I'm not a hero. I'm not a good guy. I don't dress up in a fruity cape and mask and fight people that call themselves the Penguin. I'm just a guy from Sin City that prefers to be left alone. Unfortunately, most people don't wanna leave me alone. That, or they want to mess with people they have no right messing with and I gotta take care of things. Take this Killer Croc guy as a way of for instance.

The guy came from Gotham and was supposed to be even bigger and uglier than me. He moved into the Projects and took over the street gangs there. Word is that he was moving his way up the food chain. All I knew was that he was muscling his way into my old neighborhood and a lot of innocent people were getting caught in the middle. See, I have a reputation there. I've done favors for them more than once. It's one of the few places I feel respected and this jerkoff was making it even more of a mess than it already was. A nice, classy dame by the name of Chasity called me up and asked if I could help. There was a rumor Batman was in town too but how do you contact a guy like that? That's if the rumors were even true to begin with. Folks in Sin City aren't used to getting help all that often and they have real trust issues for obvious reasons. They wanted me because they knew me. I obliged.

"He killed Ricky," Chasity sobbed, "That thing just tore into him." Ricky was her younger brother. He had apparently gotten involved with some local gangs and it caught up with him. Chasity had been taking care of him ever since their parents passed away. She was beautiful. She had golden hair, big gorgeous eyes, and a body that I could watch for days. It was a shame she had to grow up in the Projects. Damn shame. She could've done much better for herself if life gave her a better chance. She didn't say much over the phone `cuz she wanted to meet me in person.

"Don't know if I can be much help but I'll do what I can," I told her.

"Thank you, Marv," she whispered, "That thing needs to be stopped."

Just then, there was a knock at the door. By the way her eyes got bigger, I could tell she wasn't expecting anyone but me. "Let `em in," I said quietly and I hid in the bathroom with Gladys ready in my palm. She undid all the locks and the door swung open. The guy really was bigger than me and his entire body looked like it was covered in scales. He had a nasty set of teeth and big red eyes too. Didn't seem human but he apparently was. Suffered from some sort of rare disease from what I hear. He had two mooks following him that looked like local hoods.

"Who else is here?," Killer Croc's voice sounded about the way you'd think it would.

"I - I don't know what you're talking about," Chasity stammered as he moved in closer.

"They said you called someone named Marv," he got in her face and I could imagine how bad his breath smelled, "Who's Marv? Tell me! They said they saw him coming up to your apartment! Do you have someone coming after me?"

I'm a big guy but I can be real sneaky when I want. I made my move, grabbing the first mook, giving his neck a good twist with my free hand. Killer Croc and the other one turned around once they heard the body hit the floor. Gladys was already pointed at the second thug before he could even raise that shitty little 9mm he had on `im. He got two shots to the chest for his troubles. Croc smiled. Looked like he was ready for a fight. It was the same look I get just before caving in someone's skull so I had an idea what I was in for. I unloaded a few rounds into his chest while Chasity bolted out the door. I hit my mark but Croc just lost his balance a little and then came at me like he was never shot to begin with. I hit him with my hardest punch once he got close. My fist felt like it hit a brick wall and he didn't seem to feel a damned thing. "Heh, that's a first," I had to laugh a little.

He just kind of growled, then he nailed me. I've never been hit so hard in my life. Felt like a canon went off into my chest. I hit the bookshelf behind me, shattering it to splinters. Croc grabbed me by the coat and picked me up, showing me every row of teeth in that nasty maw of his. I smashed a board over his head and it seemed like he actually felt that one a little since he let go and stumbled back. I went at him again but Croc shoved a claw in my face, smashing me through the bathroom door. I grabbed him by the back of his head, dropping down with all of my weight and strength. It was enough to smash his face into the sink. The whole thing was busted almost in half but he still didn't seem to be hurt too bad. He punched me again; got me right in the kisser. I hit the wall and slid down, ripping down tiles and plaster as I went. My head was swimming and there was a cloud of dust hanging in the air.

"Give up?," he said with a sick smile.

"Not... on your life... asshole," I managed to spit that one out along with some blood.

He shrugged. Next thing I knew, I was going out the window. I woke up a few hours later in the alley outside. The glass and wood had cut me up and my head felt like my brain was oozing out of my ear but I was alright otherwise. Some neighborhood kids were staring at me. I must've looked like a train wreck. Sure as Hell felt like a train hit me.

"He's dead," I heard one of the kids say.

"He ain't dead!," the little one chimed in.

"Yeah, he is!"

"But his eyes are open," the last one leaned in closer for a better look.

"That happens when you're dead."

"No, it don't!"

"Yeah, it does!"

"I ain't dead yet!"

"See, told ya!"

I got back up and limped my way out of the alley. I was alive and well; apparently Croc didn't know that. It worked in my favor. I knew he wouldn't have his attention drawn on me. Gave me time to plan. Like I said, I ain't dead yet.