#venom-reader

(I'm doing something different for my Batfam story on here and my AO3. The tumblr version is more focused on the Batfam & Reader's sides of things, while the AO3 version is going to be the whole story. AO3 story is going to be extremely long and from multiple different POVs.)

Warning: Bad Words, Blood, Sex trafficking, Vore, Violence, Death, Guns, and other implied bad things. You Have Been Warned!

Ch 1. Cop out

The rain pounds loudly against the dark streets as a man runs for his life down alleyways and sidewalks, panting for breath with the mantra of 'keeping running' and 'Please God do not let my legs give out! Why didn't I listen to Kevin about not skipping leg day!' echoing in his mind as the scene from a few minutes ago play behind his eyes.

*Few minutes ago, in a damp warehouse on the edge of Metropolis*

"Hurry the hell up you bastards! Boss wants these whores on the next boat out!" A tan man yells at a group of mixed colored men, 10 or so in total not counting the first male and two other males standing guard at the warehouse entrance, who were threatening a group of 20 or so, half naked, women with varies threats.

"It shouldn't fucken take five man to push 3 women into a fucken van!" The tan man barked in anger as he pushes into the group and grabs two women by the arms, tight enough to easily leave bruises, but is forced to let go when the two guards, one a huge black man and the other a thinner white man, break into the group and shove the tan man away.

"Damn it Collins! You can't leave behind marks!" The thinner white man snaps as the huge black man gently herds the women towards the back entrance, near where a black van waits.

"You two alright?" The huge black man whispers to the women, as his partner distracts the lead man and his group of thugs.

"Yeah, it's just gonna bruise a little. Thanks." One of the women whispers back, her share blue eyes scanning both men up and down, until she notices a slight hint of a wedding ring tattoo wrapping like a snake around the black man's left ring finger. "Shit..."

"Shh, just keep your head down and run like hell when I give the signal." A quick nod from all the women sent the man back to help out his partner.

But a drop of something black and slimy landing on the lead man's balding head started a very traumatizing chain reaction.

*Back to the present*

"Shitshitshitshit!! Why the fuck did I decide to be the fucken bait!!??" The running man screams into the night until his foot hit something, causing him to trip and hit the pavement HARD.

"Fuck! Ugh, that hurt like a bitch." He grumbles as he pushes himself up on his busted-up knees and brush the rocks and dust off of his hands, wincing at the sight of his palms bleeding before patting his pockets for a handkerchief or something to wrap his hands up.

"Damn, of course the day I forgot to bring some wraps is the day I get chased down by a man-eating globe of black slime." He sighs as he pushes himself up back onto his feet and with a deep breath, turns around to look at what he tripped over.

"A green rock? Come on Tommy, ain't no way that Luther guy would randomly leave Supes greatest weakness lying around." Tommy mumbles to himself as he bends down to pick up the green rock, only for his hidden police radio to spark to life.

"Kevin to Toms, come in Toms!" Kevin's voice scares the shit out of Tommy, who fumbles to take the little handheld police radio out of his inner pocket while his other hand grabs the green rock, that for the life of him couldn't remember the name of.

"Holy fuck Kev, don't do that!" Tom barks back as he stuffs the green rock into a pocket, while taking the radio out of the pocket and clicks the side button. "What if that thing was near by?... Over."

"Heh, nice to know that you're still alive and cursing me out." Kevin's voice grates on Tommy's nerves, but it does bring a small smile to his lips.

"Fine, you got me dumbass. Where are you even? Did you manage to get the ladies to safety?" Tom asks as he straightens out and begins to walk back the way he came, trying to see if he could find anything else outputting.

"Yeah, me and the ladies managed to get out of the carnage with minimum injuries. Crazy thing is that thing was only going after the thugs, even taking the time to scold a few. Well, not the ones that shot first." Kevin explains as Tommy continues walking, thinking of number of reports the two of them are gonna have to fill out to explain the nightmare of an undercover mission.

"Well, at least you and the ladies are safe. Though, I wouldn't of gone as far as shooting at the thing if I knew that it just wanted the thugs' heads for a quick snack. Man, what if that thing decided to go after me next?" Tommy chuckles to himself, knowing all to well what his corpse would look like if that thing decide to make him a meal too.

"Nah man, you're too skinny and ain't much up there." Kevin and Tommy shares a laugh, before Tommy hears a third joining in.

"Found you..." A multitude of voices laughs together from right above Tommy's head.

"Kev, I think I found where the thing went..." Tommy says as he turns his head skyward, only to come face to face with the Man-Eating Demon that's been on the news for the past few months, white eyes, dark purple and black slimy 'skin', blood-stained teeth and all.

"Tom? Tommy? Where the fuck are you!?!" Kevin's concern voice rings in Tommy's ears as the Demon crawls down off the the alley walls and lands softly in front of him.

"Uh, Kev.. If I die, just make sure that my mama doesn't see my corpse." Tommy mumbles into his radio, before turning it off and facing the monstrosity before him.

Only for it to tilt it's head to the right, as if listening to something. It raises a claw hand and softly pats Tommy's head like he was a tiny kitten instead of an armed, fully trained, police officer.

"Mama?" The Demon asks as it's form begins to melt into itself until it looks like a human child, maybe around 8 to 10 years old, but still covered in the same dark purple/black slime and have the terrifying white eyes.

"Uh, yeah. Mama, like my mom. The woman that gave birth to me and raised me by herself for 30 years?" Tommy was starting to get very confused and the adrenaline was starting to ware off.

The Demon.. child? continue to stare with its head tilt right, until the sounds of police sirens cuts through the silence like a knife, and in a flurry of black and dark purple, Tommy screams in silent horror as he's drag into the mass and carry off somewhere else.

"Woah! Wait! I'm not a bad guy! I'm a cop!" He says as he struggles to not lose his supper as his body is moves up and down in the mass until he is resting on the ground floor of some building.

The Demon stares down at him as he tries to to fight off the nausea, tilting its head from side to side until a white chocolate candy piece falls onto the ground next to his head.

"No, coco bad for upset tummies.." It mumbles as different types of chocolate and candy falls into little piles on the dirty ground, all wrapped up tight in protective foils.

Tommy slowly rolls onto his hands and knees, and then carefully sits himself on the dirty concrete ground. "Ugh, hold on. Let me settle down."

Tommy blinks away the spots swirling in his eyes and takes a look at the small piles of candies surrounding him, the sight reminding him of Kevin's little girl that thinks candy fixes everything, and chuckles.

"I'm not much into sweets, sorry."

A huff answers him as he turns around to get a better look at his would-be kidnapper, only to see nothing but the piles of candy and the dirty warehouse walls.

"Well, that's rude." He huffs as he moved from his sitting position to a standing position, after collecting as much as he could in his pockets, and soon he notices that people were calling his name.

"In here!" He snaps as he limps towards the open entrance, running into the arms of his partner, Kevin, who pulls him into a tight hug.

*Small time skip*

The return trip up to the Police station is the longest car ride ever in both Kevin and Tommy's lives.

Explaining the situation to the chief over the phone was worse.

But, as both Tommy and Kevin go back over the news about the Man-Eating Demon, including the recent events that they were apart of, Tommy could only think about how wrong the reporters were as he takes out a piece of chocolate and eats it.

"I though you hated sweets Tom." Kevin frowns as he notices the chocolate that Tom ate.

"Well what can I say," Tom said around his bites of chocolate, "a little child gave some to me to make feel better. I ain't wasting it."

Kevin and Tommy share a look before chuckling and going back over a case file.

"Mysterious rescues of children and adults from drug and sex trafficking rings. Traffickers found dead with heads missing. Huh, sounds like the Man-Eating Demon is moving on."

"Yeah? To where?"