"Unlock it!"
Peter grabbed both sides of the maintenance frame. The Nanotech Suit instantly covered his entire body, four Spider Legs braced behind him, and the dust beneath his feet scraped into several white lines.
Bruce told Peter to step back and reached for Chen Mo's wrist. Chen Mo turned his palm over and, carried by his momentum, moved toward Peter instead. He was still smiling.
"Here, hold on. That way I can take you with me when I run."
Peter had already slipped his hand beneath the armor plates and touched the tight lining. His fingertips searched all around its edges but found nowhere it could be released.
"Not here. It'll damage the skin. Where's the lock?"
"I know," Bruce said.
"Then open it!"
Peter's voice echoed through the base. Chen Mo turned his face and saw the veins standing out on Spider-Man's forehead. He wanted to say not to worry, but what came out was an uncontrollable burst of laughter.
This was so fucking funny.
Spider-Man still didn't understand Big Bat well enough.
Bruce stood so close, his palm still pressed against Chen Mo's shoulder, as though Chen Mo would slowly get better as long as he held him steady.
But the big spider understood Big Bat all too fucking well.
Chen Mo tilted his head and asked Bruce whether he would like to come a little closer.
"Let me bite you. Then keep the teeth marks, so the doctor can see just how sick I am without you having to go to all the trouble of describing it."
Bruce's jaw tightened. The hand on Chen Mo's shoulder moved down, ready to immobilize his trembling arm.
Chen Mo pried the cover open with his thumb, pinched the connector inside between his fingers, and pulled it out.
The clamp