“Oh, well, then that works. And stop, don’t give me that ‘don’t want me here’ stuff, all of the reasons I gave you are obviously ridiculous. I joke, it’s what I do, it’s what I kind of always do,” Peter shrugged before reaching a hand up to take her chin and lifting her eyes up towards him, “I did not mean don’t move to New York, I’m just saying I’m no Batman. So I’m not as cool as Gotham.”
He then frowned, “Why do you still have an apartment in New York? The cities are right next to each other, what’s the purpose of two places that close together?”
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“You’re cool enough, Peter...more so than Batman, and you should be specific when you joke when we’re discussing something serious. Remember that if we last long enough to get married and have kids. I do not want to one day in the future be in the delivery room with you jokingly changing your mind about them!”
She huffed, before giggling, kissing his lips. “Because it’s a Penthouse in Manhattan and I get a lot of rent for it. It overlooks Central Park for Cheezus’ sake!”
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“Wait, so people actually live there? Renting it from you? Would you have to evict them?” Peter blinked and then shook his head, “And I am not cooler than Batman, I don’t have ears, or a cape, though a cape really looks like it’d just get in the way. Why do so many people have capes?” He shook his head then grinned, “Also, I’m usually joking when discussing something serious. Because when I discuss something serious, I get too serious and it gets depressing.”
He then thought a moment, “Central Park view sounds nice.”
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“Nope! My last tenants moved out to go to Italy so I can happily move back in with little difficulty, just have to have my lawyers take it off the market and put this one on...though, I’m not sure who would rent it in Gotham, most of the families who can afford it have homes.”
She stuck her tongue out at him, licking his cheek. “You are cooler than Batman and I don’t wear a cape...though generally they're used for drama or gliding, depending on the support structure.” She snuggled against him. “But you can stand on walls with is way, way better….and build things like the webshooters, which you should totally build for your girlfriend.”
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“Your lawyers. I like how you have a team of lawyers, you sound like the Disney company, or something, I can’t even afford one lawyer. Let alone need one to take care of my assets. But alright, well you think on if you want to do that or not, I’m not going to tell you one way or another. Or else I’ll sound selfish.”
He then gave her lips another kiss, grinning when she licked his cheek and shook his head as he raised a brow, watching her, “I can stand on walls. And webshooters? How does that go with ‘Sparrow’? See, now we need to come up with something more thematic.”
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“I’m am the sole heir of a giant company not including being CEO of my own, I need lawyers to protect those...plus my trust fund, plus my fun fund. If they don’t manage it, I’ll be broke! No more new shoes!” She pouted at him. “No, tell me what you’re thinking...it’s alright to be selfish on occasion, Peter…”
She laughed then, giggling. “They could be nest shooters! They tie villians up with my sticky nests!” Tilting her head, she tapped his nose. “Are you trying to rid me of being Sparrow? I could go back to being Enigma and then I don’t need a reason to shoot webs since daddy and my stock and trade is confusing the hell out of people…”
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“Like I said, look at you with a team of lawyers. I might need a lawyer to make sure my blu-ray collection is perfectly safe,” Peter quipped, then wrapped his arms around her, dragging her back into his lap as he wrapped his arms around her, looking up at her as he shook his head, “Nope, not going to be selfish. Though, if you did live in New York, I could definitely see myself swinging by a lot more. I mean, not that I wouldn’t here, but it’d be a lot easier for both of us.”
He was grinning as he said this then shook his head, “But you’re going to school in Gotham, right? So you can’t do that to yourself. Not for just me.”
Shaking his head, he put a finger over her lips, “Nope, not nest shooters. That just sounds ludicrous, plus you have to remain Sparrow, your costume’s too sexy not to be.”