"All they know now is that you'll beat them up."
Peter didn't let go.
"When that doctor saw me, his first reaction was to hide, too. How could people's first reaction to seeing Spider-Man be to hide?"
Chen Mo's eye lenses shifted.
"He'd better know to hide. How many doctors in here have clean hands? Have you heard... oh, you got here late. You didn't hear."
"Then investigate."
Peter answered quickly.
"Find out what he's done, then hand over the evidence. Right now, he needs to get out, and so does the man behind me. Isn't pursuing procedural justice what we've been doing all along?"
"And then we arrest them again a couple of days later? Procedural justice? Gotham, a civilized city governed by law. Even the White Knight went dark. I just hit a little harder, that's all. You know I held back!"
"That still doesn't mean you can beat people this badly right now!"
"I wasn't trying to kill them!"
"I know."
Peter still stood in front of Alberto Falcone, his grip on Chen Mo's hand not loosening at all.
"So stop for a moment, okay? You've already caught him."
Chen Mo wanted to argue a little more, but Alberto suddenly began coughing by the wall, bloody fluid spilling out with his laughter. Suspended in webbing, he could barely even bend over.
...Still laughing.
Chen Mo clenched his back teeth. Just as he was about to step forward, Peter moved with him.
The two pairs of white eyes nearly touched.
Hold it in.
Peter's still watching.
Upright and righteous, upright and righteous!
He came all this way to help. I can't beat him up in the middle of it, can I?
Chen Mo felt unbearably stifled. Someone outside called for Spider-Man again, saying they couldn't get the stretcher