Note: Sorry for it being so short, but chapter three should be significantly longer. As always, read, review, and feel tree to give me constructive criticism.

Gotham City, 2210 hours, Joker's Warehouse

The Joker yelped as the bullet broke a hole in the capsule and came to rest on the control panel, inches away from his fingers, before recoiling after the fact as sparks flew from the shattered panel.

Finally, that was another problem solved, and this time he may have solved it for good!

Then he heard a loud bang as he saw smoke fill the capsule. Knowing he would have to finish Croc off, he grabbed a Joker-gas gun and shuffled over. Pushing the capsule over he aimed his gun into the smoke and waited for it to clear; he would enjoy the feeling of terror in Croc's eyes when he realized that he wouldn't be leaving the world alive….

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Falling, that was what he felt as Croc saw a dazzling display of lights hit him, a mass of reds and blacks and yellows, similar to the background of Gotham City when looked upon from afar.

Realizing he had some control over his actions, he put the safety on his gun back on and shoved it into the holster hidden by his vest, knowing that at this rate he had no use for it.

Looking around, it looked like he was in some sort of portal, the colors slowly changing, the bright reds replaced by grey and even darker shades of red.

Then he couldn't believe his eyes as he saw someone else in the portal with him, rapidly coming towards him. His eyes only caught the person clearly for a few moments, but they registered each other at the same time.

Croc stared at the person. Tall, no shirt, torn jeans, green skin, sharp teeth and yellow eyes with slits for iris's. Were it not for the fact that it was more…human, he couldn't have pictured it to be anything else.

"Me?" they both said, the word stretching out as they shot by each other, heading away from each other once again. Then he saw a black hole at the end of the portal, and he braced himself before it reached him.

Then everything went black.

Gotham City, 2213 hours, Joker's Warehouse

Joker almost pulled the trigger before he took his finger away from it. As the silhouette became clearer, he knew for a fact that it couldn't possibly be Killer Croc. It was too human a silhouette; no tail, no snout, a general homo sapien-like shape. It was impossible.

Then the smoke cleared and he gave a frown. It definitely was not Croc.

Keeping the gun pointed at whoever the person was, he said "Now who on Earth are you, scaly?"

Looking up in a mixture of surprise, shock, and a little bit of hatred, the stranger said "It's Killer Croc to you."

Giving a bark of laughter, the Joker suppressed the urge to roll on the floor in laughter as he said "Yeah right, your not Croc. I just got rid of him a minute ago."

Croc looked up at him with a glare as he said "I am Killer Croc, you clown, and that's impossi…"

But the criminal was not able to finish his sentence as he was hit on the head with the butt of the gas gun.

Before he could recover the Joker pulled out a boxing glove gun and fired it, slamming right into his reptilian face and knocking him unconscious.

"Hmmm, how to deal with this obvious Killer Croc imposter….or maybe…"

Joker suddenly had a realization "This is Croc! It may not have made him completely human, but it sure made it less of a gator than he was before, hahahaha!"

Looking around, he said "But first, I'm going to have to find a place to keep him quiet…."

Realizing the warehouse was a former meat processing plant, he grabbed the unconscious Croc and started dragging him to a side room.

A few months of hibernation in a freezer storage room would do him a lot of good while he started plans on turning that infernal contraption into a weapon of some sort…