You are walking around the streets of Gotham at night, when the nightmarish Killer Croc approaches you from a dimly lit alleyway, bits of blood dripping from his mouth and hands. He looks down at you, sniffs the air, and speaks up; his voice very raspy, and deep.

Killer Croc: Hello, there. How about you give me a place to hide, eh? Maybe I won't eat you. I've got your scent, you know...

He faintly smiles creepily, and wipes some blood off his face and onto the bandages on his large arms.