<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://culturecrossfire.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/forgottenimage1.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. 19, 2017, 17:05<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Killer Croc, unknown civilians<br/><strong>Content:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><em>Guess that leaves me with skill, </em>Batman thought to himself as Wonder Woman took off without a word. He'd had half a mind to take on King Shark himself after what he'd done to Robin, but even if the amazon hadn't chosen him, he had to agree with his instincts: fighting a creature that powerful would be asinine with so little information. Once this was all over, he'd have to have a talk with the boy.<br/><br/>Through the smoke, the smaller of the two red silhouettes towered over him. Thick limbs lashed out with quick strikes, but the first one missed by several inches. The second was much closer, but Batman hardly had to do more than step to the side to dodge it. Earlier, the movements had been sloppy—more like confused flailing than legitimate strikes. These jabs were far more focused. Directed, but still missing by far too much to be intentional. That could only mean—There!<br/><br/><em>THUD</em><br/><br/>The blow knocked Batman off his feet, but he rolled back onto them with no issue as Croc thundered by. He shook his arms out and stood back up. The backhand had been little more than a shove, but Croc's dagger-like claws surely would have shredded his arms—blocking or no—if it weren't for the armor protecting them. Once he was upright, he raced through the cloud, chasing after the raging beast until Croc braced his shoulder and crashed through the solid brick wall of an apartment building like it was made of papier-mâché. Masonry blocks fell in chunks, scattering across the ground as several screams ripped through the air and Croc vanished into the darkness beyond.<br/><br/>Batman slid to a halt a few feet from the gash in the brickwork. Confronting a hulking monstrosity like Killer Croc in the narrow confines of a tenement complex was tantamount to suicide. His own mobility would be severely limited, but Croc would be free to crash through the drywall as he pleased. There was sure to be an alternative entrance on the roof—one that would no-doubt prove more sensible than charging in right after him, but how many victims would Croc create as he maneuvered through the duct work to get the drop on him?<br/><br/>"Come out, come out. . ." Croc's voice was a low growl, rumbling from the dark.  "The Croc's hungry. . ."<br/><br/>Somewhere further in the building, a woman let loose a blood-curdling scream.<br/><br/>Batman's nostril's flared under his mask. He rolled his hand, popping his wrist, and then reaching into his utility belt. If Croc wanted to play, he'd play. but only by<em>his</em>rules. In one fluid motion, he tossed a pellet into the room, then fired the batclaw with his other hand. A blinding flash flooded the room as the hook of the batclaw found purchase and dragged Batman forward, swinging against the ceiling and to the far side of the room, where he took cover against the wall and manually switched his cowl's vision mode from thermal detection to night vision. Croc was cold-blooded, after all, at it was only a matter of time before he picked up his scent again. He'd need to be able to see him clearly before that happened.<br/><br/>The flash pellet was as loud as it was bright, but it was hardly made to last, and Croc's roar of frustration easily beat it out. Batman could see him on the far side of the room, clutching at his eyes and sniffing the air; he had a few seconds at best to scrape a plan together. There had to be an atrium in this building somewhere—or at least a large hall. Gotham City ordinance mandated ramps with at least enough room for two wheelchairs to comfortably pass each other.<br/><br/>Eight feet. That's what he had to work with if he didn't want any civilians to get caught in the fray.<br/><br/>He'd have to get him there, first.<br/><br/>A sharp gasp from next to him drew Batman's attention from Croc. It was a young girl—blonde, maybe twelve years old and just outside of arm's reach. She looked horrified as she pressed her back to the wall, eyes bulging as they darted between him and Croc. Like everything else through the lens of night-vision, her skin was an eerie green, but he didn't need to see her with his naked eye to know she was white as a sheet.<br/><br/>Slowly, he raised a finger and put it to his lips.<br/><br/>Behind him, Croc's angry sniffs still echoed around the room.