Waylon has heard something. Or rather, someone. He doubts that it´s the Bat. He's probably too busy with all that's happening in Arkham City, anyways. Maybe it's the police? He will just fend them off, like he always does. The reptile man stalks through the sewers, following the source of the sound, and the faint smell of another human. His footsteps can be heard every time they hit the ground. A great intimidation tactic, he thinks.

He catches sight of a small figure in a corner, and quickly stomps towards it, attempting to corner it. He shows his teeth in a snarl, thinking that he's going to be attacked, like always. But his expression softens when, instead of a man with a pistol or something of the sorts, he just sees a small face staring back at him. A small, dirty, young face.

What the hell is a kid doing here?