Post by Killer Croc on Dec 22, 2013 5:37:50 GMT
It had been awhile since Killer Croc had been seen in public. He wasn't much of a people person at any rate. Humanity stinks worse than the sewers he lived in. Which is why he didn't mind eating people from time to time. One less is always a good sign. He just hasn't ate anyone recently to have the Batman on his case. Except for earlier tonight when he was asked to do a job for one of the lesser known mob bosses.
Killer Croc had done the job given, which ended up being a typical bodyguard type position with needing to pull a safe door off its hinges. Just one of the boss's goons had decided to make snide remarks from behind his back as they were getting back to the building with the goods in tow. Funny that he didn't think he had heard him. The monster of a man had instantly turned as they were a few feet from the doorway and rip the man to shreds.
This caused the others to get inside or to start shooting at him. The ones that ran inside had the goods and the decent amount of brains to get away from him. “No one talks bad about my looks!” he snapped as he lashed out with bloody claws at another. Knocking the gun out of his hand and shoving his left hand into the man's stomach, flinging him to the side in the process. The last man he had mutilated by chomping off his arm that held the gun.
Now he was roaming through the sewer system and picking the flesh and cloth from his jagged teeth. “They know better than to use people that talk behind people's backs after what I did,” he mused to himself. Of course no scratch on his skin from the bullets, so the blood wasn't his at all and he would wash it off soon.
Killer Croc had done the job given, which ended up being a typical bodyguard type position with needing to pull a safe door off its hinges. Just one of the boss's goons had decided to make snide remarks from behind his back as they were getting back to the building with the goods in tow. Funny that he didn't think he had heard him. The monster of a man had instantly turned as they were a few feet from the doorway and rip the man to shreds.
This caused the others to get inside or to start shooting at him. The ones that ran inside had the goods and the decent amount of brains to get away from him. “No one talks bad about my looks!” he snapped as he lashed out with bloody claws at another. Knocking the gun out of his hand and shoving his left hand into the man's stomach, flinging him to the side in the process. The last man he had mutilated by chomping off his arm that held the gun.
Now he was roaming through the sewer system and picking the flesh and cloth from his jagged teeth. “They know better than to use people that talk behind people's backs after what I did,” he mused to himself. Of course no scratch on his skin from the bullets, so the blood wasn't his at all and he would wash it off soon.
