Peter's injuries weren't serious. Though Deathstroke was also genetically enhanced, his design leaned more toward versatility and tactics; he had no exceptional strength, so throwing a couple of bare-knuckled punches at Spider-Man couldn't do much damage.
"Why you?" Bruce asked curiously.
Peter looked away.
Bruce stared at him.
Peter sighed. "Fine. I heard he was an assassin, so to stop his evil deeds, I hacked into his email and deleted some poorly timed contracts."
"You definitely deserved that beating."
"But that isn't the point. The point is, I didn't delete them completely. Those emails stayed in the recycle bin, so when more Spider-Men hacked in, they found that Deathstroke had deleted those expensive but insufficiently righteous jobs. That's why they kept emailing Deathstroke to say hello—they thought he might be a hidden hero."
Bruce covered his eyes.
"By the way." Bruce looked at Peter. "Have you heard anything about the Federal Bureau of Investigation while you've been here?"
After thinking seriously for a moment, Peter said, "No, I haven't heard anything about the FBI in a long time. I heard from Gotham locals that they can't enter the city."
"That used to be true." Bruce looked deeply troubled. "Ever since Gotham began improving, more and more strange people have started coming in. Every coin has two sides."
"Even though I don't particularly like the FBI's violent methods either, do you think they can't take on the responsibility of improving public safety in this city?"
"I'm afraid improving public safety won't be their primary purpose in coming here." Bruce shook his head gently. "Their violent methods usually aren't meant to maintain public safety, either."
"You don't want them coming in?" Peter saw Bruce's resistance and said, "But once this city improves, you're destined to be unable to refuse the people who