Croc.

Note: Okay, so this is my next one! :D This is Killer Croc, Ya' know Waylon Jones right? Well here it is, I hope you like! :D

People had been going missing in the sewers, Jester was not surprised to hear this. She had expected it to be honest.

Waylon lived down there, and when you add one mean guy with a short temper with a giant crocodile skin problem you get the nasty habit of eating people.

She'd heard the thugs talk and chat, each of them telling rogue stories to each other. For a normal thug, surviving a rogue and living to tell the tale was as good as surviving an encounter with the Bat himself.

Jester would often giggle at the stories, mainly because their description of some of the rogues was so… off.

Come on, Bane was not twelve foot tall, he was only… seven foot if memory served her correct.

But…. the stories about Killer Croc, those she could by. They were very accurate, but if you had of met a giant crocodile man in the middle of an ally or sewer and lived to tell the tale, you generally weren't gonna' forget something as detailed as…

"He was huge man! The size of ten men, he looked like godzila he really did man! His breath stank like it too. Everywhere you walked there were bones man! Human bones too, they weren't no animal bones, they were human!"

Jester sighed and left the small club house the thugs used. She had heard they had dug a huge hole in the middle of the industrial district, something about charging into Penguin's land by the underground way, only problem was… people went missing, meaning less and less people wanted to go down there.

But Jester and her big mouth had gone and said that she would go down there, even if there was Batman down there, she weren't scared of no giant crocodile man.

"Me and my big mouth," she muttered as she creeped in the sewers, torch in hand. "Me and my flipin' big mouth!"

She turned a corner and screamed a little when she saw a rat run across in front of her.

Jester huffed and glared at the rodent that made her jump.

"Stupid vermin!" she growled as she continued into the dark sewers.

"Why?" she muttered to herself. "Why do I have to open my big mouth and-" she stopped mid sentence and stared at the bright glowing green question mark in front of her.

"Eddie's been down here?" she muttered in surprise.

Well, if Eddie's been down here and he didn't get eaten, I'll be fine. I mean, who's more annoying then Eddie?

"Now there's a riddle if ever I heard one," Jester whispered to herself, a ghost of grin crossed her face as she walked towards the edge of the pipe.

She looked down when she reached the end of the pipe and jumped down, landing on the mental grating below her.

"I bet Waylon ain't down here and the boys were just trying to build up a rep."

"I don't know about building up a rep, but I've built up an appetite!"

Jester span around to watch with a look of pure horror as Croc climbed out of the water.

"Tick, tock here's the Croc!" he roared as he lunged for her.

"Holy saint Frances! Waylon it's me! " Jester shouted as she dodged him.

Croc stopped and stared down at the tiny clown. "Oh. Sorry baby 'J'. I didn't recognise your scent. You smell different."

"Probably because I've been hanging out with the boys. But have you ever considered looking with your eyes and not with you nose?" asked Jester as she picked up her flash light.

"Not much you can see when you're in water. "

"Fair point. But when you're out of the water, try to look with your eyes. You almost snapped me in half!" Jester grumbled.

"It would of made one heck of a rep if you survived that," Waylon pointed out, a smile on his face, well at least Jester thought he was smiling, it was kinda' hard to tell.

"Yeah, I don't need my rep heightened Waylon. It's high at the moment and getting snapped in half was not on my ta' do list, strangely enough," Jester shouted as she threw her hands into the air, to enlighten the point that she was not happy.

Waylon just shook his head at her. "Look kid, just scram. I have enough problems to deal with then you yapping at me like a terrier! Now leave, this ain't your land it's mine and it belongs to me but you don't belong in it!"

"Technically it's your water," Jester pointed out, only to receive a growl in response.

Jester stared at Waylon as he bared his teeth and narrowed his eyes till they turned into slits.

"Hokay…. I think I'me gonna' leave now, nice seeing Ya' Waylon," Jester said as she waved and walked off.

"Get lost Ya' little brat! This is my land! But it was nice to hear from you again Baby 'J', but stay out of the sewers!" Croc growled up in response.

"Oh believe me Waylon, I am in no mood to come back here anytime soon."

THE END.

Note: Okay, so I hope you liked that! Please leave a review! Next up... I'm gonna go with one of my own, it's going to be Sphinx and I think it's going to be an interesting one. :D