<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://img00.deviantart.net/79d1/i/2014/266/c/d/killer_croc_vs_batman_by_juan7fernandez-d806wxq.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Batman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276885.msg13605226#msg13605226)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gotham City — Burnley District — Unidentified tenement complex<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Oct. 18, 2017, 1700<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Killer Croc, unknown civilians<br/><strong>Content:</strong>(Warnings for gore or sensitive topics. Please don't post smut in this thread.)<br/><hr/><br/>The moment Croc's murderous black eyes had met his own, Batman had known what was coming. That didn't make any more of a difference than knowing that a tornado was on its way, though. Worse, Croc was eight hundred pounds of bulletproof muscle—a freight train with feet—and he was about to charge. Another stun pellet wouldn't have any better of an effect than the first. More smoke would be useless in the darkened apartment. Croc had far too much body mass for any form of anesthetic or stun gas. In short, there was really only one thing to do.<br/><br/>He leaped to the right, lashing his arm out at the last second to pull the girl into his roll just as Croc stampeded past. A split second later, there was an enormous crash as the sound of exploding brickwork followed them. The girl screamed. Croc roared. More bricks shattered against the floor.<br/><br/>There was no hiding now.<br/><br/>Batman got back onto his feet and shooed the young girl off as Croc turned around. She vanished around a corner, presumably to find her parents, but most definitely away from this particular apartment. He noted the wall the door she'd used was built into—undoubtedly, that would be the corridor. On the ground floor, it would likely lead to an atrium or lobby—and a much more open area to take on Croc. At the very least, the corridor would provide him with the eight foot width he'd calculated earlier. Getting Croc all the way down to the lobby would be a secondary objective. As far as getting into the corridor was concerned. . .<br/><br/>"Come on, Croc," Batman said lowly, slipping his hand into his utility belt once more. He pulled it out, gripping several batarangs and fanning them out like a hand of cards. "Give it your best shot."<br/><br/>Croc was more animal than human. It made him predictable, but Waylon Jones was still in there somewhere, and he wasn't stupid. If he'd only pulled out one batarang, it would have been too obvious. Throwing a couple at his brow, though—close enough to his eyes for his instincts to force him to block them, but not close enough to risk blinding him permanently—would distract him when he charged. That's when he'd deploy the sonic batarang he'd also pulled out, and dive out of the way, sending the disoriented mutant crashing through the wall and straight into the corridor where the terrain would be a bit more equalized.<br/><br/>After that, it would simply be a matter of herding him into the lobby.