Chapter One

The door to the warehouse creaked open silently.
"Sssh!"
Four figures entered the room, each wearing a large coat and fedora. All were
about the same height and weight except for the second man in. Standing almost seven
feet tall, the small light that was within the warehouse room shone off white scales
covering the man's entire head.
"Geez, a skylight," the first man said, walking into the middle of the room.
"Still afraid, Foreman?" the huge man asked.
"You would be too, if you were nabbed by hi-eeuggh!" the huge man grabbed
Foreman by the neck and pulled him into the sky.
"Listen, dumbass, I've tangled with him more times then you've pissed, got it?" he
hissed. Foreman nodded and the huge man threw him across the warehouse floor. "Get
to work!"
The other two men joined Foreman in looking through the various boxes and
crates surrounding the wall of the underused warehouse.
"Get moving!" Foreman whispered, pulling out various documents. One of the
men looked up at the skylight nervously.
"Did you hear flapping just then?" he asked. Foreman and the other man stared at
him. The huge man pulled out a huge magnum and aimed it at the man who had spoken.
"Barlon, speak again and you're dead," he breathed.
"C'mon, Croc!" Barlon whined in fright.
"What th-?" Foreman asked, whipping out a 9mm Browning and looking at the
skylight. The huge man sighed and pulled up his flashlight to the skylight.
"Oh, crap!" he yelled, raising the magnum. He emptied the magnum at the skylight
and shattered it. The only things that fell were glass and rain.
"Well?" Foreman asked, looking up at the skylight.
"Okay, okay!" Killer Croc snarled. "I saw something. Nothing came down,
though!"
"Yeah, yeah," Barlon said, walking around in the dark room. Foreman shuddered.
There was too many shadows.
"W-we're not alone," the fourth man, a former street urchin named Johnny 'Gimp
McGee' Geeson, said. Foreman and Killer Croc swivelled their heads. There was
definately someone in there with them. Someone within the shadows.
"He's in here. Somewhere," Killer Croc said, waving the gun around. Suddenly
Geeson cried out, stumbled, and fell.
"Gimp!" Barlon hissed, rushing to Geeson's side. Killer Croc walked over to
Geeson and looked at the man's neck. A tiny dart in the shape of a bat was stuck in the
man's neck.
"He is here!" Killer Croc growled, his eyes darting around the dark and shadowy
room. Foreman swore and whirled as Barlon began to scream. Loudly and girlishly as a
shadow began to move. Barlon whipped up his gun, a PP Walther, and fired three shots.
"How could he miss?" Foreman yelled. The shadow moved, knocking the PP
Walther away and slamming a fist into Barlon's stomach. "He was three feet away!"
Killer Croc's eyes saw the shadow's shape form in bat wings and bat ears. He
could never forget that shape. Foreman yelled as the shape turned, cape flowing about the
figure who faced Foreman and the huge figure of Killer Croc.
"The Bat!" Foreman yelled, firing the Browning. "It's the freaking Batman!"
"No sh-" Killer Croc yelled, the rest of his voice drowned out by the fire of his
own magnum. They both had emptied their guns when they realize they were shooting
into air.
"Where the hell is he?" Foreman cried, whipping his body left and right. When he
heard no answer, Foreman turned to Killer Croc, to find he was gone. "W-wha? Croc?
Don't do this to me, Croc! I-"
Something black flew out of the darkness and knocked the Browning out of
Foreman's hand. Foreman yelled and turned to see a shape looming out of the darkness.
The Batman glided across the warehouse floor, what little light showing his features,
glistening black body armour, shiny emblem and a cape and cowl so black they seemed to
melt into the darkness. Foreman shuddered and began to back away. He hit the wall
behind him and gave a little whimper.
"Your name," the Batman said.
"Huh?" Foreman asked, looking at him. His eyes darted around for a weapon to
slay the approaching man. He saw a fallen steel support beam, small enough to be used by
Foreman.
"I asked for your name," the Batman replied.
"Eff you!" Foreman yelled, dodging to the side and grabbing the support beam.
He hesitated for one moment to see what the Batman would do, but all his enemy did was
turn and look like he was about to sigh. Foreman slashed down at the Batman, who
moved and neatly dodged it. Another slash and the Batman moved again. Foreman yelled
in anger and thrust it at him. The Batman darted a black gloved hand and caught the
beam. He leapt up into the air and drove a boot into Foreman's solar plexus. Before
Foreman could squeak, a fist backhanded him to the ground. Batman grabbed Foreman's
shirt and lifted him two feet into the air.
"I will only ask once more," the Batman said. "Your name."
"Uh... Foreman," he whimpered. "Patrick Foreman."
"You were working for Killer Croc," the Batman stated. "What were you
searching for?"
"Uh..."
Foreman cried out as the Batman began lifting him higher. Foreman could hear
sirens in the distance.
"Documents!" he hissed. "Some documents owned by Dayfind Corporation!"
"Why?"
"I don't know! I don't know!"
Foreman felt himself hit the ground as he heard the doors opening.
"There! There they are!"
Police. Foreman looked around. The Batman was gone.
***
"So..." a sexy female voice broke out into the night. "The Croc is back again?"
Catwoman didn't even look behind her as leathery boots hit the rocky ceiling
behind her.
"And, I guess so are you,"
Catwoman looked behind her, but the Batman was gone. She turned back and
smiled, her sensuous, full lips breaking out into a full out laugh.