Ron lay in the hospital bed exhausted. He had gone too far. Ron had injected himself with the Titan formula, which was too much in its self. Too add on to his misery, a mutation had been accidentally carried into him and implanted itself in his DNA. The big problem was that both the formula and mutation were killing him. Normally the formula would slowly stop what it was doing, but in this case, the formula kept on going. The mutation was growing, it was spreading, doctors' didn't know why, luckily for them the formula and mutation had gone "to sleep" and was going to wake up soon. There was more mutation than formula and the doctors' only conclusion was to balance the amount of formula so it matched the mutation. It was a three step plan: first they would inject Ron with a special medicine that would stop the mutation from taking over his body; second, they would inject the required amount of Titan so the two would balance out, and finally, they would try to get the two to combine and extract the new two-in-one substance. One problem stood in the way of the already risky plan: they didn't have any Titan, only Ron knows were some is, and it is in Arkham Asylum.

"Doctor, we only expect that he has an hour or so until the mutation becomes active again." A nurse reported. "Then we must act fast" The doctor informed. The doctor went to the phone and dialled the GCPD headquarters. "Mr. Gordon?" the doctor asked. "Commissioner Gordon speaking" Jim Gordon, the head of the police force responded. "Yes, um, we need access to Arkham Island, we need to get to the medical centre of Arkham Asylum as soon as possible" the doctor explained. "Can't let you do that sir" Gordon said. "What?" The doctor shouted in shock, "But Arkham Island is owned by the city! The GCPD!", "This security company known as TYGER bought it, nobody knew about these guys, not even us, But they got the deed for the island." Gordon explained. "This is ridiculous! I have a patient who needs us to access the island immediately!" The doctor whispered into the phone in anger. The conversation went on for about 10 minutes of debating. "I won't be able to get the police force in the island, but I know one person who can" Gordon said finally with a hint of regret in his voice.

It was cold outside, but that didn't stop Gordon from getting to the rooftop of the GCPD and flipping the switch on the bat signal. It shone magnificently against the dark hue of the sky. Gordon just stood there with his coat on; he was waiting for no one else but the Batman to show up. It was almost unreal, Batman appeared in a flicker of light, the light reflected against his body, but his head was kept high enough in the shadows that only the light reflecting from his eyes was visible. It made Gordon jump on the inside, but he didn't move on the outside. "Hey" Gordon greeted. Batman didn't speak. After a moment of silence, Gordon broke the moment with a briefing of what needed to be done. He explained Ron's situation and what need to be done. "Here are some photos of the crates that need to be retrieved" Gordon informed. Batman took them and hid them in his belt. "Good luck Batman" Gordon wished him, and again, Batman disappeared with an almost unnatural speed.

Batman didn't drive to Arkham Island like he did when the riots took place; instead he flew there in the Batwing. Thanks to the Batwings superior technology, Batman went unnoticed by the TYGER forces and landed in an inconspicuous area. No one would find the Batwing where it was, so Batman only had to worry about himself. Quickly, Batman grappled to a highly elevated gargoyle on the Arkham Mansion, it was in the opposite location of where Batman wanted to go. Batman would need to go across the island to get the crate of Titan and come back with it. Luckily, Batman had built a Batcave on Arkham Island half way across. His plan was to get to the other side of the Asylum and get the crate to the Batcave where he could send it off, and get back to the Batwing and escape.

Batman couldn't believe what TYGER did to the open air prison, it had become a base of operation, helicopters, missiles, training grounds, and it was essentially a military base. There were guards patrolling every inch, this wasn't going to be easy. There were search lights in every inch of sky assuring the TYGER group no intruders were inside, the lights also made it impossible for Batman to glide to the Medical facility. Batman swung to a gargoyle on the opposite side of the mansion and dropped to the ground. Just stay in the dark, which was the plan, as always. Batman crouched down, and stuck to the perimeter of the mansion. Once Batman got to the front of the mansion, there would be no way to sneak past the set up TYGER had made, all the guards were armed, there was only one option: confusion. Batman made it to the edge of the left side of the mansion; the light was so bright he had to squint for a second. Quietly, Batman spilled 6 large smoke pellets into his hand from his belt. He concentrated on getting the right spot, right at the door of the mansion, and threw. All six pellets flew gracefully and exploded with smoke in a bang, everybody was caught off guard. All the search lights focused on the smoke. One guard, a veteran officer was caught by the Batclaw and hauled into the smoke and everybody stopped firing their guns. The camp was up in commotion and Batman grappled to the same gargoyle he had started off with. Smiling, Batman glided to the door leading to the space where the medical facility was, And as the door opened the search lights focused on the sky again.

When the door let him through, the com built into Batman's cowl distracted him, "Ron's got less than forty minutes". Gordon's voice was unmistakable, Batman needed to hurry. This side was just as alerted. Batman found it easier to navigate this side of the island, the search lights were in fewer numbers than the other side, and this made the ground easily navigated on foot. When Batman made it to the crate, he put a gloved hand on it, and made a loud crack. "What?" a guard asked himself. Batman quickly grappled to the roof of the medical building, and stalked the guard while he observed the crate. The guard left the crate alone, and began walking. He reached for his radio to report to the squad leader when a hand came up behind him. The hand was pitch black and rough; all the guard could manage was a quiet muffled scream than only he and his attacker could hear. When his struggling became vicious, he attempted to pull the trigger, no matter where his gun was, but before he could get a grip, everything went black. Batman let the guard slowly fall to the ground; he wasn't dead, just unconscious. Batman spread a large amount foam explosives on the wall of the medical centre. Then he took the crate while it made a large sound, attracting three guards. When Batman got to the roof again with the crate, he detonated the explosive foam, rendering the three guards unconscious, the search lights concentrated on the origin of the loud noise and Batman glided to the Batcave with no trouble.

"Ron's got twenty minutes Batman" Gordon interrupted Batman. "I'm in the Batcave, I've got the formula, and I'm sending it to Gotham General now" Batman reported. "Thank you Batman" Gordon said. Batman couldn't help but think about what he had done. The man he just saved was basically dead, what hope was there? The man would have wanted to be dead either way, but Batman couldn't let him die, that would be breaking his rule. Batman had no choice but to let a new villain be born. There was no doubt Ron would hate Batman for what had happened, he would hate everybody.

"Thank God!" The doctor exclaimed. He wasted no time in getting the formula in a needled. Everybody could hear the screams Ron was letting out, the Mutation was waking up now, earlier than they expected. The Doctor ran to the room with Ron inside it, the equipment was going crazy, a group of other doctors and nurses already had the formula that would stop the mutation from growing, it was already being injected. After that was injected, Ron seemed to calm down, his screams turned to groans. The Titan was injected and for Ron, everything had gone out of reach, reality went black.

When Ron woke up, he was in the same hospital bed. He looked at himself in the mirror, he was hideous, he couldn't even be called a human, the mutation and formula, now together as one substance, made him look like the devils sick reincarnation of humanity, Ron stood at twelve feet tall, he was deformed, every aspect of him was wrong, as if he was an experiment gone wrong and was the result. He was like Frankenstein, except, this time, not a single person would dare look at him, no one would care for him, no one would accept him. Angry and confused, Ron ran through the wall beside him with his new gained immense strength and jumped out of the second floor into the parking lot, setting off multiple car alarms. He just ran and ran, until he was at a train track. Not even his breathing sounded natural. He could still think for himself, and so he stepped on the track, he could see a light in the distance. He had about a minute to think, what if he died right here? He couldn't let Batman and Killer Croc just let this go. They needed to pay; they needed to get what they deserved, for what they did. What they did to him. A loud horn broke his concentration. The train was approaching him at a very high speed. Ron didn't move, he waited for the train to come to him. When the front of the train arrived he flipped it off the tracks, and cause the entire train to stop dead in its tracks. An explosion from one of the tanks caused him to lose balance. But before he could fall down he regained balance in a villainous pose and gave out a mighty cry. He would vow to kill Killer Croc and take his name; he would vow to kill Batman for what he did to him; and he wouldn't give up till both deeds are fulfilled.

A new villain has risen against Batman

A new adversary in the battle against justice

Ron Gold was reborn

The Croc was born

The End.