"What's wrong with you? Are you sick?"
Spider-Man, who had pulled back his arm after snapping the webbing, looked at the small figure standing before him. It was a young boy with short black hair and blue eyes that remained vivid even in the night. But his face was pale as paper, even his lips bloodless. His gaze was completely unfocused, and his pupils were slightly dilated.
"Hey! Hey! What's wrong? Can you hear me? You... wait, you look like Bruce Wayne. God, you can't possibly be his..."
Only after moving closer did Spider-Man finally see the boy's face clearly. But just as he was about to make further guesses about the boy's identity, the boy shook his head hard, swayed dizzily, and collapsed weakly.
Spider-Man dashed forward and caught him. He glanced back at Gotham City's skyline. The lights of the most conspicuous building, Wayne Tower, had long since gone out. Having stayed here for so long, Spider-Man knew perfectly well that no ambulance would come at this hour.
He felt the boy's neck and confirmed that his pulse was normal. Then he lifted his eyelids to check his eyes; his eye movement and pupils were fairly normal as well. Next came his breathing rate and heart rate, which seemed slightly weak. Spider-Man concluded that he had likely suffered a fainting spell from excessive exhaustion.
Spider-Man picked the boy up. The moment he lifted his foot, he hesitated visibly, then turned and headed in another direction.
Spider-Man brought Little Bruce to the Batcave.
Batman was not in the Batcave at the moment, but he had granted Spider-Man access. It was not an unusual gesture. Most of his Robins could come and go from the Batcave freely; they simply could not use most of the dangerous equipment there.
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