Hello ladies and gentlemen, once again sorry for taking a while. I'm currently a few chapters ahead in writing this, but now I have favor to ask. I need to see if anyone is willing to be a Beta Reader for my upcoming chapters, primarily to cover whether or not they would fit in the realm of being in character for the two (for reference, my characters are primarily from the Batman: The Animated Series and The New Batman Adventures universe, with some characters being from The Batman universe). Anyone who would have the time to read them, give my some helpful feedback and has a 3-4 day turnaround time at the most would be greatly appreciated.

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Gotham City, Entertainment District, 2114 hours

It was a fairly quiet night out on the town, with the Entertainment District still blaring with lights, music, and signs stating there were hookers in almost every brightly lit building.

Croc smirked as he noted that his presence kept most people a fair distance away from him, which was all the better for the messenger he was escorting.

It was simple really; after his work as a "legitimate" bouncer for the Iceberg Lounge, Lark put him through escort services, escorting whoever was sending a message to whichever criminal was in town to their destination.

Most of the time, they hardly needed more protection than him, though in the rare case that he smelled trouble, he made sure to bring a shotgun with him in the car that he used for the job. It was an old beat-up Winchester 97 shotgun, but with a half dozen shells of 12-gauge buckshot, it would certainly cause quite a bit of damage.

Stepping into the alleyway with the messenger in front of him, he was mildly surprised to see Two-Face waiting in the alleyway with two of his hired hands. Appraising them he noted the handguns they all had, a mixture of .38 revolvers and .45 pistols that made him recognize that while he could take some fire from them, he certainly wouldn't want to be caught in a firefight in here of all places.

"So you brought the dough?" Two-Face asked, his voice raspy as the "bad" side of him spoke.

"Yup," the messenger replied, "As per the contract. You get fifty grand now to commit to the job and you get the other fifty once the job is done."

Glaring at him, the crime lord stated, "Let's do a coin flip on that. Heads, we have a deal. Tails, I get all the dough now or you get shot."

"We had a deal, Two-Face…" the messenger started to say, but the coin was flipped, and as it sung through the air Killer Croc was already in motion, grabbing the messenger and shoving him behind him as it came down, drawing his .357 Magnum in one smooth motion and leveling it at Two-Face.

He grabbed the coin and slapped it on his palm.

"Heads." Two-Face stated, giving a look of calm and collectedness as he stared down the barrel of the revolver. "And I suggest you put that away, gator-boy."

Snarling, Croc holstered the gun before picking up the case of money and tossing it to one of the disfigured man's lackeys.

"Then we're finished here." Croc growled, before backing away, his body still facing the trio of men while he pushed the messenger back towards the street. One of the earliest rules ingrained into him from the Marines; never turn your back on an enemy.

Finally reaching the street, he started to urge the man to the vehicle they had taken to get there when he heard gunfire erupt from the alleyway. Pushing the messenger into the driver's seat but staying outside, he pulled his shotgun out and told the man to gun it before slamming the door shut, racking a shell into the chamber as he made his way to the alleyway.

He leveled the gun just in time to see a certain caped crusader take down Two-Face with a kick to the face, his guns clattering to the ground. Against the walls were his two lackeys, apparently unconscious from a combination of attacks.

Shaking his head, he commented down the alley. "Your either very gutsy, or outright insane, petite batte."

Turning towards him, he chuckled as she gave him the universal sign before she started tying up the trio of men.

Looking to make sure the car was gone he headed down the alleyway before picking up the fallen case of money. "Guess he won't be needin' this anymore." He stated dryly, happy that now he technically had a fifty thousand dollar bonus in his hands.

Then his good mood left him as Batgirl grabbed the case as well.

"I don't believe that is yours either." She said bluntly, before giving a yank to take it away from him, but failing to do so.

"Maybe, but at least I won't be as bad as Two-Face with it." He responded, tugging back but surprised that she didn't let go either.

A tugging fight began to ensue, the duo trying to yank the case from each other's hands for a few moments before Croc realized he had a 12-gauge in his hand. He brought it up to level it at Batgirl only to have her kick it up as he pulled the trigger, the shot flying up into the air.

Growling he let the gun drop before throwing a punch, landing it in her gut as he fell back, though he was then dragged forward and stumbled past his opponent.

His legs were kicked out from under him and he instinctively rolled to avoid another kick to where his face used to be moments before.

Their hands free of the case they traded punches and kicks, neither of them being able to get an advantage over the other as Croc's body took most of the punches whereas Batgirl avoided most the blows altogether.

Right when they started to tire from their fight the two heard a whistle from behind them. They paused their fight long enough to look over their shoulders. And unfortunately for them a woman in a leather suit and a whip was holding the case in one of her hands.

"My my, the two of you look like your having a blast." Catwoman purred. "I best take this off your hands and let you lovebirds continue, hmm?"

Ironically, the two of them looked at each other with a look of disgust before Croc finally said, "Shall we teach the putain here not to piss us off? I would very much like to declaw her and leave her hanging from a tree."

Contemplating for a second, she reluctantly nodded in response, but answered, "Don't kill her, and I'll gladly let you kick her ass as much as you want. Batman never seems to lay a heavy hand on her anyways."

A sick grin crossing his face, he chuckled darkly. "Oooh, something to take my anger out on."

Catwoman noted their temporary alliance and decided that it would be best to leave, using her whip to jump to a stairwell before climbing to the roof.

Croc gave chase, grabbing the shotgun with one hand and digging his free hand into the alley wall before starting to climb up, racking the pump and letting a shell become chambered. Batgirl simply pulled out her grappling gun and let it start pulling her up to the rooftop.

And so the two gave chase, the thief smirking as she realized she had an unusual competition in trying to outwit the brains of the Batgirl and the brawn of Killer Croc.

She almost felt confident in outrunning them were it not for the pellets that whizzed past her, one of them lucky enough to tear through her calf, causing her to yowl while the rest went by her.

"I said don't kill her!" Batgirl yelled, now officially pissed off.

"I'm not killin' her! I was trying to slow her down with a shot to the legs!" Croc retorted, racking the pump again.

"What, by blowing her damn legs off? Put that damn thing away!"

Snarling with a pissed off mood of his own, he slung the shotgun across his back as he continued running, the two of them jumping across the rooftops as they tailed the wounded cat burglar.

Seeing her jump through a window into a building, Croc jumped onto the stairs before landing on the ground while Batgirl just sailed through the hole Catwoman had made in the window.

Croc made his entrance by kicking down a side door into the building, revealing a deserted warehouse with Catwoman and Batgirl in the midst of a brawl in the center.

Snarling as he saw that the chienne was still holding onto the cash, even while fending off her opponent, he advanced into the fray.

Cautiously wading into the fight, he made a grab for the money, only to receive a boot to the face and being sent a few steps back.

Pissed, he charged in and punched her, hitting her side, only to receive a kick between the legs. Groaning in muffled pain, Croc finally decided he had enough and twisted around, his six foot tail slamming into her and sending her crashing into a pile of crates before keeling over, groaning from the low blow.

Getting up with a grunt, he was mildly disoriented as he looked up in time to see Catwoman crawl out another window, leaving the money behind.

Grumpily he muttered "Stupid chienne, thinking she had a right to that money."

Getting up and seeing the suitcase of cash he grabbed it just in time to receive a batarang to the wrist, making him recoil from the case and forcing him to yank the sharp object out of his hand with his teeth.

Snarling with barely restrained rage, he turned around in time to see Batgirl with another of the devices at the ready.

"That's still not your money." She said bluntly.

"And I'm sure you have more important things to deal with than me making off with some money." He shot back, before slowly trying to pick up the case. Another Batarang shot across the room, and the man jerked his hand away in time to see it come to rest sticking into the suitcase.

Finally picking it up quickly he made a break for the side door, using his muscle to gain some speed. Unfortunately she was faster with a grappling gun, using the device to wrap it around a roof girder and she swung behind him, kicking him in the back and sending him toppling to the ground.

Growling he crawled to the case, almost reaching it before receiving a kick to the side, forcing him to roll away to avoid another kick.

Quickly getting onto his feet, he barely avoided a punch from the vigilante and caught another one, sending a punch into her gut again, the sound of the air exiting her lungs only giving him a momentary victory before she punched him in the nose, followed by her pulling out what appeared to be a pair of bola's that she started swinging.

Swinging his tail about he knocked her feet out from under her, only for her to do the same in reply as she threw the bola's at him, the devices wrapping around his feet before they both came crashing down to the floor.

Trying to get up he twisted his body to roll onto his back before he got a face full of Batgirl's fist, kneeing her in response to the blow. He felt a knee in reply that must've hit a nerve in his joint as he suddenly lost feeling in part of his leg.

Staring up he defiance he snarled at the woman, pissed that she had gotten the upper hand on him so quickly. Throwing a punch he was surprised to see her catch it, and even as he applied more pressure, it only pushed her own limb back by inches.

The two stayed like that, staring each other down, expecting the other to back down, one baring his teeth and sending out a guttural growls that would have made most men shrink away in fear, the other staring down her opponent in dead silence. Neither of them gave in, however, until the sound of ropes being torn apart was distinctively heard and Croc head-butted her, rolling away from his opponent as he got to his feet, albeit unsteadily as he tried to regain feeling in his leg.

Grabbing the case he ducked through the warehouse, weaving amongst the crates as best he could, before reaching a locked door that he simply steamrolled through into the alleyway, a Batarang narrowly missing him as it clashed against the brick wall outside and clattered to the ground.

Looking about Croc spied a manhole and ripped the top off before jumping in, safe in the fact that he was now in his element, the dark waters underneath Gotham as familiar to him as the clawed fingers on his hands.

Still, as he swam through the murky waters under the city, his mind wandered. Why did she not finish him? And even more importantly, why didn't he follow through his attack and try to finish her off either? The thoughts troubled him, and he threw them away into the back of his mind as something that lacked importance. It was irrelevant, and not necessary to think about in order to get his paycheck.

An hour later he handed the case back to Lark, telling her that he retrieved it while Two-Face was in the middle of fighting the Batgirl, as well as making an excuse that ten grand was gone because Two-Face had opened the case up and had started to load the cash on his person before the vigilante showed up. She didn't have to know that the money was safely pocketed in some of his vest pockets, ready to be set aside for whatever use he would have for it later on.