Spiderman in dc

This will be the last chapter to be posted for some time until chapter 20 is up on Patreon to ensure priority. Currently chapter 12 and chapter 13 are available on Patreon.

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Peter sat exhausted in the taxi, drained either from the conversation with Diana and Nubia, the activities of the previous night, the chaotic memories in his mind, or all the nonsense about transitioning to another world for a fresh start.

For him, it had been a day full of problems requiring his undivided attention to avoid any mistakes. The last thing he needed was to find himself face-to-face with a paranoid man wearing a bat suit.

The conversation with Diana and Nubia wasn't over yet, and he was sure they would later ask him about the mysterious woman, considering he had fled mid-conversation and ended up borrowing Nubia's clothes.

The bright side? That woman wore masculine outfits. As for Karen, she had disappeared, and he had no idea where she went. Peter even had to borrow some money from Diana's wallet to take a taxi to the address of his supposed home.

Speaking of that, all he could recall was the address-not the actual house. It seemed like his memories were foggy. Perhaps he needed some time to integrate the recollections of an entire life into himself.

When the taxi stopped, Peter handed some money to the driver and stepped out. But as he turned, all he saw were green meadows in front of him, making him frown.

"Did the taxi driver trick me while I wasn't paying attention?" he muttered, turning to check on the driver, only to find that he had already left. But Peter froze in place, his eyes fixed on something gigantic.

A massive gate.

Yes, an enormous gate with the letter "P" in the center. Beyond it lay something that nearly gave him a stroke:

A mansion.

A massive, damn mansion. Peter Parker had never dreamed of seeing such a sight.

"No way... Did I mess up the address? No, no, I'm sure I gave the driver the correct one. Could he have messed it up?"

He tried to shake off the shock and approached the gate slowly, staring at it with wide, astonished eyes.

"Hey there, handsome, is that you?"

Peter jumped at the sound of a voice. He looked to his right but found no one, so he moved closer and spotted a small device mounted on the wall near the gate. "Wait a minute... Karen? Is that you?"

"Hello, handsome. I guess you've finally found your home. Welcome to Parker Mansion."

The gigantic gate opened, leaving Peter with his mouth agape. "Hell no. Don't tell me I'm filthy rich in this world."

"You are, handsome. Now just come inside. I'll explain everything later. The web shooter containing my central AI is in your private lab."

Peter nodded slowly and stepped inside, still in disbelief. The gate closed behind him.

He walked down the long path to the mansion, his mind muddled. When he finally reached the door, it opened automatically.

Upon entering, Peter didn't even have time to admire the beauty of the mansion because he found something even more stunning.

A woman who looked like she'd stepped out of a Hollywood film stood before him. She wore a sleek, elegant secretary's suit that perfectly complemented her striking features. The white shirt beneath her tailored black blazer was slightly unbuttoned, revealing a hint of her ample cleavage.

Her shiny red hair was professionally styled, with a few loose strands falling against her face in an alluring way. Her makeup was subtle but flawless, with bold red lipstick and eye shadow that harmonized with her skin tone. She carried a small leather handbag.

Peter's pupils dilated as if he'd just laid eyes on beauty itself for the first time in his life. He was left speechless by the sheer allure of the woman before him until a name surfaced in his mind, and he uttered it slowly:

"Jessica Rabbit..."

Jessica spoke in a slow, deliberate tone. "I was waiting for you at the meeting. Everyone was there except you. You didn't answer my calls or messages. Where were you, sir? I hope your nightly activities didn't make you forget your work."

In a split second, a flood of memories about the woman rushed through Peter's mind, allowing him to regain his composure quickly-a skill honed from years of experience.

"You know there were urgent matters I had to handle with the other job," Peter said, trying to find an escape.

"The other job, huh?" she replied, her gaze growing sharper. "I don't think that's a good enough excuse for your absence, sir. This meeting had been planned for a long time, and you were supposed to be there. Work requires commitment. You should've shown up. You had a responsibility to the team."

"I know," Peter admitted, trying not to sound defensive. "I should've been there. Things piled up quickly in... the other job, but that doesn't excuse my absence."

The woman before him was clearly his personal secretary. Despite the foggy memories, the clear details-the clothes, the role-led him to that conclusion.

Jessica took a deep breath as if trying to maintain her composure. "What was I supposed to do? I was counting on you to be a leader. We're all working hard, and we need your guidance during tough times. But you weren't there, and I knew it would affect everyone."

"It won't happen again," Peter said seriously, knowing he needed to prove to her that he could be more reliable despite his past filled with excuses and lateness.

Jessica's expression remained firm, her gaze steady. "Words mean nothing without action, sir. You need to prove to us that you can handle the pressure-not just with words, but with action."

"You're right," Peter agreed, fully acknowledging his mistake. "I need to be more organized next time. It's not just about showing up; it's about respecting time and responsibility."

Jessica raised a brow slightly, her voice finally softening a fraction. "I hope you've learned a real lesson from this situation. You're in a position of power, and every step you take matters. There's no room for wasting time."

Peter smiled wryly and thought to himself, "How does Bruce manage this?"

"Understood," he replied, feeling the weight of the conversation start to lift. But he knew this was more than a discussion about his absence-it was a warning. "I won't let this affect the work. I'll reprioritize my responsibilities."

"I want to see that in action," Jessica said, her tone still skeptical. "You're leading a large team, and every decision you make impacts everyone. If you're not committed, how can others trust you? How can we succeed if you're not there to guide us?"

"I promise," Peter said, determined to convey his seriousness. Despite his scattered thoughts, he knew that a few words-perhaps even lies-could resolve the situation.

"It won't happen again. I'll work on better time management and be more present in meetings."

"You'd better have a clear plan," Jessica said, her tone finally easing. "Because if things spiral out of control, it'll be impossible to recover. I'm here to support you, but I can't keep covering for someone who ignores their commitments. There are limits to what I can handle."

"I won't disappoint you. I'm more committed now than ever, and I'm truly sorry for putting you in such positions because of my... other work."

Jessica gazed at him for a moment, as if measuring his sincerity. "I hope so, sir."

Peter paused to think, and suddenly more memories surfaced in his mind. He remembered something from his previous life-specifically, Stark-which made him smile inwardly. "You know what, Jessica? I have the perfect solution to ensure this doesn't happen again."

Jessica narrowed her eyes slightly, the only one visible through her hair, sensing he might say something foolish. "What is it, sir?"

"I'll make you responsible for everything. Leave only the most important matters to me-and by important, I mean very important. The rest is in your capable hands, Jessica."

Jessica's professional demeanor broke completely. "What? What are you saying, Peter? Are you joking?"

"Jessica, how long have we known each other?" Peter asked seriously.

Jessica took a deep breath. "What does that have to do with anything?" Peter raised his hand to stop her. "Just answer me."

"Eighteen years," she replied reluctantly.

"Exactly. We've known each other since we were ten years old. We're childhood friends, Jessica. My work means nothing compared to that. You've patched me up countless times, and I trust you. A little money isn't an issue."

Jessica's gaze softened, her expression tinged with a hint of shyness. "You trust me that much?"

Peter nodded. "With everything, Jessica-even my life."

Jessica's eyes widened, and suddenly, she threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly. Peter felt extremely flustered as he became acutely aware of her ample curves pressing against his chest.

"I feel the same way, Peter," she whispered.

They broke apart after a moment, looking into each other's eyes. The tension between them was almost palpable.

Jessica was the first to step back, her cheeks slightly flushed. "I'm sorry for being impulsive. I know you're not comfortable with that."

Peter blinked at her words. "W-What? Oh, don't worry about it. Just prepare whatever I need to sign to make you the front-runner, okay?"

Jessica nodded quickly and walked toward the exit, her high heels clicking on the floor. Peter, meanwhile, found himself momentarily mesmerized by the sway of her buttocks with every step.

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