i_thwip Voyeur Two [backdated];
Peter Parker’s dreams were always haunted by the lady with the red hair. They had been since the day they had fell apart for the last time. It was always abstract. A smile amidst locks of red or the hair against her wedding dress… but that was always the consistent. The red hair was always there.
Only this woman, who laid him down on a bed in homage to a Bob Dylan song wasn’t Mary Jane. A singsong voice told him that her name was Barbra Gordon. Her eyes never left his and when she was finished with him, the same singsong voice told him she was in serious trouble.
He awoke in the same urgency that many do when the alarm clock has been buzzing for far too long. Red and blue clung to his body and he crafted webs throughout the city. Much like his spider-sense, he knew where the tower was. It was to his surprise when he saw a familiar suit.
Daredevil! Which meant Typhoid?
Itsy Bitsy Spider flopped to the ground. Parker found himself scratching the back of his neck. Part of him felt violated at that because Typhoid had quite the history with the superhero best of’s. Especially with Matt and Daredevil.
Considering he had left in such haste, he fought the urge to follow Daredevil, and went back to his apartment. It was like a scar that wouldn’t heal. It just kept itching in the back of his head. Barbra Gordon. Now he understood why Typhoid was such a villain. His heart, soul and mind was hammered by this image.