Spider-Man Reincarnated in the DC Multiverse

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Luthor doesn't waste bullets.

If someone's being watched, they're already in the crosshairs.

Peter realized this too late one block too late, to be exact. By the time he noticed the drone in the reflection of a convenience store window, it had already followed him across six rooftops, ducked into two alleyways, and locked onto his infrared signature through three layers of civilian foot traffic.

That was the problem with being predictable: it made you a target.

Even when you were trying not to be.

Peter snapped upward into the rafters of a dilapidated skybridge and webbed the drone mid-glide. The small black unit sparked, hummed, and detonated in a crackle of static. He winced, flinging the smoking frame over the ledge.

That was the third one this week.

Someone had found him and they weren't subtle anymore.

He tapped his comm. "Oracle, you there?"

Her voice crackled in. "Listening."

"Just trashed another surveillance drone. Definitely not Bat-tech. It had a LexCorp serial in the casing."

There was a beat of silence. Then: "Confirmed. LexCorp's been expanding its R&D scope into multiversal signal tracking. Low-level quantum bleed signatures. They've flagged your energy pattern as an 'extradimensional contamination vector.'"

Peter blinked. "Wow. That's a lot of syllables for 'we don't like the new guy.'"

"Luthor doesn't trust what he can't control. You're a red dot on a map he can't delete."

"Any chance he'll settle for a friendly chat over coffee?"

"No. Lex Luthor doesn't do 'friendly' or 'coffee.' He does containment."

Peter exhaled sharply. "Awesome."

LexCorp Tower gleamed like a dagger in the heart of Metropolis.

Sleek, silver, and far too tall for its own ego, it loomed over the skyline with a kind of industrial menace. Peter stood across the avenue from it now, watching the building through the lenses of a borrowed StarkTech drone gifted to Oracle during a rare inter-company exchange, apparently. He admired the hardware. Lightweight, cloaked, beautifully efficient.

What he didn't admire was the interior.

Through the feed, he saw floors crawling with security, synthetic guards, and holographic corridors. On the 86th floor, surrounded by reinforced panels and an electromagnetic dampening field, sat a lab humming with activity.

In the middle of that lab was him.

Not literally, of course. But a 3D molecular reconstruction of his DNA. Augmented. Labeled. Annotated with diagrams Peter couldn't begin to decipher. Behind the workstation, two white coats debated his origin like he was an abstract painting.

"He shouldn't be stable," one muttered. "His cellular cohesion violates three known rules of field-state integration."

"He's adapting," said the other. "Faster than any metahuman we've profiled. He's not from here and he's not just surviving. He's evolving."

That chilled Peter more than he wanted to admit.

He flicked the comm open again. "Oracle. They've got my genome in stereo over here. Any chance we can disrupt their uplink?"

"Too late," she replied. "Lex is already building a predictive behavioral model. He's trying to forecast your movements."

"Based on what?"

"Everything. Speech, combat style, gait. He's scraping footage from Gotham and Central City overlaying it with your neural-response signature. If he finishes it, he'll be able to simulate you in real-time."

Peter muttered, "So he's not just profiling me. He's cloning me digitally."

"Worse. He's trying to preempt you."

Later that night, Peter dropped into the shadows of Suicide Slums. The air stank of ozone and burnt insulation. Half the streetlights were out. The ones still glowing flickered like dying candles.

He'd asked Oracle to set up a meeting with someone who could move beneath Lex's reach.

She only gave a name: Mercy Graves.

Peter didn't expect much maybe another jaded insider. But when she stepped from the shadows of an abandoned newsstand, he immediately adjusted his expectations.

Mercy was calm. Direct. Dressed in a trench coat sharp enough to cut through steel, with eyes that had seen too much and still judged everything.

"You're Parker," she said, like a statement of fact.

Peter straightened. "You're not surprised."

"I run Lex's shadow operations. I know every anomaly within fifty miles of Metropolis. You're not special."

"Thanks. I try to blend."

"Don't."

She motioned him to follow. "Lex already knows your power scale. What he doesn't know is your breaking point."

Peter walked beside her. "That sounds vaguely threatening."

"It's not. Just honest."

They ducked into a maintenance hatch leading beneath the city. She keyed open a side panel, revealing a sub-network of abandoned LexCorp prototypes old surveillance feeds, encrypted comms, disused labs. She led him to a data pad embedded in a pillar.

"He's building something," she said. "Not just a profile. A response."

Peter frowned. "Response to what?"

"To you. He sees you as the first crack in a very delicate dam. The moment the Multiverse bleeds into this one, his empire becomes unstable."

Peter looked at her sharply. "So what's he planning?"

Mercy hesitated.

Then: "A control algorithm. Nanite-based. Designed to map itself to unique neurological patterns. Targeted deployment through atmosphere. Minimal collateral."

Peter's stomach twisted. "You're saying he's building a kill switch?"

"No. A leash."

Peter clenched his fists. "Why are you telling me this?"

She held his gaze. "Because if Lex gets to decide who counts as human… no one's safe."

Back on the rooftops of Metropolis, Peter stood against the wind, watching the tower across the skyline. LexCorp glinted in moonlight, proud and untouchable.

He wasn't going to stay invisible forever. He knew that now. They had his data, his movements, his instincts. Eventually, Luthor would have his weaknesses too.

But what Lex didn't have what he couldn't fabricate was Peter's soul.

The part of him that chose to help, even when no one asked.

The part of him that said: I will not be caged.

He turned to the camera drone watching from across the block, narrowed his lenses, and waved.

"Tell Lex I'm coming," he said.

Then he vanished into the night.

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