Batman and Spider-Man

Chapter 17

The man with the red hood clutched the weapon to his chest as if it was his own child as bullets ricocheted off the metal catwalks. Hordes of security guards shuffled in, firing at him as the ACE Chemical alarms blared, the room flashing red, casting his shadow across the walls.

The weapon was a red blob that writhed and shook, swirling around and dancing across its refined glass cylinder. It almost looked alive.

The man with the red hood was about to make it through an emergency exit when a wall of guards blocked him. He ran the opposite direction only to see another wall of guards filling in the empty space that was once the catwalk.

The catwalk was like a spider's web, twisting and turning like a labyrinth. He found his exit and made a run for it, being greeted by a hail of gunfire. The gigantic chemical vats below him glowed a sickly green and the pipes above him hissed and he ran away from the barking guards. The catwalk creaked under his heavy footsteps and the railings shook with the slightest hiss of air.

He was about to make it when there was a gunshot and searing burst of smoke. The man was startled, he fell to his side against a railing. The railing cried out in protest

CRACK.

The railing cracked under his weight. He fell down into a vat of chemicals, the acid eating away at his skin, eating at the ridiculous red hood over his head, burning through his clothes.

Meanwhile the glass container was breaking, cracks started forming on the surface and soon a bright red blob splashed out. And it was dying. It needed to live, it needed to feed.

It saw the man drowning in the acid and the chemicals and its mind was made.

...

"Leave something for her to recognise Carny, my boy," Joker said. "We need her daddy to recognise who those pretty little limbs belong to."

The girl tried kicking but her legs couldn't move. She tried fighting but she was losing too much blood.

Carnage opened his maw to feed. His host hadn't allowed him to eat in so very long and he was starving. He needed nourishment. Despite he's hosts objections he might have to indulge himself even more.

He could feel her blood joining with his. Delicious, it was so delicious. He licked her across the face, her sweat and fear, the adrenaline. So delicious.

"Barbara no!" he heard a voice say. A man. Carnage turned to see a boy dressed in red and yellow. Carnage grinned. He would have a feast.

He removed his tendril. Her blood splattered across the crates. The boy sprinted towards her and he followed, leaping across the room without a single effort, the boy stumbled back in surprise. Until he felt something being shot at him. Electricity coursed through him. Electricity that felt like nothing but a tingle but electricity nonetheless.

Carnage turned and saw a man dressed in black holding what looked like a gun with blue light coursing through the barrel.

He could sense that this man was calm. He had no fear. The boy was scared, not of him but for the girl's safety. The man on the other hand had no fear, his heartbeat was steady, his breathing was calm.

But Carnage could sense his anger.

"Robin, get her to the nearest hospital," the man in black said.

The boy in red and yellow nodded.

Carnage would not let his feast slip through his fingers like that. He leapt at the boy but felt a searing pain as explosions coursed through his back. Carnage had no time to react as something clawed at his back, pulling him away from the children and causing him to stumble.