Batman and Spider-man

Chapter 6

Sirens blared in the distance. Street lamps were twisted like and gnarled, sparks dancing from their remains. Buildings collapsed into themselves, raining rubble down on the street. Cars were upturned and lopsided over the jagged road. Glass covered the sidewalk like snow. In the centre of the road was the Batmobile, or what remained of it. The armour plates were now nothing but scraps, smoke trailed from its engine and all the Batmobile was now was a just a hunk of useless metal.

Batman and Spider-Man were on top of the roof of one of the buildings that managed to survive the devastation.

Spider-Man put the pointy eared douche down and let out a sigh of relief.

"So glad I managed to get to you in time," Spider-Man said. "You may be an asshole but I'd prefer if Gotham's favourite vigilante wasn't a ball of flesh on the street."

"You let him get away," Batman said coolly.

"Hello," Spider-Man said. "I saved your life."

"And caused the destruction of Gotham infrastructure and the loss of many lives."

"And how the hell is it my fault instead of I don't know, the psychopathic midget."

Batman opened his palm revealing a circular device, no smaller than a coin with red and blue wires running through it.

"This is a Disruptor," Batman said. "The weapon Penguin was carrying was a Vibranium sound cannon. The disruptor would short circuit the weapon, causing it not function."

Batman placed the Disruptor in his belt. "Or it would have if it wasn't for your intervention."

Peter's legs suddenly felt weak. His heart felt heavy. He looked over the edge of the building and a chill spread across his body. At the bottom he saw crowds of people leaving what remained of their homes, vacant expressions on their faces. Some blood running down their ears, their noses. People were crying, screaming. He heard somebody scream "I can't hear, I can't hear." It was overwhelming.

"I..." Peter said, his voice shaking. His body numb. "I..."

"None of this would have happened if you hadn't interrupted me," Batman said.

He didn't know what came over him but Peter Parker let out a scream. Emotions boiled within him, guilt, sadness, despair. And anger, anger at the man dressed as a bat, anger at himself, anger at everything. He didn't know why but Peter charged at the Batman, putting all his strength into his punch. He didn't care what happened to him, he just couldn't handle all the emotions that were swirling around his chest.

The Batman side-stepped, causing Peter to come to an abrupt stop as he grabbed his arm.

"All this power, all this control."

Peter tried punching him with his other hand but Batman kicked him across the leg, tripping him over.

"But you don't know how to hone it," Batman said. "You don't have discipline."

Peter placed his hands down, launching himself like a springboard but all Batman did was step back and all Peter hit was air.

"You rush into things," Batman said as Peter launched a web at Batman's chest and tried to carry him over before realising that it was already sliced into half, noticing a Batarang stuck in the ground. "Like a child. Rushing into a world, into a city you know nothing about."

Peter charged toward him, attacking Batman with two wide sweeps that Batman dodged with ease. Ducking underneath him, Batman punched him straight in the chest knocking the air out of his body.

"And that's what you are," Batman said. "A naïve, idiotic child. Picking fights with the Mafia, with criminals like the Penguin."

"Batman stop," Batgirl cried, Robin resting on his shoulder. "Leave him alone."