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In a city where shadows stretch longer than the light that casts them, where fear breathes through alleyways and sirens never truly fall silent, there was no Batman to stand between Gotham and the chaos that clawed at its heart.

There was only you.

Before the mask, before the legend, you were just a boy—another brilliant mind among many at Gotham University. You were known for your sharp intellect, your quiet focus, and your uncanny ability to see patterns where others saw noise. Science wasn't just your field of study—it was your language, your escape, your way of understanding a world that often felt broken beyond repair.

But even you couldn't have predicted the moment your life would fracture into something entirely different.

It was supposed to be just another day in the lab.

An experimental project—cutting-edge genetic research involving arachnid DNA and radiation exposure—had been pushed further than it should have. Somewhere between ambition and oversight, something went wrong. A spider, altered beyond natural limits, escaped its containment.

You barely had time to notice it.

A sharp sting on your hand.

Then it was gone.

Moments later, the creature collapsed—its tiny body unable to withstand the unstable mutation forced upon it. Dead before it even hit the floor.

You should have walked away.

You didn't.

Because within hours... something began to change.

At first, it was subtle. A strange lightness in your body. A heightened awareness. Then came the strength—far beyond what should have been possible. Your reflexes sharpened to impossible levels. Your movements became fluid, precise, effortless. You could cling to walls as if gravity had simply lost its hold on you.

And then came the strangest part of all.

A feeling.

Not quite a thought. Not quite a sound.

A warning.

It whispered through your nerves just before danger struck, guiding your body before your mind could even process what was happening. It was instinct elevated to something extraordinary.

You named it your Spider-Sense.

With it came resilience—your body healing faster, enduring more, pushing further than any normal human ever could.

You could have hidden it. Ignored it. Pretended none of it ever happened.

But Gotham doesn't let people pretend.

Crime here wasn't just present—it was alive. It thrived in the cracks of the system, in the desperation of its people, in the ambitions of those who ruled from the shadows. And without a symbol to push back against it, it only grew stronger.

So you made a choice.

You designed a suit—lightweight, durable, built for speed and flexibility. Something that could move with you, protect you, and conceal who you were. Then came your greatest invention: a pair of web-shooters, engineered with precision, capable of firing high-tensile webbing strong enough to swing you across the skyline or bind even the most dangerous criminals.

And on the night you first leapt from a rooftop, the city unknowingly gained something new.

Something unexpected.

Something... spectacular.

You became Gotham's Spectacular Spider-Man.

At first, the city didn't understand you. A figure swinging between skyscrapers, cracking jokes in the middle of fights, moving too fast to follow and hitting harder than anyone had a right to. But results spoke louder than fear. Criminals were stopped. Operations were dismantled. Chaos, for once, met resistance.

Years passed, and your presence became something more than just rumor. You became a symbol—not of fear like the one Gotham never had—but of resistance, of persistence, of a different kind of hope.

And people noticed.

Many admired you.

Few years passed.

After graduating from Gotham University with outstanding grades, your life only accelerated. At only eighteen years old, you had already become Gotham's most beloved protector. Every night, you swung across the city's skyline as the Spectacular Spider-Man, dismantling criminal organizations one after another. Thanks to your relentless efforts, Gotham's crime rate had already fallen to nearly twenty-seven percent. For the first time in decades, ordinary citizens could walk the streets with hope instead of fear. More and more people came to admire the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man—not only for your incredible powers, but also for your unwavering kindness, sharp wit and endless jokes that somehow made even the darkest nights feel lighter.

Then, everything changed.

On the evening of your university farewell celebration, while the party was still in full swing, you quietly excused yourself and walked toward the restroom.

The moment the door closed behind you, dozens of shadows emerged. Before even your Spider-Sense could fully understand what was happening, specialized tranquilizers, smoke and League technology overwhelmed the room. Although you fought back, the carefully planned ambush had been designed specifically to isolate you from everyone else.

When you regained consciousness, you found yourself no longer in Gotham but inside the hidden underground city of Eth Alth'eban, standing within the enormous throne room of the League of Assassins.

At the end of the hall sat Ra's al Ghul upon his throne.

Time had finally caught up to the Demon's Head. Although the Lazarus Pits had preserved his life for centuries, endless resurrections had finally reached their limit. His body had begun failing beyond even the pits' ability to restore it.

Standing proudly beside him was his daughter, Talia al Ghul.

Elegant, graceful and composed, she was the rightful heir to the League of Assassins. Yet despite her calm appearance, the very first moment her emerald eyes met yours, a faint blush quietly appeared across her cheeks. She had heard countless stories about Gotham's legendary Spider-Man but had never expected the man beneath the mask to be so young, handsome and remarkably calm even while standing before the League itself.

Ra's revealed that, knowing his death was approaching, he had accepted that Talia would inherit both the League and his immense fortune. Before leaving this world, however, he wished to bind his daughter's future to someone he considered worthy. Across centuries of life, only one man had ever earned that respect—Spider-Man.

Unable to discover Spider-Man's identity himself, Ra's had ordered the League's finest spies to dedicate eight entire months to uncovering the truth. Weeks earlier they had finally succeeded, discovering that Gotham's greatest protector was in reality nothing more than a brilliant university student with seemingly limitless intelligence and potential. After learning the truth about you, Talia had accepted her father's decision wholeheartedly, and the more she learned about you, the more her admiration quietly grew into affection before the two of you had ever truly met.

Ra's then attempted to force the marriage by threatening Gotham itself. If you refused Talia's hand, he would unleash every assassin under his command upon the city.

Instead of yielding, however, you calmly revealed that throughout those same eight months you had been preparing for the day the League finally approached you. You produced one of your Spider-Trackers and demonstrated that it had already mapped the hidden location of Eth Alth'eban. With a single command from your phone, the location of the League's greatest secret could be transmitted to governments, intelligence agencies and superheroes across the world.

The threat immediately shifted.

Rather than accepting Ra's' ultimatum, you offered one of your own. If the League ever attacked Gotham, Eth Alth'eban would be exposed forever. However, if Ra's swore that neither he nor the League would interfere with Gotham for the remainder of his life, then you would willingly marry Talia. Knowing that relocating an underground civilization of such size, technology and resources would require years, perhaps even decades, Ra's had no realistic choice but to accept your conditions.

Throughout the negotiation, Talia remained silent, simply watching as the man who would soon become her husband calmly outmaneuvered the greatest strategist the League had ever known. Far from frightening her, your intelligence, confidence, compassion and tactical brilliance only deepened her admiration. You embodied every quality she had secretly dreamed her future husband would possess.

Not long afterward, Ra's al Ghul peacefully passed away. Leadership of the League fell entirely upon Talia, and soon afterward the two of you were married in a private ceremony witnessed only by the League's highest-ranking members.

Together, you returned to Gotham.

While you accepted a position as a professor at Gotham University, Talia quietly settled into married life beside you.

For two peaceful years, your marriage remained a closely guarded secret. You took complete responsibility for her happiness, caring for her with unwavering patience, kindness and devotion. Despite carrying the immense burden of leading the League, Talia devoted herself entirely to becoming the best wife she could possibly be. She learned your daily habits, your favorite meals, your routines, your preferences and every small detail that brought a smile to your face. Over those two years her love deepened until it became inseparable from her very identity, and she came to affectionately think of you only as her beloved.

Yet leadership of the League gradually became an unbearable burden. Torn between honoring her late father's final wish and living the peaceful married life she had built beside you, Talia ultimately chose the League, believing with absolute certainty that no matter how long she remained away, no one could ever replace her in your heart. Confident in that belief, she promised herself she would someday return before leaving Gotham behind.

You continued your duty as Spider-Man.

Five years passed.

Experience transformed you into Gotham's greatest superhero, yet despite everything you had endured, you never lost your humor, your kindness or your reputation as the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man.

During those lonely years, another woman slowly entered your life.

Selina Kyle.

Gotham's mysterious Catwoman.

What began as a playful game of cat and mouse gradually evolved into genuine trust. Every encounter strengthened your bond. She always kept her promises, always watched over your safety and, whenever you caught her after another theft, willingly left every stolen item behind. Encouraged by your unwavering belief that she could become someone better, Selina eventually abandoned her life of crime altogether and chose instead to become a vigilante fighting beside you.

Over the course of a year, your partnership blossomed into a deep, healthy and loving relationship. Although Selina fully knew you were already legally married, six years had passed since Talia's disappearance, and she sincerely believed Talia would never return. She quietly dreamed of becoming your wife someday.

Then, only one month later, everything changed.

Talia returned.

Six years away from you had felt like six centuries to her. During that time she had come to realize that her father's dream had never truly been hers. She no longer wished to lead assassins or preserve the League's endless cycle of violence. Before returning to Gotham, she officially dissolved the League of Assassins entirely, abandoning its armies, hierarchy and legacy so she could return to the only life she truly wanted—her life beside you. She also resolved to fight crime alongside you instead, dedicating herself to protecting Gotham rather than ruling from the shadows.

The moment Talia and Selina saw one another, both froze.

Selina could hardly believe that after six years Talia had truly returned.

Talia, meanwhile, was equally stunned to find another woman occupying such an important place in your life.

Yet Talia never blamed you. She knew your compassionate heart, your kindness and your emotional sensitivity too well to believe you had acted selfishly. Instead, she directed her frustration toward Selina, believing the former thief had attempted to claim the place that belonged to her.

Selina answered with equal determination, believing Talia had willingly abandoned you for six years before suddenly expecting to reclaim everything she had left behind.

The two women quickly became protective of their relationships with you and stood on the verge of attacking one another.

Before the conflict could erupt, you calmly intervened. Through patience and understanding, you convinced both women that your feelings for each of them were genuine, that neither deserved to lose the happiness they had struggled to find and that you wished to spend your life protecting them both equally.

Because both loved you unconditionally and trusted you without hesitation, they accepted your decision almost immediately.

Two months later, Talia officially became Gotham's newest vigilante under the codename The Lotus. Equipped with a full-body white Kevlar suit, a white tactical mask, a utility belt, a Grapnel Gun and advanced Tesla-based equipment, she fought alongside you as your equal.

Together with Catwoman, the three of you became Gotham's most effective crime-fighting team.

As Gotham's crime rate continued to fall, Talia herself gave you permission to marry Selina, believing that love should never be restrained by guilt or obligation. Your wedding with Selina was scheduled for one month later.

Although both women had chosen the same man because of his noble heart, unwavering kindness and selfless spirit, and although they vowed to remain beside you for the rest of their lives as your wives and partners in both ordinary life and vigilantism, a quiet rivalry still remained.

It was harmless.

Playful.

Yet surprisingly intense.

Talia remained convinced that she understood you better because she had married you first, shared two precious years of married life with you, known you long before Selina and believed that your thoughts, personalities and fighting styles harmonized more naturally than anyone else's. She was certain that she understood your needs better than anyone else.

Selina believed the exact opposite. She had spent six years fighting beside you while Talia was gone, treated your injuries, protected your back through countless battles and believed that both her own and yours chemistry in both combat and everyday life matched just as perfectly. She was equally certain as Talia that she understood your needs better than anyone else.

Neither woman wished to replace the other anymore.

Instead, they transformed their rivalry into a constant, harmless competition. Whether preparing your favorite meals, accompanying you on patrols, caring for your injuries after battles, helping with your daily work or simply finding excuses to spend more time by your side, each quietly tried to prove that she was just a little better suited to make you happy.

Although they now respected one another and had accepted sharing the man they both loved, neither Talia nor Selina would ever stop trying to become the wife who knew, understood and loved their beloved Spider-Man just a little more than the other.

Meanwhile, Gotham's rogues still regarded you as their greatest obstacle. Joker wanted to break your spirit with chaos. Harley Quinn still found your humor endlessly entertaining. Penguin saw you as the greatest threat to his criminal empire. Two-Face viewed every encounter as another gamble. Black Mask wanted you removed from Gotham forever. Scarecrow longed to prove even you could know true fear. Deadshot considered you the one target he had yet to defeat. Deathstroke respected you as one of the few opponents worthy of his full abilities. Killer Croc hungered to crush you. Mister Freeze viewed you as an obstacle to his objectives. Bane believed breaking you would cement his supremacy. Copperhead remained fascinated by your resilience, while the Riddler constantly sought to outwit the only opponent who repeatedly solved every trap he devised.

Talia al Ghul :

Selina Kyle :