Later, at the house, Detective Bullock sits down with Barbra Gordon in the kitchen. She is obviously very shaken and disturbed by the events. Bullock hands her a cup of coffee. "I know this is a very upsetting time for you, Mrs. Gordon," Bullock begins, "But what can you tell me about your husband's disappearance? Did you see the perp?"

"No," she begins quietly, "No, but I'm sure it was the Riddler. Or maybe his men... or... whoever, but the Riddler was responsible."

"Why's that?"

"I... I just know."

"Mrs. Gordon, your family has had trouble in the past with the Batman. Do you think..."

"No. No, it wasn't him."

"Are you sure?"

Mrs. Gordon looks up and freezes for a moment. Bullock notices this and turns in the same direction. Batman stands in the back doorway silently. Bullock leaps out of his seat and draws his gun, pointing it at Batman, "Get on the ground and put your hands above your head!"

"Wait," Mrs. Gordon pleads.

"GET ON THE GROUND NOW!"

"Listen to me, Detective," Batman states quietly.

"THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING, I WILL SHOOT!"

"Just listen to him!"

"Mrs. Gordon, I need you to call the station for backup!"

"I won't."

Bullock glances at Barbra for a moment, "What?"

"There's a lot that you don't know."

"Apparently," he glances at her again.

Batman quickly lunges forward, grabbing Bullock's gun. Bullock tries to raise the gun and pulls the trigger, only to hear an empty click. He looks at his gun and sees that it has been partially dismantled. Batman rests the chamber on the kitchen table, "We don't have time for this. Where's Jim?". Barbra walks toward Batman, "They... they took him." She wraps her arms around Batman who becomes visibly upset. He carefully rests a single gloved hand on Barbra's shoulder: a gesture that he is no longer used to. She reaches into her purse and pulls out a Riddler card, "I found this on our car when we got away. I think it's for you." Bullock watches this with disbelief. Batman opens the card, which simply states: "Go to Hell". He nods silently and leaves the house. Bullock and Barbra remain inside, staring at one another. "Wanna tell me what that was all about?," Bullock asks.

Hell is a rundown building in the Narrows of Gotham. The word "Hell" is spray-painted above the front door, which is guarded by a single bouncer. Painted flames run up the sides of the building. Inside, there are many rows of bleachers and dim lighting. In the middle of these stands is a large, metal cage with chicken-wire wrapped around it. A man in a tank-top is fighting a larger man who is without a shirt. He is bald with scale tattoos running across his scalp, down his back and over his arms, giving him an almost reptilian appearance. This is Killer Croc. Killer Croc slams his opponent against the steel bars and throws him into the center of the ring where he grapples with him. The crowd begins to cheer as a bell is rung. "We got a winner, people," the Ring Announcer sits in a booth at the back of the small, makeshift arena, "Waylon Jones, the Killer Croc!" The crowd cheers as Killer Croc rises to his feet and raises his arms. He walks along the outer part of the ring, raising his fists triumphantly. Suddenly, the cheers stop and the entire arena falls silent. Killer Croc stares at them curiously and follows their gaze towards the door. In the doorway is Batman's silhouette.

"We got a special guest, people," the Ring Announcer says over the PA, "I was told earlier tonight that the Batman would show up." The crowd begins to murmur. "Looks like he's here in the flesh. I have a special gift for him. It's something that he needs to see but in order to get it, I was told to make him work for it," the crowd begins to jeer at Batman, "That's exactly what we're gonna do! Wanna see him work for it, people?" They begin to cheer. "Hey Croc, you ready to go another round?" Killer Croc nods, beckoning Batman to enter the cage as the crowd roars. "You people ready?," the crowd cheers louder. Batman remains silent. "Don't be like that, Bats," the Announcer taunts, "I have it on good authority that time is running out for a friend of yours."

Batman steps forward as the crowd begins to roar mockingly. Some throw trash at him as he makes his way near the cage. "C'mon!," Killer Croc shouts. Batman steps inside the cage and one of the arena workers shuts the door and locks it with a chain. Killer Croc takes a krav maga fighting stance as he circles around Batman who remains still. Croc throws a punch, which is dodged. He throws a kick, which is blocked and answered with a kick to his own chest. Croc stumbles back and angrily charges forward again, spearing Batman in the chest and smashing him against the steel bars. He then grabs Batman by the throat and lifts him up, choking him. Batman responds by placing his feet on Croc's shoulders then kicking him twice in the face, which forces him to let go. Once Batman is dropped, he gives a quick punch to Croc's gut, which does little. Croc knees Batman in the sternum hard and throws him into the center of the ring. Batman rolls out of the way just in time for Croc to nearly stomp him into the floor. Batman leaps, bringing his foot against Croc's chin, forcing him to take a step back. He then spins into a roundhouse, knocking Croc to the side. Croc grits his teeth and charges again, delivering several rapid punches that Batman blocks as he backs away. Finally, Croc kicks Batman in the chest, lifting him off his feet and onto the floor again. Batman shoots back up with a sharp uppercut across the bridge of Croc's nose. Killer Croc backs away, wracked in pain as he holds his nose. Batman ducks underneath a blind punch and leaps onto Croc's back, placing him in a sleeper hold. Killer Croc angrily runs across the ring with Batman riding him. He slams Batman against the bars, but to no avail. He races to the other side as he struggles to breath, slamming Batman against the bars again, but it doesn't shake him off. He finally drops to his knees as Batman squeezes harder before releasing him. Croc falls face first, gasping for air as he gives the sign of submission.

Batman turns, taking something from his belt, and throws it against the cage door. A small explosion snaps the chain and rips the door off the cage. When it lands on the floor, the crowd goes silent. He storms up the stands toward the Announcer's booth as people nervously move away, giving him plenty of room. He punches through the glass booth, grabbing the nervous Announcer by the jacket and pulls him partially through the window. "Whoa, whoa! Okay, okay!," the Announcer frantically reaches into his pocket and pulls out a DVD disc, "The Riddler told me to give you this. It was all his idea, okay?" Batman takes the disc and throws the Announcer back into his booth, "I'll come back for you another time." The frightened Announcer watches him go.