Batman and Spider-man

FINALE

The mercenaries threw her down. The clown sauntered towards, a lot of exaggeration in his movements and kneeled down.

"Oh, this one will do nicely," the Joker said, kneeling down and touching her chin. She winced as he grabbed her, the smell of his breath causing her to gag. "Klaue, haul your one-handed ass over here."

Klaue came rushing in, holding a camera in his hand.

"State your name and occupation for the camera please," Joker said.

"Please let me go," she whimpered. "Please I have a family.

"Name and occupation, please."

"Claire," she said, her voice shaking. "Clair Sinclair. I work as a scientist for Project S."

"Now, Clair please tell the folks at home what you did under project S?"

"P-Please."

"Tell them what you do," Joker said, his voice suddenly serious.

"I was in charge of h-h..." Claire could barely finish her sentence before she started breaking down and crying.

"Oh, come on Claire," Joker said. "Don't be such a diva. This isn't reality TV."

"H-h..." Claire fell on her knees. "Oh, mum, dad I'm so sorry."

"H-H what?" Joker asked. "Are you shivering? It isn't cold in here, is it?"

Joker turned to Klaue. "Did you turn the AC down?"

Klaue shook his head.

"C'mon Claire," Joker said. "What were you in charge of?"

"Human experimentation," Claire said, stifling out sobs. "I'm sorry," she said to one in particular. "I didn't have enough money and Nana needed treatment and..."

"What did I say about being a diva, Clair?" Joker said. "The folks out there won't by it. They can tell you're overacting. This isn't an Indian Drama."

"Steve, bring in the symbiote," Joker called.

Steve came in with a cart, inside the cart a pink parasite ebbed and flowed, desperately trying to break free of the container.

"Pink, just for you," Joker said. "Your friend, Stan told me you liked the colour pink."

Joker clapped his hands. "There he is right now."

Joker pointed to the corner of the human experiments room, at bodies with their eyes melted out and mouths wide open. Their bodies or what remained of them, grey husks and a black liquid staining their white lab coats.

Claire put a hand over her mouth. "Oh god, Stan."

Claire was on her knees, tears dripping from her eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Let's leave her and strawberry here," Joker said. "C'mon boys let's get out of here."

The metal door hissed as their footsteps receded. As they left realisation dawned on Claire. She scrambled towards the door.

"No," Claire cried, screaming. "Please let me out of here."

Joker turned to Klaue. "C'mon Klaue you gotta capture this. The fear, the desperation and despair. She's really giving it her all."

The symbiote broke out of the container. Claire had her back to the door as it crawled towards her, sizing her up like a snake about to strike.

"Please let me go," Claire whimpered. "Please, please."

The symbiote struck, Claire jumped out of the way. She sprinted towards the glass screen, knocking her hands against it. "Please. Please."

The Joker felt a familiar buzzing in his head.