A strange, new scent pervaded throughout the hollow corridors of Gotham's sewers. Dim light soaked the thick atmosphere, pooling moonlight into the silent tunnels.

Waylon skittered through the sloshing waters, his heavy, ragged breaths puffing in the air as he traced the unfamiliar smell. It was no doubt a human, by the twinge of sweetness, and a pang of guardedness struck his chest. Who dared come into Gotham's sewers? Weren't the rumors of a crocodile man lurking about warning enough?

Croc's glittering claws slithered from the water onto the damp ledge beside, swiftly bounding down the corridor towards the intruder. A feral hiss spilled from his lips as he stopped just in front of the civilian, his formidable stature rising to full height as he loomed over them.

"What are you doing 'ere," a low growl rumbled from his scaled chest, "what do you want?"

His lumbering figure inched closer, water trickling off his protective reptilian skin.