Tim had sprained his ankle during the emergency landing, so Miles and Arkham Knight stayed behind to help treat him. Peter went to inspect the spaceship, with Dick and Jason following behind him.
"What was this about the robots you mentioned?"
"Are you sure your ship didn't crash by accident?"
"I don't know. When we entered orbit, I suddenly got an alert that the autopilot had failed, so I had to land manually. But I'd never actually flown one of these before. The landing wasn't great. We crashed when we were still a few hundred meters above the ground."
"You really are lucky to be alive." Peter sighed, then spotted the spaceship buried nose-first in the swamp from a distance. He sighed again. "This ship got lucky too."
"Wasn't it just well-built?"
Peter shook his head without explaining further. Fortunately, the ship had gone down nose-first. Before boarding, he had checked that the cockpit at the front of this model was the sturdiest part. If it had fallen sideways, the ship might not have remained so intact.
They walked up to the ship. Peter looked around but saw nothing, then fired two webs. Standing at the rear of the ship with his feet planted firmly apart, he flexed both arms and gave a fierce yank. The spaceship was pulled upright and laid flat across the swamp.
"Good Lord," Dick exclaimed.
Peter's expression did not improve. He boarded the ship, entered the cockpit, and began checking the flight logs. After only a few glances, he understood: the ship had been hit by electromagnetic interference.
Dick sighed. "My manual piloting skills are terrible. Otherwise, this wouldn't have happened."
Peter turned to look at him and realized that Dick from this universe was quite young, perhaps not yet Nightwing. Jason and Tim were