Despite all appearances, Killer Croc was not unintelligent. He chose the Projects because it held some of the most dangerous people in Sin City, yet they had little leadership and nothing to lose. The gangs were unorganized so seizing power would be easy, unlike the mafia who had a longer chain of command and more loyal troops. By the time I had arrived, Croc had control of the entire neighborhood.

I had read about the Projects. Even as far as Basin goes, it was dangerous. The local government threw a lot of money into the district, only to run out midway, leaving the entire area in a state of near-ruin. I entered the neighborhood without being seen but I made my presence known at a seedy bar once I was deep inside. I asked for Croc and, as expected, no one gave me any answers. Someone tried to break a pool stick over my back but I snapped it in half then threw him across the room. It made the rest of them more talkative. Croc was holed up in an old, one story apartment complex that had been abandoned by both the tenants and the government a long time ago.

I brought a SWAT-team style smoke grenade launcher with me. It proved to have better distance and more coverage than my usual smoke bombs. I fired a few canisters through the back windows, raced around front, and fired a few more. The complex was filled with smoke almost immediately. Several of the men came rushing out with guns and knives ready but I made sure I was nowhere to be found for the moment. Croc emerged seconds later, "Get back everyone," he commanded, "I know who's here. I can smell `im." That's when I decided to make my presence known. I landed on Croc's shoulders, boxing both ears. I wasn't strong enough to do any harm with normal punches but with his enhanced hearing, it would be excruciating. He shrugged me off and I somersaulted onto the street.

His men stood back, as per his orders, while he charged, "I knew you'd show up eventually!" I pulled both tasers from my belt, striking him in the neck and then the temple. The electric charges made him even more sluggish. He threw a punch but I ducked underneath it, coming around his back. That's when I caught something out of the corner of my eye. Someone was on the roof with a bow and quiver of arrows. He fired and I rolled out of the way as the arrows embedded themselves into the pavement. Croc took the opportunity to tackle me and throw me against a wall. The wind was knocked out of me and the backhand that came next didn't help matters. I landed in the middle of the street; then he pulled me into a bear hug, cutting off my oxygen.

Suddenly, I heard tires screeching about a block away. A vintage 1957 Mercedes peeled around the corner, fish tailing slightly. Croc's ears must've still been ringing because he didn't hear the engine until it was too late. He dropped me and spun around just as the headlights turned on him. I rolled out of the way just asthe car slammed into Croc's gut, sending him tumbling along the asphalt. The car buckled and then spun away from the impact. My head was still swimming from Croc's attacks so I couldn't do much for a few seconds except watch. A large man stepped out of the car, wearing a long trench coat. He was close to seven feet tall and probably weighed around 300 pounds. He was ugly as Hell and had a few bandages across his face. I would later know him as Marv.

"Payback's a bitch, huh?," Marv held a fire extinguisher in both hands and had a deranged smile across his face. He swung the fire extinguisher across Killer Croc's face like a club. He hit him again with an upward swing. Croc stumbled back more but regained his bearings quickly. "I'll make sure you're dead this time!," he roared and brought his claws down. Marv raised the fire extinguisher, allowing Croc to slice into it. The entire contents of the canister exploded out of the side, directly into Croc's eyes. He snarled and began to rub them furiously; he was now blind and deaf. I was able to stand back up so I rushed to get between the two of them. I had no idea who Marv was but I didn't need nor want his interference. As Croc was doubled over, Marv pulled a .45 Colt and was about to pull the trigger at near point blank range. Croc can stand up to gunfire from a distance. Up close, I wasn't sure how well he could take it and I wasn't going to find out. I stepped in between them, putting both tasers against Croc's chest, just over his heart. It finally brought him to the ground, cracking the pavement under his weight. I reached into my belt and emptied the contents of the syringe I had been carrying. The concoction was potent enough to put Croc under a deep sleep for a few days: just long enough to have him transported back to Arkham.

"Nice move," he told me, "Name's Marv."

"You're going to give me that gun," I warned him.

"Take the cork out, pal. It ain't me you outta be paying attention to right now."

The conversation ended there when Croc's gang attacked. Marv leapt into a crowd of them, bowling them over. I really did not need this. I threw a handful of batarangs, knocking many guns from their hands. One of them had a bowie knife and was swinging wildly while another tried to snare me with a chain. I wrapped the chain around my fist and threw him into the knife-wielder. While this was happening, I kept an eye on Marv. He wasn't using the gun, preferring melee combat, apparently. He gorilla pressed a thug over his head and flung him into a small group. I punched one gang member in the abdomen, making him double over. I then rolled over his back, kicking another one.

It was around that time that the Basin Police Department arrived. Two armored vans roared onto the scene, lights flashing. Several cops wearing kevlar jumped out, wielding batons and shields. It was obvious the department wanted to keep tabs on me. They didn't care about these thugs and I certainly didn't need the fight. "Damn cops," Marv muttered. I knew he was insane but I also knew he wouldn't kill any officers. He didn't seem the type. I still kept an eye on him, just in case. He checked one officer against the wall while I took care of the thugs behind him. I brought one down with a roundhouse, flipped over his head and took two out. Marv grabbed a cop's shield and launched it into another thug's face. I ducked under a baton-swing from a cop and swept his feet out from under him. Then, the thugs and cops began to assault each other, clashing together in one big mob.

In the melee, I could see my friend with the bow and arrow. He was now at ground level and taking aim. I shot a sharpened batarang his way, slicing the bow in half. Marv then drop kicked him into a cop's face. I dropped a few flash-grenades and a smoke bomb. It was enough to stun the few crowd members that were still conscious.

"That works," Marv said, "I know a place we can lay low for a little while."

I decided to follow him to a nearby factory that was apparently condemned. The chaos faded behind us as the cops finished up. I left Croc behind. I knew that I could eventually take care of that problem. For the moment, I was setting my sights on Marv.