The Superior Spiderman in Young Justice

As Copperhead's struggles finally subsided, her body going limp as the paralyzing venom coursed through her veins, Superior Spider-Man's gaze shifted toward Cheshire, who was now securely bound and incapacitated.

Red Arrow stood nearby, wiping a trace of blood from his knuckles, his bow still gripped tightly in his hand. Cheshire sat on the floor, her wrists and ankles tied together with reinforced cable arrows. Her mask was shattered, revealing her defiant yet bruised face beneath. Despite her vulnerable state, her eyes still burned with fierce determination as she glared at her captors.

"Impressive work," Superior Spider-Man remarked coolly, retracting his mechanical limbs with a sharp, metallic hiss. "For an archer. Efficient, though I would've handled it in far less time." His voice carried a tone of condescension, but his words were laced with a grudging acknowledgment of Red Arrow's effectiveness.

Red Arrow rolled his eyes but chose not to rise to the bait. "Yeah, thanks for the vote of confidence, Spider. Real inspiring," he muttered, kneeling down to double-check Cheshire's bindings. He glanced at her, meeting her fiery gaze. "Don't bother trying to slip out. Those cables are designed to hold metas twice as strong as you."

Cheshire smirked despite the situation, her voice a low, mocking purr. "Oh, don't flatter yourself, boy scout. You caught me off guard, that's all. Give me a real fight, and I'd wipe the floor with you."

Superior Spider-Man stepped closer, his shadow falling over her as he tilted his head. "A real fight?" he repeated, his tone dripping with disdain. "You had your chance and you failed. Miserably. You should be grateful Red Arrow here had the decency to leave you conscious." His mechanical limbs flexed behind him as if to emphasize his point, the sharp ends glinting menacingly. "Because I would not have been so kind."

Cheshire's smirk faltered slightly, her gaze darting briefly to the mechanical arms before quickly recovering her composure. "You think you're so good," she spat, her voice laced with venom. "But all I see is another egomaniac hiding behind gadgets."

"Egomaniac?" Superior Spider-Man stepped closer, his mechanical limbs curling behind him like predatory claws, the sharp ends gleaming ominously. His lenses narrowed, and his tone dropped to an icy rasp. "No, Jade Crock. I'm not an egomaniac. I'm a realist. And the reality is this—your theatrics, your bravado, your misplaced confidence? All of it crumbles when faced with true superiority. And that's exactly what I am."

Cheshire's eyes widened in shock at the sound of her name, the confident façade she wore cracking for the briefest moment. "H-How?" she stammered, her voice betraying a hint of fear as she instinctively pulled against her bindings.

Superior Spider-Man leaned in slightly, his imposing frame casting a shadow over her. The faint hum of his mechanical limbs echoed in the silence. His lenses glinted in the dim light, a sharp, eerie flicker as his facial recognition interface completed its scan.

"You're not as elusive as you think," he said, his tone laced with contempt. "Jade Crock. Born to a broken family of criminals, trained from a young age in the art of assassination. You thrive on chaos and anonymity, but technology doesn't care for shadows. My systems identified you the moment you entered my web." His words were clinical, devoid of any empathy, as if he were reading from a file.

Cheshire clenched her fists, her confidence wavering. "You don't know me," she spat, defiance creeping back into her voice.

Superior Spider-Man straightened, his mechanical limbs clicking ominously as they shifted into a predatory stance. His lenses narrowed, and his voice cut through the silence like a blade. "I know enough," he said coldly. "Enough to see through the flimsy façade you cling to. Enough to understand that every move you make is nothing but a desperate attempt to stay relevant in a world where true superiority renders you obsolete."

He leaned in closer, his mechanical arms curling threateningly around Cheshire like the fangs of a beast preparing to strike. His tone dropped to a venomous whisper. "And now? Now, you're just another statistic in my database—a failed assassin who dared to challenge a being infinitely beyond you. Your bravado is hollow, your tactics predictable, and your defeat… inevitable."

Cheshire glared up at him, her breathing uneven as her defiance clashed with the cold truth in his words. Her fear hardened into anger, her jaw tightening as she fought to suppress the creeping realization that he had stripped her bare. He had dismantled her confidence, layer by layer, exposing the vulnerability she worked so hard to hide. Deep down, she knew she was caught—ensnared in the web of a predator who left no room for error.

From the sidelines, Red Arrow let out a low, impressed whistle, breaking the tense silence. He leaned casually against a nearby wall, his bow resting on his shoulder as he watched the exchange unfold. "Well," he said, his voice laced with amusement, "you've got a real talent for monologues, don't you, Web-Head? I think you just gave her an existential crisis."

Superior Spider-Man didn't break his gaze from Cheshire, his focus unyielding. "This is not theatrics, Red Arrow," he replied, his voice sharp and unamused. "This is the reality of superiority. Those who rely on shadows and deception crumble when faced with the unrelenting light of intellect and precision."

Cheshire's eyes flicked toward Red Arrow, her fury momentarily directed at him for the casual comment. But Superior Spider-Man's presence loomed over her, forcing her attention back to him. The predator had spoken, and she was still caught in his web.

Red Arrow, unfazed by the tension, tilted his head toward the table where Dr. Roquette cowered, her trembling form barely visible beneath the holographic console. "I suggest you do your job now, Doc," he said, his voice firm but calm. "You've still got the fog to shut down."

Dr. Roquette flinched at the sudden attention, peering cautiously from her hiding spot. Her wide eyes darted between Red Arrow, the subdued Cheshire, and the ominous figure of Superior Spider-Man. Swallowing hard, she nodded quickly. "R-right! I'll finish it now," she stammered, her voice shaky but grateful. "Thank you for… for saving me."

Gathering her resolve, Dr. Roquette hurried to the holographic computer, her hands trembling as they hovered over the advanced interface—a marvel of Superior Spider-Man's technology. The glowing blue panels flickered to life as she worked, her focus sharpening despite the lingering fear.

"Make it quick," Superior Spider-Man said, his tone curt, his attention still locked on Cheshire. "I didn't design that system for hesitation."

["Avengers, state your status,"] he said, his voice resonating with an authoritative sharpness in their minds.

["Done here, Spidey,"] Kid Flash's voice responded first, carrying his usual lighthearted energy. ["And I'm bringing you the knock-off version of yourself, just like you requested."]

Superior Spider-Man's lenses narrowed slightly, though none could see it. ["Good. I'll assess the target when you arrive."]

["Mission accomplished on my end as well,"] M'gann's telepathic voice chimed in, calm but carrying an undertone of pride. ["No casualties. I've neutralized the threats and secured the area."]

["My part is clear,"] Aqualad added, his deep voice steady and composed. ["All hostiles have been subdued. Awaiting further orders."]

["Robin here,"] the youngest member of the team spoke next, his tone sharp and focused. ["I'm sweeping for hidden assassins. Everything seems clear so far, but I'll double-check before heading your way."]

Superior Spider-Man allowed himself a moment of satisfaction at the team's performance but didn't vocalize it. His leadership required results, not praise.

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"I'm almost done," Dr. Roquette said, her voice trembling slightly but laced with determination. Her fingers danced across the holographic controls, manipulating the advanced system with growing confidence. "Just a little bit more... and done."

She let out a quiet breath, a mix of relief and exhaustion washing over her as the final command was entered. The glowing interface flickered for a moment before stabilizing, confirming that her work was complete. Her shoulders relaxed slightly, though the tension in her frame remained—this was far from over.

Superior Spider-Man, still looming over the incapacitated Cheshire, didn't break his focus. "Good," he replied simply. His voice carried the weight of someone who never took victory for granted.

Spider-Man's lenses glowed briefly as the data streamed in, assessing the information Dr. Roquette had provided. His mechanical limbs twitched ever so slightly, tapping into his neural interface as the systems synced seamlessly with his own enhanced cognition.

He processed the data in an instant, his mind calculating trajectories and analyzing every possible outcome with surgical precision. The fog—design by Dr. Roquette to be use by the League of Shadows—was now within his grasp. The tracking systems kicked in, the holographic maps flickering to life in mid-air around him, pinpoints of data slowly converging on the exact source.

His voice was low, but it carried an undeniable authority as he addressed Dr. Roquette. "The fog's source is now pinpointed. No more hiding. We take this down, now."

["Martian, prepare your ship. You and Aqualad are going to the coordinates I'm sending. No delays."] The message was direct, authoritative—there was no room for debate. The time for waiting was over; action was the only option now.

The tension in the room was palpable as Cheshire, tied up and seemingly defeated, cast a sharp glance between Dr. Roquette and Superior Spider-Man. Her lips curled into a mocking smirk as she spoke with defiance. "Well, the League of Shadows won't be happy about this. You're lucky, Doc. You get to live another day."

Without warning, she dropped a set of small marble-sized balls from her sleeve, the objects hitting the floor with a soft click. They erupted in a blinding flash of light, momentarily disorienting everyone in the room.

As the light faded, Cheshire's shadow began to writhe and stretch unnaturally, tendrils of dark energy rising from the ground, as her shadow morphed into chains that quickly began to bind her, pulling her downward and into the earth. The source of this strange escape—Shade, manipulating the very shadows to assist her—became apparent as the escape plan unfolded before them.

"No!" Red Arrow yelled in desperation, his eyes wide with frustration as he reached out, but it was too late. Cheshire was vanishing from their grasp.

Superior Spider-Man stood motionless, his arms crossed, observing the scene with cold detachment. He made no move to intervene as Cheshire and her shadow ally slowly sink to the ground, the air around them thick with the tension of impending escape.

Just as they were about to completely disappear, Robin, ever vigilant, acted. From above, he disengaged his cloaking device and dropped down, his silhouette a blur in the air. His right fist, encased in a gauntlet brimming with crackling electricity, slammed into the shadows beneath them.

"Chidori!" Robin shouted, his voice laced with determination as the crackling surge of electricity tore through the shadows. The bright arcs of energy illuminated the room, causing Cheshire and Shade to recoil violently in agony. The sizzling sound of electricity coursing through the dark tendrils was deafening, a sharp contrast to the tense silence that had preceded it.

The electric surge had the desired effect. The shadows faltered, the tendrils binding Cheshire and Shade shuddering as they struggled against the onslaught. Their bodies convulsed, spasming uncontrollably as the voltage coursed through them, disrupting their escape just long enough for the team to regain control.

Cheshire's body jerked violently as the shock ripped through her. Her usual defiant smirk was replaced with a grimace of pain as she struggled to stay conscious. "Damn it…" she ground out, her voice thick with anguish, but her words were drowned out by the crackling energy. She collapsed, her head lolling to one side, unconscious from the shock.

Shade wasn't faring any better. His shadowy form flickered erratically in the air, but the surge of electricity had wreaked havoc on his ability to control the dark tendrils. The energy paralyzed him, forcing his body into violent convulsions as it tore through his ethereal form. With a final, guttural sound, Shade collapsed, his shadowy essence folding in on itself as he crumpled to the ground, unconscious from the overwhelming shock.

The room fell into an eerie stillness, broken only by the faint crackle of dissipating electricity. The tension that had hung heavy in the air moments ago began to lift, but the lingering threat was far from gone.

Superior Spider-Man stepped forward, his expression as impassive as ever, his mechanical limbs retracting with a soft hum. He surveyed the two incapacitated figures with a cool detachment, his lenses scanning their still forms. "Good work," he said, his tone flat but edged with the rarest hint of approval.

Robin's lips quirked into a confident smirk, his eyes gleaming with a quiet sense of satisfaction. With a quick flick of his gauntlet, he acknowledged the praise, his usual brashness tempered by the gravity of their victory. "Not bad for a quick intervention," he replied, a hint of pride in his voice.

Red Arrow, who had been standing by in tense silence, couldn't mask his surprise. His eyes shifted between Robin and Superior Spider-Man, his brows furrowed in disbelief. "Didn't expect you to pull that off so cleanly," he muttered, his voice laced with genuine admiration. "You didn't just stop them—you fried their whole damn escape plan."

Robin simply shrugged, the smirk still playing at his lips. "Well, that was shockingly effective," he quipped, his eyes gleaming with a playful spark. "Guess you could say I electrified the situation."

Red Arrow rolled his eyes, a small, exasperated chuckle escaping him as he glanced toward Dr. Roquette. She was still shielding her eyes from the aftereffects of the flashbang, her face scrunched in discomfort. He couldn't help but add, "I think she's gonna need a minute to recover from that one."

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Megan and Aqualad arrived at the coordinates, their transport ship's low hum fading into the distance as they touched down. Megan's brow furrowed with concentration, her telepathic senses reaching out to survey the area, while Aqualad, ever the watchful protector, kept a keen eye on their surroundings, his posture ready for anything.

The seconds stretched on in tense silence as Megan focused her abilities, her face gradually relaxing as her mind zeroed in on the source of the disturbance. Finally, she turned to Aqualad, her voice calm but firm. "I've found the person controlling the fog."

Aqualad's eyes narrowed, sharp and focused. "Where?"

Megan's finger pointed toward a white van parked at a distance, partially concealed by the shadows of nearby trees. "Over there," she said, her voice unwavering. "The individual is inside."

Aqualad gave a brief nod, the gravity of the situation clear on his face. "Let's move. We can't waste time."

Without further hesitation, the two of them moved swiftly, each step calculated as they closed the distance to the van. Their silence was deafening, broken only by the sound of their footsteps on the ground as they approached with precision.

As they neared the van, Megan focused, her telepathic abilities expanding outward. With a subtle gesture, she unleashed a wave of psychic force, knocking the individual inside the van unconscious. The van's door swung open slightly as the person slumped in their seat, leaving the back of the vehicle exposed.

Peering inside, they saw Dr. Serling Roquette's ominous creation—The Fog—contained within the van, glowing faintly with a strange, eerie light.

Aqualad immediately tapped his communicator, his voice calm and efficient. "This is Aqualad. We've arrived at the coordinates and secured The Fog before it could be deployed."

"Good work," came the steady voice of Superior Spider-Man in reply. "Retrieve The Fog. It will serve us well once I repurpose it for our cause."

"Understood," Aqualad responded with a firm nod.

He turned to Megan. "Let's go, Miss Martian."

Megan gave a determined nod, her expression resolute as she followed Aqualad, ready to move the mission forward.

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