Poison Ivy stood ahead of him, tense as if she would rush over the next second and rake his face with her sharp nails.
Spider-Man scratched his face helplessly. This was going to be difficult.
He had spent some time in Gotham too.
Still, he was quite famous.
He was known as "Gotham City's friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, warm and welcoming."
Indeed, a giant close-up of him was displayed on the advertising walls downtown. It was hard not to recognize him.
Penguin had started playing the games of high society too, creating superheroes. Though she did not care about it at all, Spider-Man's name
had made her a great deal of money.
The only problem was that this Spider-Man never showed his real face, and solo interviews had to be specifically arranged with Peter Parker.
But for Spider-Man, this kind of life was exhausting!
He was just an ordinary person. At most, he believed that with great power came great responsibility, and he would lend a hand when it mattered.
But now...
"Die!" Poison Ivy shouted.
The vines and plants around them surged toward Spider-Man. A man-eating flower opened its huge mouth and lunged at him like a shark.
Poison Ivy was somewhat neurotic, or perhaps just constantly on edge.
Still, anyone who had gone through what she had would probably feel the same way. Not going insane would already be a good outcome.
Spider-Man jolted. Spider-Sense!
He sprang up from the ground in an instant. His incredible jumping power made Jason and the others widen their eyes as he leaped two or three meters into the air.
Spider-Man raised a hand, curled his fingers, and fired a web.
It anchored itself to a nearby wall. The spot where he had just stood was already surrounded by twisted green vines like