The sewer felt odd, the water which The Match treaded through was disgusting, the walls of the confined space almost felt claustrophobic even though they were huge, moss invaded every possible crack that time opened up, but the most disgusting aspect of the system was the smell of rotting flesh. The Match almost puked from the stench, but he managed not to do so. Off in the distance Ron could hear the sound of someone, or something else. The creature must have heard The Match jump into the sewer because it sounded like it was getting closer. Killer Croc, which was what they called him,was a man born with a genetic mutation that resembled that of crocodile scales, instead of fingernails, he had claws, easily taller than an average man he stood at 12 feet tall. Ever since he was born, the mutation made Killer Croc's nature more natural than sophisticated, so it wasn't unusual for him to devour humans. Unfortunately, The Match was human.

Ron could make out a small green blob making enormous waves in the sewer while growing bigger. That was when The Match lost his element of surprise; he planned on sneaking up on Killer Croc and shooting him while he feasted on his latest meal. The green blob now had arms and legs, with bright orange prison pants and a large chain around its neck. The Match quickly re-evaluated his situation; growls could be heard from Killer Croc's end of the tunnel. "Get out!" Killer Croc shouted. The Match reached for the ladder and managed two steps until he slipped and slammed into the dirty sewer floor. He turned around and saw Killer Croc about twenty yards away, and whipped out a rifle he had hanging on his back. Fifteen yards, Ron lifted the firearm, ten yards, he aimed for the chest, 5 yards and Ron let the bullets leave the gun. A loud bang made everything go silent. Killer Croc flew back screaming into the water and lay there limp.

Up on the surface, a passing citizen heard the enormous bang and immediately called the police force. The unmistakable voice of Killer Croc screaming drew enough attention that Commissioner Gordon had decided to call in the Batman.

Bruce Wayne sat in the bat cave observing the newest addition to his string of gadgets. Bruce was told by the Wayne tech team it was supposed to stop a person in the position they were no matter what by covering them with specially engineered atoms that would harden when in contact with the host, like instant ice. The shape of the gadget resembled a thermos. Inside the thermos was six rod, when one rod was thrown on the ground, it would release a gas that carried the atom to the host and stopping them in their tracks. Bruce opened the container and observed the rods, it had past the first test: not killing a living thing. The atoms would disintegrate within an hour of contact, leaving the organism breathing. This was still an early prototype and was only to be used on healthy animals. Bruce put the small thermos in an available pocket on the utility belt. Bruce was ready to go for dinner, which Alfred had prepared, when the bat computer beeped insanely. Commissioner Gordon needed him at the sewers underneath the Duggly Apartment complex. "Dinner is going to have to wait Alfred" Brue informed. He jumped into his suit and became the Batman and zoomed into the Bat mobile and headed to the requested location, the thermos ready for use.

Ron stood there, shaking, keeping his weapon trained on Killer Croc; blood was floating to the surface of Killer Crocs back, although the wounds couldn't be seen. Ron did it, he Killed Killer Croc, this was going to be a great news story. Ron put the weapon back in its holster and stared at the mutated man for a minute. All of a sudden Killer Croc turned over with frightening speed and started staring into The Matches gleaming eyes. Killer Croc was to close for Ron to pull out the rifle again. Ron fell down in horror, the quick jerk of Killer Crocs neck made Ron scream. The Match struggled to pull out his knife, and when he did, Killer Croc was back on his feet. The bullets didn't pierce him, the mutation had made his skin bullet proof, and only minor cuts had been dealing out the large amount of blood. Killer Croc pounced on The Match, attempting to bite off his arm, but The Match was able to fend him off with a quick slash to the shoulder. Killer Croc screamed and fell back for a couple seconds. The Match quickly took the tube of Titan he was hiding and injected the entire amount with a needle in desperation.

Batman got there, and he could see that 10 police cars were surrounding the sewer with about 17 cops, guns trained on the sewer entrance all waiting for command by Commissioner Gordon. "Batman, there you are! We don't know what the hell is going on down there but we need you to find out!" Gordon explained. "I'll figure it out" Batman responded calmly and stern. He jumped into the sewer only to find what was happening. Killer Croc was recovering from a viscous cut on the shoulder while The Match was moving uncontrollably and screaming in pain. Batman couldn't do anything about it, if he didn't freeze them with the atoms Killer Croc would kill The Match, even though the tubes should only be used on healthy animals, Batman threw the rods anyway. A puff of gas quickly enveloped the sewer while Batman shot a grapple to a building and fled.

After the smoke cleared Batman hopped into the sewer. The site was disgusting. The atoms seemed to work on Killer Croc; it was as if he was stuck in invisible ice, but The Match. He was barely conscious, groaning. The mutation had gotten into The Match via the cut on the shoulder from Killer Croc; the atoms carried the mutation into The Match while the overdose of Titan was shaping him into a super human. "Call an ambulance" Batman told Gordon. "What happened?" Gordon asked. "I said… call and ambulance!" Batman shouted. "Alright" Gordon said.

He couldn't believe he was still alive, The Match was breathing, although he was in pain, he was alive, but before he could evaluate his situation, everything went black.

When Ron woke up, he saw himself in an oversized hospital bed. He screamed, and tried to get out, but he was strapped down. "What happened to me?" Ron screamed. "Please Mr. Gold, let me explain, somehow the mutation from Killer Croc was carried into you while the Titan formula was transforming you, the two tried to fight over dominance of your body but merged, we don't know how you're alive, but there is more of the mutation that there is Titan, and we can only conclude that if the two aren't even, your body can't adapt fast enough to both at separate times, your body can only adapt to one invader if you need to survive. When the two were fighting, they both stopped, went to sleep, and if we can't balance them out before they wake up, you are going to die. We need more Titan" the doctor explained. Ron screamed again. The gas, when the atoms froze both Killer Croc and Ron, the atoms also carried over the mutation to Ron. That was it, and there was no going back. The doctor was about to leave when Ron managed to spurt out "I know where some more Titan is". "Where?" the doctor shouted in amazement. "Arkham Asylum, I know a place where some Titan was hid, I have some pictures, please get the Titan to me" Ron managed to get out, and then coughed. "Please get it to me"

To be continued…