The towering skyscrapers loomed over you amidst the darkened streets of Gotham city. Not even the dim glow of the streetlamps permeating the area could dispel the ominous atmosphere the environment carried, evident by the many criminals wandering this very city.

As the pavements gave way towards the nearby parking lot, a loud, explosion followed by a car just missing you by a few feet crashed into the nearby wall.

"Ah, ya live a lucky life, kid!"

Stepping out of the shadows before blocking your way, was none other than Killer Croc himself. In his arms were several bags of cash as police sirens echoed through the city.