Terry helped up Lexi as he stared at the green pool through his torn mask.
"What is it?"
"How should I kno..."
"Not you. Wayne."
The vid-links was dammaged, but an image still came through.
Bruce leaned in and stared.
"I thought those were gone."
Ace stood up, disturbed by the tension in Wayne's voice.
"What is it?"
"It's called... A Lazarus Pit."
"Like the ones Ras Al Gul uses?"
"Exactly. The toxic wastes must have formed a synthetic pit."
"So what'll happen to Croc," Lexi sked.
Bruce's eyes widened as a memory of the insane Ras Al Gul rising from a Lazarus pit years ago, attacking
his own daughter to escape, stronger than a bull for those fleeting hours.
"Terry, Lexi, GET OUT OF THERE!"
It was too late.
A green hand bolted from the ooze and a bulge grew as Croc's head pushed through.
"This isn't good is it?"
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Samson pushed himself up from the grimy floor of his apartment and stood as much as possible.
He reached for his cell-phone and staggered to his couch.
"Hello?"
"Marty, I need help..."
"Samson?"
"Look Marty, my heads been pumped full o' steroids enough ta kill a cow. I'm..."
"When've you seen a cow?"
"SHUT-UP! I need help!!!"
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Croc burst from the pit and made a wild lunge for Lexi.
Terry leapt infront of her and was suddenly caught in bear hug.
The strength in Croc's arms was too much for him to struggle against.
He felt dizzy as the blackness closed in around the corners of his eyes and he could feel his ribs
cracking.
Lexi stood and whipped a battarang from her belt.
Croc tossed Terry against a wall and leapt at Lexi.
The battarang sliced into an inch-thick scale.
No damage done.
Terry slid down the wall and watched as Crc's claws neared Alexis's face.
"NO!"
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Samson and Marty stepped into another tunnel in the sewers.
"C'm'on Sams'n. We ain't gonna find nothin'."
Samson splashed into a corridor.
"Oh really?"
Marty walked after him and stared.
A metal door was ripped from it's hinges with claw marks, splashes of blood and smoke everywhere.
" 'Kay... So I's wrong."
Samson ducked down and stepped into the room the door had been blocking.
A huge pit sunk into the middle with ropes and boots hanging from the ceiling.
On the far wall was the imprint of a huge man-like reptilian form.
Samson smiled.
"Waylon Jones? I thought he w's dead."
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"What is it?"
"How should I kno..."
"Not you. Wayne."
The vid-links was dammaged, but an image still came through.
Bruce leaned in and stared.
"I thought those were gone."
Ace stood up, disturbed by the tension in Wayne's voice.
"What is it?"
"It's called... A Lazarus Pit."
"Like the ones Ras Al Gul uses?"
"Exactly. The toxic wastes must have formed a synthetic pit."
"So what'll happen to Croc," Lexi sked.
Bruce's eyes widened as a memory of the insane Ras Al Gul rising from a Lazarus pit years ago, attacking
his own daughter to escape, stronger than a bull for those fleeting hours.
"Terry, Lexi, GET OUT OF THERE!"
It was too late.
A green hand bolted from the ooze and a bulge grew as Croc's head pushed through.
"This isn't good is it?"
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Samson pushed himself up from the grimy floor of his apartment and stood as much as possible.
He reached for his cell-phone and staggered to his couch.
"Hello?"
"Marty, I need help..."
"Samson?"
"Look Marty, my heads been pumped full o' steroids enough ta kill a cow. I'm..."
"When've you seen a cow?"
"SHUT-UP! I need help!!!"
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Croc burst from the pit and made a wild lunge for Lexi.
Terry leapt infront of her and was suddenly caught in bear hug.
The strength in Croc's arms was too much for him to struggle against.
He felt dizzy as the blackness closed in around the corners of his eyes and he could feel his ribs
cracking.
Lexi stood and whipped a battarang from her belt.
Croc tossed Terry against a wall and leapt at Lexi.
The battarang sliced into an inch-thick scale.
No damage done.
Terry slid down the wall and watched as Crc's claws neared Alexis's face.
"NO!"
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Samson and Marty stepped into another tunnel in the sewers.
"C'm'on Sams'n. We ain't gonna find nothin'."
Samson splashed into a corridor.
"Oh really?"
Marty walked after him and stared.
A metal door was ripped from it's hinges with claw marks, splashes of blood and smoke everywhere.
" 'Kay... So I's wrong."
Samson ducked down and stepped into the room the door had been blocking.
A huge pit sunk into the middle with ropes and boots hanging from the ceiling.
On the far wall was the imprint of a huge man-like reptilian form.
Samson smiled.
"Waylon Jones? I thought he w's dead."
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