Hunting [Killer Croc]

[The Joker]

The Joker was singing and whistling while working on a green-acid-thing. He was excited, his forehead turned and his tongue out in a focused manner. He was wearing one of those flashlights around the head and he was pouring something in some chemical containers. After a while he stopped and looked at the liquid boiling until it changed color. Near him there were some syringes, he took the container and put the liquid into them.

The syringes came from the old goodie time, big and made of iron. He used them because it was funnier than the normal ones. The look of terror in the test subjects' gazes when they saw the neddle...these types of syringes were always terrifying.

All was settled, now was test time. The clown always enjoyed testing. Unfortunately, he couldn't kidnap an innocent because he didn't want to rise any suspicions so he had to test on animals. The fact that he had to test on animals was turning his mood off becuase it wasn't the same thing that testing on human-animals so he was trying to find a way to turn his mood on, do his thing while having fun so he decided to go hunting. Just for the show, he wore a safari costume, stolen from a hunter of course, and put sunglasses on "Let's go hunting!" he said to his henchmen with a big smile.

They left the Amusement Mile using the sewer,  it was always a maze, but the clown knew the sewers, experience speaking. It wasn't the first time for the Joker, he was used to find many ways to avoid Batman's attention, not that the clown didn't want his attention, but sometimes it was just un-wanted. The clown had work to do before meeting Batsy. Joker had in mind a new and improved show, a new formula! But before showing this to his Bat, he had to test this formula.

It was crazy to think, well not for the clown, but the sewers were a very party-time place, you couldn't know what you could find. There was always something or someone in here. Last time he found a group of guys while they were leaving a body...at the end there were four bodies...with a smile on...ah, funny-times...!

"...how is this possible...?" a henchman said "Dunno..." replied another. The clown was laying against a wall, a toothpick between his red lips just for the acting, Bob was in front of him "They are right, Bobby..." the clown said watching his hanchmen talking "...the game is lacking" he observed the situation "It's not funny" Joker looked Bob who nodded, the clown kept staring at him so Bobby understood that he had to say something "Ehm...what we do now, boss?" the clown giggled a little for Bob's attempt "We need the gamy-game, Bobby, so let's keep going!" the clown smiled and his first hanchman called the others.

They kept going and Joker's frustration was increasing. Nothing...really?! There were little animals here and there, but the clown needed the bigs and apparently the lost ones.

"Hey....! What is it...?!" Bob pointed to the ground, everyone looked at it "Bones...?" the hanchmen made a chorus, the Joker showed every teeth in his mouth "Action!" he announced like a director so they started following the bony trails. It led some place noisy...someone had been hunting here too "Goddie, goodie" the clown whispered, the frustration replaced with excitement.

The noise came from some running animals. The safari hunter Joker observed them. They were running away from an unknown danger, maybe they knew that this place was used for killing them "Hope you have your sleeping bag guys..." the clown started playing with the toothpick "...we'll wait for our hunty prey" quickly they hid and start waiting.

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Voices.

They banged and ricocheted off of the concrete tunnels, echoing on and on until they were all that you could hear down there in the dank, dark waterways. Yellow eyes peeled back, groggy at first but it took mere seconds for them to dilate.


Someone had gone too far into the sewers. Too far into HIS territory.


Croc let his heavy head loll to the side, wide maw smacking as his brain slowly pulled itself from sleep. He’d been having a good dream too, though if you asked him he probably couldn’t tell you what it was. While he lazily scratched himself, his baser instincts were in overdrive; scenting the air and plucking from the mire of stagnation and rot smells that were far more interesting.

Croc pushed himself to his feet; tilting his nose up into the air and turning from one tunnel to another and then the next, trying to pinpoint where that smell was coming from, and what the heck it even was. Down one of the northern tunnels, the smell of aftershave and--what? What was that? Whipped cream? Confused, Croc palmed the underside of his long snout and rubbed it in thought.

It meant people. People meant supplies, new pants; maybe a shirt. His own clothes were ragged and sometimes people carried food.

Eyes narrowing, Croc walked across the cement walkway until it dropped off into the silty, murky water. This was run off, dirty but not putrid; he sank to the bottom of the 10 foot deep sewer way and let his palms press into the mud covered bottom before kicking off and gliding through the water with a dangerous grace.

Ears straining, he listened and followed the northern tunnel to where he detected noise and smell.

[The Joker]

The toothpick was all chewed and the henchmen bored. Clown's henchmen bored, not funny. Suddenly, the Joker rose a brow and turned the head, he was hearing something, like splashy noises. A smile showed up.

"Bobby...!" his boss' whisper woke him up "Shh...don't make any noise...come with me" Joker led the way to a hidden corner, it wasn't really hidden, but it was located opposed to the noises, so the person...or thing...couldn't see them right away and however there were baits between them: the henchmen.

Joker didn't call them for a reason, he wanted to use them. They were half asleep in the middle of the open zone, the thing was walking towards them. So the clown wanted to wait and see what this thing was and capture it...or kill it...depended on what was funnier.

Bob saw Joker took something from his pocket, he wanted to talk, ask what was happening, but he knew that if his boss said to be quiet then he had to be quiet.

The clown took his revolver, however that was his "hunter revolver", the bullets weren't lethal, but just anaesthetic bullets. So his plan was this: use the henchmen as baits and when the thing shows up then use the revolver for capturing it. The Joker wasn't sad for his henchmen, they were like handkerchiefs, and if they didn't read the little clauses of death then it was their fault.

Bob took his revolver too, he didn't know why, but if his boss took his gun then was better do the same, right? However he was behind his boss so his view was a little blocked. The Joker was smiling, it meant something was coming soon.