June 22, 2027. Sewers, Gotham City. 11:22 PM.
Beneath the rain- and blood-soaked streets of New Gotham lies an entire world in its own right, populated by the forgotten, the rejected, the hated. Through these tunnels filled with the refuse of the city above runs a young boy. His grey hoodie and baggy, worn jeans have been soaked by the overflow in the sewers from the rain overhead. He wears no shoes and keeps the hood up, revealing only his scaled hands and feet.
Panting, he turns the corner and narrowly avoids the grasp of a man in a black suit, sliding beneath the man's outstretched arms. He slides into the canal, using his momentum to launch himself through the water until he hits the other side. Climbing up, he continues his run, his hood fallen down to reveal a young boy of no more than 17, scaled ridges on his face and a mop of brown hair. His eyes flash a reptilian green and his grimace is filled with fang-like teeth.
Running along the water, the suits continue to chase him, except now with weapons drawn. The kid flinches as bullets pepper the wall in front of him. It happens three more times before he realizes he's being herded.
Roaring, he spins around to face his attackers, rage filling his eyes. Slowly he begins to swell, from just under six feet, growing, growing, until his head brushes the the seven-and-a-half foot tunnel roof. His hair recedes into his scalp, only to be replaced by three rows of bony plates. His teeth elongate into full-fledged fangs, and his pupils slit. His hoodie has fallen to shreds through this transformation, leavin only a tight muscle shirt. The jeans are almost at the limit, and a long reptilian tail has burst from his lower back. His skin has become rougher with scales, and his hands and feet have grown massive claws.
The suits back up in fear at this turn of events, only to advance at an unheard command. All at once, they leap for him, grabbing onto his limbs and neck and tail, trying to bring him down. To no avail. Roaring, the kid turned monster roars and flails, tossing grown men like toys.
"YOU THINK YOU CAN STOP ME?!" he roars. "I'M KID KOMODO!"
Roaring again, he dives into the water, swimming rapidly away. As Kid Komodo escapes, one of the suits answers a cell phone. "No, sir. The subject escaped. ... I'm sorry, sir. ... Understood." Hanging up, he turns to follow Komodo's route. "Pack it up. Mission accomplished." As the suits begin to climb out, the leader grins. "The diversion was a success."
