I never created Batman TAS.
One scowl materialized on the Sewer King's face when he heard footsteps in darkness. He glanced at two pet alligators as they snarled and tensed. ''I sent my children to the streets three minutes ago. They shouldn't be here. They shouldn't. They shouldn't,'' he muttered.
Sewer King continued to look ahead. Rare worry suddenly formed in his eyes. He suddenly remembered society shunning him when he picked a few pockets. When a crowd viewed him snatching jewelry and then threw objects at him. Pursued him into Gotham's sewer.
Moments consisted of two alligators appearing and snapping at the intruders. Protecting the crook. Becoming his pets as soon as they caused the crowd to flee.
Sewer King wasn't able to remember every child's face when he found orphans under the streets. What he did recall was always sending his children to pick pockets for him. Lots and lots of pretties.
Sewer King's eyes widened as soon as three young men appeared.
The men faced Sewer King before they smirked.
''We found something to do. A guy for us to kick again and again.''
The intruders' eyes flew open when the alligators snarled another time.
One smirk appeared on the Sewer King's face as soon as the animals followed the men. He waited for his children to return. His smirk remained.
THE END