insists he knows it'll be right that time. The heat monitor is also not helping as what is seen could be body heat or also could be a fire! "When you join up those once little holes you'd drilling we can lift the roof up and have a look, can't we!?" Derek snarks.

Taffy tries to get into the house of the old lady and ends up breaking the window of her back door as everything else is locked. He's in the wrong house as he's confronted by two men and finds no rice pudding on the stove.

With no further movement, the officers prepare to go in with a police dog. The armed officers and a light are prepared and Viv asks the lady to stay where she is. They break the door in and push through a barricade to get the dog in before pushing in themselves. Inside they find the dog sat beside the old man who has literally curled into a ball with his hands over his head. The gun is on the bed.

With everything resolved and the old man arrested, the specialist forces leave. Derek and the suspect are mobbed by the press. Jim and Ted watch on in silence with Ted turning to Jim.

".... So what was the score?"

[deadsetobsessions]

Spider in Gotham AU- Pt.2

[Pt.1]

Peter’s no stranger to memories that comes as nightmares. There’s something different to them, the taste of terror that’s tinged with a feeling of “that’s happened.”

Flashes of Aunt May, dying as he stood next to her while choosing the city over her? Old hat. Inky darkness surrounding MJ falling as Peter reached for her, over and over again? Been there, seen that, didn’t even get a sick scar out of it. Racing against the clock to defeat some bad guy or an unknown threat? That’s his Thursday.

But this?

This isn’t his. It’s real, Peter could tell that much. Sure, it’s wrapped up in silk hisses and heart crushing terror, but Peter could always tell whether a nightmare was a nightmare or whether it was a memory.

This was a memory. Not his. His. It’s complicated.

“Your father, papito, he-,”

Then, it’d be the ruffle of his hair, brown eyes. It reminded him of his mom. But the crease of these eyes were different. Hardened, mean. Even towards him.

“Well, he said no, but I knew what he really wanted.”

The base of Peter’s neck always crawled when he remembered that line. His spider-sense warned him that whatever he’s remembering, he would not like.

“Ey, Peter.”

“Huh?” Peter blinked, looking up from where his arms were elbow deep in wires.

“Don’cha need gloves with that?” Frank asked, munching on some jerky. They were sitting in the living room, repairing a TV and a washer Frank had somehow managed to lug back to the apartment. It’s a toss up between Frank’s network of orphans (Peter included), street rats (these things are not mutually inclusive), or his own slightly higher than average strength. Not that they needed to thrift broken things, considering Peter’s funneling money from offshore bank accounts belonging to this America’s 1%. They just made it so easy! He and Ned had been hacking into government bases in middle school back on his world. This world? Not even a challenge. Regardless, this was kind of like… Frank’s version of those fancy sensory boxes for Peter.

“Oh, no. It’s not plugged in, see?”

“How’re ya gunna know it works then?”

“Plug it in after I’m done. Turn it off and on, you know?”

Frank stared at him, then rolled his eyes towards the ceiling.

“If you burn down that portion of the house, at least we’ll be warm for a bit.”

“Thanks. Your confidence in me is astounding.”

“You talk like an old man.”

“I do not! Excuse you! If I’m old, you’re the expired knock off cup ramen in the back of a convenience store!”

“Yo, shrimpy, that’s rude, ya hear?” Frank snickered, impressed at the quip. The Alley kid turned brother stood up to plop next to Peter.

“So… you gonna go…?” Frank made a whooshing sound and held his hand in a web shooter position.

“Tonight? Prolly. Anything I should look out for?”

“You’re gunna get yourself killed, but yeah, heard the gang’s back up north.”

Peter flashed a smile, dimples coming out. “I’ll try not to. Thanks, Frank.”

“Anytime, Spidey.”

Frank, though little (to Peter), was a good friend. Then again, considering Peter saved his ass both in mask and out of it, it’s to be expected. One would think that after eight years of hiding his identity, Peter would be better at it. Then, he got punted into a different world and got made by a child.

To be fair, the circumstances all but screamed Parker Luck, so Peter’s not counting this instance.

See, the first few days of this sudden cohabitation, Peter had asked Frank to find them furniture. Both because he was getting real sick of eating on the floor and because Peter needed to fix his suit to match his much younger body. Then, once he readjusted the shrinking nanotech and the spider legs to fit him in a way that wouldn’t break him, Peter had promptly swung out of the building and went patrolling. He stuck with the wandering Frank, taking out muggers and robbers and everything in between and past that around the area where Frank is.

Looking back, Peter realized how lucky he was when he decided to go on the “helping joyride” at the beginning of the evening. His spider-sense activated way later in the night, the moment where he began seeing and sensing the cameras that kept pointing towards him. He ducked and dodged out of the way, and eventually, the feeling left. Somebody was watching. And he doesn’t know where they stood on the moral side of things.

Anyways, it happened after three weeks and a half of going out and just… settling into life in Gotham. He had already been struggling to find a way home, scouring the libraries around Gotham on any subject that would aid in his multiversal travel. Peter would like to know which emo kid named this city.

Eventually, Parker Luck decided to strike once more.

“Get back, freak!” The lady brandished a wicked knife.

Talk about deja vu.

“Oh no! Knives! My greatest weakness!” Spider-Man yelled, sticking to the shadowed windows as he let his voice echo in the alley. Gotham had a lot of nice hiding places. Spider-man dropped down on her head like a bat out of hell and webbed the knife out of her hands. He webbed the mugger up onto the alleyway above normal reach, and told the man to call the police.

Frank screamed, just as Spider-man wrapped it up, loud enough to reach his enhanced hearing.

“Wait-!” The man tried to stop him, but Peter, small, trained, and having readjusted his reach, slipped away.

“What’s your name?!” The guy he saved yelled at his back.

Spider-man, distracted, yelled back, “SPIDEY!”

He shot webs upwards and used them to slingshot his way towards where Frank was. And… car! Peter used his webs to swing up, up, and let himself fall to gain momentum. At the last moment, Peter shot a web to the top of the car and pulled himself to it.

Shit, shit, shit. He’s stupidly attached to the kid, and he was stupid enough to let Frank go out into Gotham looking both well-fed and well clothed.

The world slowed as he locked eyes with a terrified Frank, who was getting dragged into a car.

The world narrowed to speed and Spider-Man landed on top of the car roof, sweeping his leg out and thankfully remembering his much shorter reach. His foot collided with the kidnapper’s face with the equivalent force of a grown up, slightly annoyed Peter Parker who’s letting his strength go a bit unchecked. Basically, they went flying, blood spewing out of the undoubtedly broken nose Spider-Man had just given them.

Standing on business, the shorter webster promptly flipped down wards as he all but glued the would-be kidnapper to the curb.

“You alright?”

“You’re- You’re that new mask.” Frank whispered, scuttling away from the car where he’d been dropped.

“Yeah, man. You okay?” His voice modulator came in clutch.

“Fuck. Fuck, I gotta-” Frank stumbled. The kid looked like he was one bad break away from snapping. Peter hated it when kids got that terrified look on their faces, it reminded him of himself, helpless as Ben bled out because they should never have to fear something that much.

Something’s wrong, though. As much as Peter wished otherwise, Frank was a Gotham bred and true alley kid, through and through. These kids don’t spook easily. Peter already stopped a couple of kidnappings and at least two of the kids had yelled at him to stay out of the way before unloading a rain of nut kicks on their kidnappers that left Peter wincing for days in sympathy. Frank being this spooked? Something’s going on.

“Woah, easy there, I’m not gonna hurt you,”

Frank shot him a half hysterical, half condescending look. Yeah, that’s more like it.

“Ob-obviously. I have to go before more of them comes,” Frank muttered.

“More of them? You know what they want?”

Frank stared at him, looking up and down at his blue, red, and gold ensemble.

“I can help,” Peter promised.

“What’re your thoughts on metas?”

Suspicious.

“Uh, they’re fine? Depends on the person, why?”

Frank sighed. The skinny teenager, barely 14, tugged at his hair. “They’re traffickers. Meta kids, mostly, so the Bats don’t do nothing. I- uh, I got caught.” He held up a thin wrist, showing Peter his new accessorie, a think metal bracelet that was beeping red.

Peter cursed in his head. Fuck, of course he’d stumble into a-

“Caught? You’re a meta?”

Frank nodded. “Strength. This is an inhibitor, illegal kind, you know?”

Well, that explained how he got all of those furniture without struggle.

“Right. Hey, don’t stress, kid, I’m a meta too.”

Frank blinked.

“What?”

Peter walked up the side of the car and did jazz hands.

“You’re a meta?! But- but you’re a mask operating in Gotham!”

“Yeah…? Is that weird?”

Before Frank could reply, Peter’s sense screamed and Spider-Man shoved Frank away from the spray of bullets.

“Move, Frank!”

Peter flipped away, vaguely aware of Frank’s gaping realization. He took down the shooters in quick succession, stopping the speeding car with his bare hands and some webs.

“Shooters, no shooting!” He yelled, liberally applying force he tended to keep under wraps. Frank was like a brother to him, and there is no universe where Peter Parker would hold back when his family was in danger.

When he got back to Frank, who had oddly stayed instead of running, Peter found out why the kid stayed.

“Peter?!” Frank hissed lowly, looking more pissed off than terrified. “Are you fucking insane?! Why are you running ‘round as a mask?!”

“Shhh!” Shit, he got made. “Come on, get back to the apartment and we can talk there. I’ll get rid of this-”

Peter casually snapped the bracelet in half, tearing the tracker out, and tucked it away to study later.

“Fuckin’- shit, fine, but you’re explaining everything, motherfucker!”

They split, Peter guessing correctly that he was in another lecture of a lifetime.

——

“Your vigilante name is Spiderman?”

“Hey, I can hear you say it without the hyphen! There’s a hyphen in there!”

“You’re not a man! You’re a twerp!”

“I’ll show you twerp, you-”

Five minutes of tussling later, in which Peter did not try to bite Frank’s arm off, thank you very much, Frank leaned back on the couch.

“Besides. People in the streets are calling you Spidey, anyways.”

“Spidey?”

“Some dude you saved from a mugging said you told him.”

Peter slammed his head on the floor where he was laying face down.

“Ughhhh.”

——

“He could have been great. I saw his potential.”

Anger. But he shouldn’t be afraid. The woman loved him.

“Hey, Peter. You’re up here again.”

“Hi.” Peter stayed curled up. His mind had refused him sleep for the last three nights, causing dark circles to appear underneath his eyes. The memories of what he assumed to be this world’s Peter was merging with his. What he’d seen so far did not fill him with confidence of a happy childhood. Flashes of wielding weapons, the sterile smell of a metal dissection table, and hundreds and hundreds of spiders crawling over him, getting startled into biting down. Plus, the stress of tracking down the meta trafficking circles in Gotham was no joke. He doesn’t know Gotham nearly as well as he knew New York, and he had to be extra careful running around and trying to catch every bit of the circle before making any moves. Frank was helping with his network of homeless Meta kids, but the traffickers were everywhere except for Crime Alley.

He should be dead. They sold his body to an organ harvester who dumped his venom filled corpse on the side of Gotham. At least he didn’t have to worry about killing his alternate version.

“Everything all right?” Red Robin clambered down to sit next to him, cowl hiding the concerned scrunch of his brow. He’s never seen Peter like this.

Peter grumbled, staring down at another alleyway. He knows his alternate died. His shit excuse for another sold his body to an organ harvester, when he seized on the operating table, who dumped his venom filled corpse on the side of Gotham. At least he didn’t have to worry about killing his alternate version. He does, however, have to worry about missing vital organs.

“I… remembered something.” Peter remembered a lot of things. And pretty much none of them were good. This Peter suffered a lot in his short life.

Red Robin nodded. The issue of Peter’s spotty memories had come up in their discussions over the past month.

“Ah. Something unpleasant?”

Peter thought back to the voice who, despite all of the other, highly traumatic memories, haunted his brain like nothing else.

“He didn’t live up to it. He refused to kill. So I made the decision for him.”

“Yeah. Not for me, but unpleasant that I know about it.”

“Yeah, I get that. You wanna talk about it?” Peter hid a small smile. Even though Red Robin kept his tone light, the concern still bled through. Warm. It made Peter feel warm. Even if it appeared that the Bats don’t really care about the trafficked meta kids… maybe Red Robin would come save normal kid Peter if he got kidnapped. A backup plan to consider. For now…

“Sure,” he said. Red Robin waited patiently.

“I think, I remember someone. Maybe, maybe my…” Peter grimaced. “My mom? She… told me something. And uh, I think I’maproductofrape.”

“Oh,” Red Robin said, so awkwardly that Peter had to crack a small smile despite the gravity of the topic. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah. Me too. Not myself, but for…” Peter waved a hand. “You know.”

“Yeah.”

“She wasn’t a good person,” Peter whispered and hated how he missed the browns of her eyes- her middle name was Marie, and god, Peter wished he hadn’t known that because he gets why her eyes reminded him so much of his own mother- and she besmirched everything Mary Parker stood for.

“You have our combined potential, Peter. Make sure not to be like him too much and live up to it, papito.”

“It’s okay, to love her even if she hurt other people,” Red Robin said, gently ruffling his greasy hair. Peter’s spidey-sense tingled and he ducked away. Red Robin withdrew his hand. “Because you can’t really help that. Trust me, I’ve tried. You just have to make sure they don’t get the chance to do what they did again.”

Cold, cold voices and his voice gave out from screaming. “You really are your father’s son. Never being able to do what’s necessary.”

And Peter wondered what happened to Red Robin and who hurt him. Peter would just like to talk. Red Robin reminded him of himself, way back when being Spider-Man meant finding out Harry became Green Goblin. Pained. Tired.

“Yeah,” Peter agreed. But that’s not really a problem, considering the last thing the organ harvester said before dumping him in an alley. “She’s dead in a ditch in Siberia or something. I’m not really worried she’ll do it again.”

“Uh.”

“It’s cool,”

“Right. Have you… remembered your dad?”

“Yeah. He’s in Gotham,” Peter unfurled a little.

“You want help tracking him down? I’m good at that kind of thing.”

Peter glanced at Red Robin. “I think you just admitted to being a stalker.”

“Vigilante,” Red Robin shrugged, like it explained everything. And yeah, it kind of did. Peter snorted.

“Nah, it’s okay. I don’t want to meet him anyways.”

“Why not?”

“He doesn’t know about me,” Peter ticked off his fingers. “I’m a literal walking, talking, breathing reminder of his trauma. And I don’t need a dad.”

Red Robin looked at him silently. Peter doesn’t think about it.

He never wanted to see his parents suffer. An alternate version of his dad, hurt so irrevocably by an alternate version of his mom?

Peter hated that this Catalina dirtied his mother’s name, and went against the most fundamental parts of what the spider symbol was meant for. And considering he’s been doing this longer than her, he had first dibs on defining it. He’ll look after his dad, as long as he’s stuck in Gotham. It’s only right.

“His name? Oh, my son, it’s Richard Grayson.”

——

Peter, who Trusts his instincts: no head rubs?? awwwww

Tim, who’s been trying to get a dna sample for the last month: how does he keep evading me?? He must be a genius or a spy or- *spirals down the conspiracy board*

——

Tim: I’ve connected the dots!

Peter: you’ve connected jack shit

——

Listen, the moment I learned Catalina Flores’ middle name, the pieces clicked, okay? Like legos. It’s like, former FBI agent in this one and former CIA agent in Peter’s home universe? Wow. Middle name Marie? Mary Parker? Incredible. Spider themes run in the blood apparently?? They both have brown eyes!! Trying to do good with no qualms about murder!! (I’m assuming since Mary Parker was SHIELD and I don’t think SHIELD cared much for the sanctity of human life if it threatened the country or something)

[britishsquidward]

Fantastic tag, made me think of them

[cellularfish]

Thinking about how insane comic books in ABO universe would be. Not only you get people who are weird about teens and women but also weird about omegas or secondary genders in particular.

(PS: these are parodies, not my honest opinions)

"Spider-Man can't be bi but he can be an omega who is pregnant with alpha MJ's kids. Oh, and did we mention we are going to make him lose the kids? God forbid a Spider-Man can be happy!"

(Not long after, there is going to be a video about it somewhere on YT)

"Frank Tieri is so salty, he wrote the big bad alpha Punisher owning a stash of alpha men magazines. Hahaha, an alpha is into fellow alphas. Take that, Ennis!"

"What if Jason Todd is actually an omega instead of beta? Robins are always omega-coded but especially Jason. He fits the 'bad' omega trope. He's feisty, emotional, challenges authority (Bruce), and hardly has lasting relationships."

(The artists drawing him with unnecessary curves aren't helping either because they tend to sexualize omega men as much as the women)

"Fredric Wertham be like: Batman, a rich alpha man, can't possibly share a bed with omega-coded orphan Robin and NOT do anything inappropriate!1!1!"

Edit: I forget about heat, I'm 99,9% sure that a beloved character is going to get into heat and has to lay with another character that no fans wanted to see them together.