A/N: And here we are! Black Falcon versus Killer Croc!

GOTHAM CITY
OCTOBER 18, 2010
00:06 EDT

"You know, Arkham and I have to have a talk," I said from where I sat. My voice echoed off of the empty walls, alerting the villains of my presence. "You guys just keep escaping over and over again."

Killer Croc growled lowly before turning around. "I was wondering when you Bats would show up."

"Hm... well, unfortunately, you've got only me. And to make it even more unfortunate, I've been in a bad mood lately," I replied, before swinging down from where I was.

I kicked down two henchmen as I did so, before flipping in the air and landing on the ground a few feet away from the reptile-man... person? What do you describe Killer Croc as? He was more man than crocodile.

He growled and then lunged towards me, but I jumped out of the way, and he crashed into a henchman of his, who screamed in terror.

I pulled out smoke bombs out of my belt and threw them to the ground, causing them to explode everywhere. The lens of my mask quickly adapted to the fog, allowing me to see, even through the foggy mist.

"Where'd she go?!" I heard one of the henchmen yell. I moved forward to get into his vision before running off, making him shoot where I was.

I got behind him and pressed down on a pressure point, causing him to slump to the ground unconscious before rounding around and giving an uppercut to the other guy.

A claw shot out from the smoke, and I flipped out of the way. I did a few more flips so I was out of the smoke cloud.

A clawed hand shot out from the fog and I did a backflip, kicking the limb away from me in the process. I grabbed my gun from my right hip as I went for a one-hand flip and shot at Killer Croc's feet while I landed back on my feet.

It was set at level three from an earlier bank robbery, so I switched to the highest level, before shooting rapidly.

Because of Killer Croc's dense skin, I knew it wasn't much, but I just needed the temporary distraction.

Killer Croc snapped angrily at me, and I slipped the gun back inside with my right hand while I pulled out a wire from my belt with my left. I lunged towards Killer Croc, sliding in-between his legs.

One thing about being small?

I moved, and I moved fast. I tied up his legs and then kicked the back of his knees, causing him to stumble and fall to the ground with a heavy thud that shook the room.

He reached out to swipe at me, but I simply moved to the side, effectively dodging the attack.

He extended his claws and cut at the wire, tugging on it heavily for it to snap, but it didn't. He growled at me, "You little bitch!"

"Y'know, I've been fine with that, but recently, that word's really starting to piss me off," I snapped back. I gave Killer Croc a kick in the face, causing his face to snap to the side.

I took the opportunity of his open mouth to toss in a sedative pill that we had for those that knock-out gas or knock-out bullets didn't work.

He choked briefly on the pill, but when I saw his yellow eyes begin to blink slowly, I knew it was dissolving and quickly taking over his system. He slumped to the ground, unconscious, just as I felt a presence behind me.

I turned around and angled my head up slightly to look at Robin, who was putting away his Batrope.

"You really didn't have to," I told him, looking at the unconscious Killer Croc. I sent a signal to the Gotham PD to pick him up.

"I kinda figured," Robin replied, gesturing towards the knocked out villain. He then shrugged and turned around so his back was to me. "There's some leftover dinner in the fridge. It's fettuccine alfredo."

I nodded my head curtly, and even though his back was to me, I knew he knew because he knew me so well. (Did that make sense?)

Without another word, we took off into the night, in two separate directions.

A/N: I'm so tired right now. Ughhhh. Leave a review?