<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Monsters Rampage in Gotham!</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong>19th October 2017 - 5:00 PM </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Batman, Zatan and Wonder Woman</div><div align="center"><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Aspects of a terror attack</div><br/><div align="center">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/villains/images/c/c9/KingShark.png/revision/latest?cb=20160225021855)(https://cdn.flickeringmyth.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/Gorilla-Grodd.jpg)(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CS-_IU5WcAA0mAR.jpg)</div><br/>Croc growled from the floor when the Bat called him Waylon. He didn't like that name much. Reminded him of who he should've got to be. There was a moment in which he flexed, almost effortlessly pointing out that he could still make this a fight and get people hurt if he was really pushed enough. Sure he'd get hurt getting up, but he was strong enough to manage it. But instead he opted to just goad Batman. He'd heard of this team, and he knew they played by a lot more rules than the Dark Knight used to.<br/><br/>"Don't look like a team to me, bat. Just hungry. Your Robin was almost my dinner."<br/><br/>He leered as best he could from the ground, running his course tongue over his jagged teeth. Sometimes the horror of what Croc had, and did, do to people could be forgotten or not truly realised. He liked to remind Batman that if he ever failed Croc would devour him. He never thought it'd really scare the fearless vigilante, but perhaps just unnerve him. His voice did a little of that on it's own, sounding like something inhuman and unnatural trying to form human words. His vocal cords and throat weren't built for ordinary talking and he sounded struggled, pained when he did so. It lead to a very guttural sound with a lot of coughing and growling.<br/><br/>Back outside King Shark seemed relieved at the appearance of water. He stood dead still in it, fixating his soulless black eyes on Zatan. He let his mouth hang open a little, just showing the rows upon rows of serrated shark teeth. He couldn't speak now, anyway, and there was little he could do to diminish his monstrous appearance. So instead he just remained emotionless and almost alien, now something of a surreal site.<br/><br/>Grodd himself was growing distinctly agitated at the ice, and as Zatan spoke to him he flexed a little starting to cause it to crack. Instead of talking he once again broadcast his thoughts telepathically.<br/><br/>"Remove the ice. It pains me and I will say nothing further until it is gone."<br/><br/>A simple sentence, but one that telepathically was delivered with an eloquent and upper class voice. It was surreal with the hulking mass of muscle standing still and not moving it's mouth, when Grodd's own voice would be far more animal. But he rarely spoke out loud unless it was in anger. After he was done talking he just stared Zatan down with Shark, seeming intent on sticking to his words.<br/><br/>Back indoors Croc was just done having a little fun taunting Batman when Wonder Woman arrived to escort him. He didn't bother to fight back or bother her, letting her tie his arms before getting to his feet calmly for such a savage being. He kept a sickening grin on his face as he looked down at the pair. While he was beaten he was still several feet taller and several times the weight of both of the others combined, and indoors he dwarfed them. Although by far the most disturbing thing was the blood across his scales, claws and particularly around his maw. He made a show of licking his lips. By now many knew he had a tendency to taunt heroes or law enforcement, goading them on, although nobody was quite sure why.<br/>