I don't own Batman TAS characters.

A/N - This story was a bit tricky to write. You bastards never liked canon characters in the first place.

Wendell cuddled a toy alligator and smiled under a blanket. He was safe with his pretty. He closed his eyes and continued to smile.

A few minutes later, Wendell's father's loud voice caused him to open his eyes.

''WHY DID YOU BUY THAT EXPENSIVE TOY ALLIGATOR FOR WENDELL? YOU KNOW WE CAN'T AFFORD TOYS!''

''IT WAS WENDELL'S BIRTHDAY YESTERDAY!'' Mrs. Lewis shouted.

Wendell sat up before his body tensed. He remembered his father always griping about never having enough money for anything. He also remembered him always scowling for various reasons. New toys. His inability to find a job. That was when Wendell also remembered a place he went to in order to be far from Mr. Lewis.

A sewer was another home. A home far from his father. A safe place from bullies always pursuing him due to his appearance. Long hair. A thin body from not eating enough food. Ripped clothes.

Wendell also recalled coming across two sewer alligators recently. How he revealed empty hands near them. How his eyes widened after he saw them. The alligators approached Wendell at a snail's pace. They were pacified as the latter scratched their snouts. His new companions.

*I'll live in a sewer someday. I'll be with alligators. I'll be their king.* He smiled again and fell asleep.

After Wendell got out of bed and dressed during the next day, he went downstairs. He ran to the front door and opened it. After closing it, he walked to a sewer. Wendell struggled to lift the lid before he moved it to one side. He smiled. *I'm looking forward to being with my alligator friends.* He heard a voice.