Remember that time? (Batman)

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A nightmare lurked just beneath the water, wide set nostrils billowing out large bubbles of air as the reptillian, seemingly humanoid, monster tried to relax, allowing his massive body to slowly sink into the calming depths of the cool water, his hands moving back and forth in smooth, slow motion to keep the monstrous creature from slipping to far beneath the surface. Firelight flickered in hellish eyes that searched the dark depths of the water, burning with boredom. Slowly, the burning ball of fiery gas that was the sun slipped beneath the ragged horizon, pulling with it the last light of day. It was nearly time. Time for payback.

Nearbye was a warehouse, dark, likely deserted. A few months ago, it was going to be his new safe house, until that damned pesk showed up and sent his mind whirling into oblivion with a swing of one hell of a hook. The iron hook had shattered Croc's shoulder, weakening him to a great extent. Luckily, Two-Face had shown up, giving Croc time to escape. Despite this, the damned FBI had managed to track him down, and, hindered by his horrid injury, Croc wasn't able to put up much of a fight.

Now Croc would have his revenge. He would crush the pesky winged rat that had ruined his plans and feed on the fool's entrails for dinner. Croc slowly surfaced to take in a deep breath of fishy air, a cool breeze caressing his face as the last light of day slipped beneath the horizon in pursuit of the sun. He slowly made his way to the docks, moving slowly, yet smoothly through the water to avoid making any noise as his sharp gaze scanned the shore. The docks were deserted.

Frowning, Croc hauled himself up on the wood and sighed, letting foul scented water roll off his shoulders and slide down his thick, rough skin, dripping over his eyes. He raised a hand to swipe away the drops before moving onward, his feet making muffled thumps on the wood that slightly faded as the humanoid creature reached the concrete and slipped into the shadows of a nearbye shack of a building, moving behind it to begin his treck toward the nearby warehouse, each moment spent planning on how he would beat the famous Batman.

To bad Croc wasn't all that good at planning. By the time he reached the warehous Croc had forgotten the most important thing. How he would get Batman's attention. Cursing himself, Croc slipped into the warehouse and moved to the side to ponder the question that tugged at his mind. Perhaps the Bat was free enough to night to simply come looking for him? No, Batman didn't work that way. Atleast Croc didn't think he would. Perhaps someone had escaped his sharp senses and had run off to call the police, and perhaps Batman would intercept that call somehow. Who knew? Croc wasn't a tech mind. He supposed he would just have to put off his plan until tomorrow light. To bad.

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The nightmare lurked around, leaving a path of death and chewed bones behind him. He so desperately tried to find a way to get Batmans attention, but little did he know that Batman was on his trail the whole time.

Ever since he had broken out, he was living on the corpses of people out on the water, or in close to the shore. Police suspected an alligator maybe was loose, but Batman knew better. He knew it was the deformed, mutated man eater out at work again.

The shadows of the building cloaked him in darkness as he watched with curiosity as to where he was headed. The cold blooded creature surfaced. He didn't see why, his advantage was definitely in the water.

All the trails, the clues, they lead him to this point, and Batman knew he would show himself around that particular area.

A small boom of moonlight cut through onto the pier, making a small bit of light for only one part of the ground. Batman watched as Croc passed through it, and entered a nearby warehouse. The Batman followed close by without being noticed.

He wouldn't go in directly behind him. Croc would be a killer in a head on fight, and being eaten alive was the worst death Batman could think of succumbing to. Instead he would recon the area.

Batman used his grappling gun to scale the walls and look through different mirrors. the interior of the building was dark, he would be able to use his goggles to detect heat signatures, croc being cold blooded. Looks like his options just ran out.

Batman dropped back to his feet and crept over to the door he watched Croc enter. From inside his utility belt, he took out 4 miniature flares, and gripped them in his hand. He slowly opened the door and slipped in through the smallest amount of space needed. He tip toed around, moving towards the center of the room. With the flares gripped in his hands, he slammed them against the ground, and through them all around the room, lighting it up like the 4th of July.

And there it was, slumped in a corner across the room. Killer Croc.

"Time to wake up, your going back to Arkham."

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Those feral eyes shot open at the wisp of a sound, even Batman had to breath, and the carefully monitored breath was just enough for Croc to tell that someone was sneaking around, stalking him, like a predator. What what the anonymous assailant forgot was that it was Killer Croc that was Gotham's most vicious predator. He quickly detected the slight scent that seeped into the warehouse, quickly recognizing the smell as Batman, as well as someone else, though Croc couldn't place a name or face. His mind quickly calculating an ambush, though it was sloppy and doomed to fail.

He waited for Batman to approach, faking sleep as his eyes shut tightly. As soon as Batman spoke, the humanoid monster in the corner shifted into a blur, rushing Batman, large fist closing around the smaller man's body tightly as Croc drug the vigilante towards him while he steadied himself. The movement had been so swift and forced that Croc had not the time to check his balance. Once he had it, he raised his fist close to his face to set his feral gaze upon his worst enemy. "I finally have you." He wanted to savior this moment. He wouldn't eat Batman just yet. First, he, as the dominant male, had to show this smaller human just who was boss.

His grip tightened some more, and Croc thought he coukd hear the sound of cracking ribs, though he couldn't be sure. He was much to caught up in his victory to care much. "You are nothing!" His arm rose as he pulled back and flung Batman crashing into a pile of crates on the other side of the warehouse. "I'll crush you! Then Gotham!" Croc charged, apparently wanting to trample right over Batman. Yes, making him suffer before death woukd be nice.

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Of course Croc knew he was behind him. Batman didn't underestimate his senses. The man could smell a soccer team of kids from 15 miles away, let alone him a few feet away. As he spoke, Batman anticipated Crocs rush. However, what he didn't anticipate was his speed. He had gotten faster in recent months. Croc had him gripped with both hands. His air escaped his lungs, and the pressure became intense, but he didn't feel his bones snap. In the midst of Croc savoring his moment, he hadn't even felt the cryo grenade batman had stuck onto his arm. He knew that because of his intense case of harlequinicthyosis, he wouldnt feel it puncture through all the dead skin that resembled scales.

Of course Croc let the grip go. For some reason, neither him nor Bane were smart enough to just crush him when they had the chance. Instead the overgrown mutant just threw his body against some crates. Yeah it hurt his back, but not as much as Bane's knee.

Batman picked himself up and regained his composure. He looked across the room as he watched Croc prepare to charge. Batman would not go down a loser.

They started to rush each other. Croc was faster, but Batman was smarter. Before the two met, and right as Croc extended his arms out, Batman hit the deck, and slid underneath his legs. What crock didn't see, was Batman put his explosive foam on his knuckles. Batman through his arm back, and punched crock in the side of the leg, detonating the explosive as he made contact. Batman had aimed for the tendon on the leg that aids balance and movement. He would be surprised if Croc were still standing.