Caught
Croc slowly slid himself from the sewers, meat in one hand and his shotgun hefted in the other. But the only difference was that he had decided to visit his hideout during the day, and the meat smelled from all the hours in the sewers. Darkness was apparent, and it was nearly midnight. He strode forward, confident nothing had changed.
And just as quickly he slunk into the shadows as he thought, no, knew, something was wrong. The giveaway was that the car was gone. It was no longer in the warehouse.
Second, he heard voices coming from upstairs and from the front of the warehouse.
As he peered at the front entrance, he saw flashing lights. Cops.
He hugged the shadows of the warehouse before rushing up the stairwell, taking it three steps at a time, dropping the meat as he went and loading the shotgun.
The criminal kicked down the door with years of practice, and fired a shell into the room. Nobody was there.
Rushing through the garden, Croc noticed the jagged hole on one glass panel and jumped out.
He turned just in time to see the shadow of a certain bat fly above him and jump onto a nearby rooftop.
Immediately he dived for the shadows, barely making it in time to silence his fall and from the gaze of the Batman.
He saw the caped crusader looming on top of a gargoyle set along the roof of the building, and he watched in horror as he spied the cable hanging from the gargoyles jaws.
The dark knight had captured Ivy.
In rage, he raised his shotgun and fired at the shadowy hero.
The click of the trigger was just enough to allow Batman to avoid the shot by jumping, and then throwing a Batarang at Croc, knocking his shotgun out of commission by slamming into a piece of metal that allowed the pump to slide, halting the pump and making the weapon temporarily unable to reload.
Knowing he id not have the time to pull the object off, Croc dropped his shotgun and charged at his enemy, teeth bared and claws turned into fists for the fight to come.
Punches and kicks were exchanged, with Croc's strength equaling the Batman's agility.
They fought along the length of the roof-line, the advantage swung back and forth between the two.
Batman pressed the advantage, trying to take out the crocodilian criminal with a few well-placed blows, while Killer Croc soon was on the defensive, using his tail as a barrier between him and the Batman, though even then he had to deflect a few blows.
Searchlights lit up from below, and illuminated the pair, and shouts were heard from below.
"Open fire!" a police officer yelled, but Commissioner Gordon contradicted him.
"Hold your fire, you might hit the Batman!"
The Commissioner rushed into the warehouse, drawing his revolver, only to look in surprise as Detective Yin was already rushing up the stairs, police-issued pistol in hand, running up the stairs two at a time.
"I'm seriously too old for this." Gordon exclaimed, sighing. "I seriously wish I could pull back the clock three or four decades."
Gordon then took the stairs, but only at a step at a time.
Batman, meanwhile, was beginning to tire out. Even his years of physical, mental and spiritual training was beginning to fray as his normally-long endurance was cut down due to his fight with Poison Ivy earlier.
Croc, however, still had plenty of fight left. He had plenty of energy due to his crocodilian body, which gave him great endurance, as long as he didn't push himself too much.
He knew that he couldn't kill the Batman, that much he knew. If he did, the fun of an opponent worthy of him would be gone. Besides, who else would keep Joker and the other crazies in line?
He suddenly found an opening, and gave Batman a strong right hook, sending him reeling from the blow.
Seeing it better to make his escape, he ran, deciding it would be faster to move on all fours over his two feet.
At a loping pace, he passed his shotgun, grabbing it and pulling the Batarang out of it with his teeth.
Unfortunately he looked into the chamber and found out it was empty. Looking over his shoulder as he ran, he noticed a half-dozen twelve gauge shells rolling around the flat rooftop.
He silently cursed as he slung his weapon across his back and was prepared to jump over the rooftop when he heard from behind "Stop!"
He turned his head around to see a police officer pointing a pistol at him from the jagged hole in the greenhouse. She appeared asian, with black hair tied in a ponytail, and she seemed to be a good shot by the looks of her shooting stance. Even at fifty yards, he knew she had a fairly good chance of hitting him with a few rounds.
He turned to face the female, noticing at the edge of his vision that Batman had recovered from his blow and was racing towards him. He had to think of something, fast.
So he did what most others would not expect. He took on the problem, head on.
He charged at the officer, and watched as her surprise showed in her shooting, which resulted in misses, but close enough that he could feel the air being displaced by the bullets as they whizzed by him.
But just as it looked like he was going to attack the officer, he jumped.
His momentum carried him over the cop, with the only damage being a glancing blow from his tail hitting her face, and as he rolled to absorb the resulting landing and continued running, he saw that the officer had dropped her weapon and had somehow grabbed onto her tail.
Which effectively ruined his plan, partly by accident, partly by design. He jumped from the other edge of the rooftops, flying over the police cars three stories below.
But instead of reaching the other rooftop about 25 feet away with ease, the extra weight, caused him to slam into the emergency stairwell attached to the outside of the opposing building, a derelict apartment building. And slamming into the metal stair bars on the second story.
The landing made him lose his breath for a moment, but that was enough time for his unwanted passenger that followed him to cuff his hands and jam his face into the metal stair steps.
"You are under arrest, Croc, by order of the Gotham City PD." Yin told him, jamming her pistol on top of his head. "You have the right to remain silent, and anything you say can and will be exploited in a court of law."
"Yeah, well I don't really have much to say, but thanks for the offer." Croc sarcastically replied.
Then he swallowed his pride for once. "But can I ask you a favor?'
"What?" Yin sighed in exasperation, her moment of triumph fading away.
"Don't tell anyone at the asylum, or else I'll never live down that I got taken down by a woman."
GCPD Detective Ellen Yin was confused for a moment, before bursting out into laughter, catching the attention of the police officers below, and causing a SWAT team to ascend the emergency stairwell to take Killer Croc away.
Commissioner Gordon was staring in amazement at the scene from the roof of the other building, unaware that the Batman was smiling under his cowl before slipping away into the darkness, and snow slowly began to fall as the night reached a cold temperature.
Sorry for taking so long, but I've decided to change the plotline and make a new pairing.