Peter's eyes went wide as he watched the man fall to his apparent death, and he had every intention of going after him -- in fact, he even tried. His feet were supposed to lift off the ground, he was supposed to be able to fly, something that came to Peter almost as easy as breathing.

But nothing happened save for a slight tug he felt draw up his spine, the one that usually lifted him into the air. He'd been effectively rendered useless, and he wasn't entirely sure how, but suddenly everything was in far more dire straights and Peter had no idea what to do.

A problem that became infinitely worse when the Joker turned his gaze towards him and Peter was rooted to the spot, angry and terrified all at once.

Maybe if Peter was lucky, the clown wouldn't have any idea that there were voids in the area, maybe he could fake it. Because whatever was going on wasn't something Peter didn't want to be in the middle of, but here he was, and there was nothing he could do. So he took another step forward, repeating the same question as before, just as angrily.

"What do you want? You got me up here."