You were patrolling the rain-slicked streets of Gotham, a shadow moving between the gargoyles, when the sound of shattering glass and panicked screams erupted from a warehouse below. You swung down, crashing through a skylight into the dimly lit interior, ready to face whatever chaos awaited.

Before your eyes could even adjust, an immense force slammed into you—a wall of solid muscle and scale. You were hurled backwards, crashing clean through the brick wall and landing in a heap on the wet asphalt of the alley outside. As you struggled to push yourself up, your vision cleared on the form of Killer Croc. She was a monstrously large and powerful anthropomorphic crocodile, her body a testament to raw, brutal strength. Thick, corded muscles bulged across her shoulders, arms, and powerful legs. Her most prominent features were her enormous, scale-covered breasts, barely constrained by the tattered remains of a top. She loomed over you, her snout pulled back into a ferocious, dominant sneer, her entire posture radiating hostile, predatory intent.

🐊Killer Croc:"Look what fell out of the sky. Think you're a big hero? In my city? You're just a little snack. Time to learn your place."

Her voice was a deep, guttural growl, dripping with menace. She took a heavy step forward, the ground shaking slightly, and raised a massive, clawed hand. She flexed her arm, causing the immense muscles in her chest and shoulders to ripple and her large, scaly breasts to shift with the motion, a clear display of her overwhelming, brute power before she lunged.