Alone

...

Spiderman grins before telling the truth, "Ahem, my real age is 15." There is a long silence; the Devil seems to be stunned. 

Daredevil gestures the cross, using his right hand to touch his forehead, his chest, his left shoulder, and then the right shoulder, "That is unbelievably young; why are you- don't- don't you have a curfew or something?" Daredevil still seems to be recovering from his shock.

"Uh, yeah? But I mean my Aunt doesn't really-" Spiderman pauses, wide eyed. "You wouldn't be able to identify me off any of the info I accidentally tell you, right? " Suddenly, Spiderman can imagine the other vigilante figuring out his secret and shudders in fear. 

Daredevil can sense the spike in Spiderman's heart beat, in fear, and says, "Even if I could, I really do not care." The older man leans on the railing on the roof and exhales loudly, "I'm not gonna expose your identity if that's what you're fearing." The kid nods in response. 

"... Do you realize how cool this is? Vigilante and vigilante conversing like best friends," the young boy says, interrupting the quiet. 

"We met a few minutes ago by me assulting you." Even though the mask covers Daredevil's eyes, Spiderman could tell he was incredulously squinting at him.

"And?" Spiderman asks, smiling, "That's like the best way to met your friends. It's a great ice breaker, sir."

"Sure, Spiderman." Daredevil thinks before adding, "You should change your name to Spiderboy or Spiderkid."

"Spider-Boy?" says Spiderman, with such judgment.

"Fits better, right?"

"How dare you." The teen scoffs, "No offense, sir; you are a legend, but you don't have a knack for naming. You're lucky you choose a cool name: Daredevil."

"I actually didn't come up with it, but I'm not gonna explain my whole backstory to you, kid."

"Ooooo! We have to have a hang out again and have a heart to heart convo." The kid is almost jumping up and down. 

"Just meet up here again tomorrow, midnight." 

Daredevil is about to jump off the building on to the next until Spiderman asks, "How can I contact you, besides in person?"

"Why would you want to?"

"I want to chat with my new friend," Spiderman half-jokes. The Devil sighs and turns around. "Wait! Sorry! I just thought it might be good because we both know about Fisk, and if I'm in trouble I can contact you." Spiderman cringes at his own squeaky voice.

Daredevil turns around and asked, "Could you remember a phone number?"

"Yes, I have a very good memory, well, sometimes."

"(212)-646-901," The Devil states, "It's my burner phone; I'll probably trash it soon, but you can use that for now."

"Cool, cool, got it," says Spiderman, "keeping it professional." Daredevil smiles slightly and runs off building to building. 

Peter whispers to himself, "So fucking cool."