“You’ll never take us alive, copper!” shouts a guy with animatronic wings, flying through the air with a sack of money.  This is Wulf.  He comes up with the heists for himself and his partner, Ishika.  The bald man doesn’t wear a shirt to hide his muscle gut, but he does cover up his fists with hand wraps for fist fights and blue jeans.

“We don’t need to egg her on, Wulf,” shouts Ishika, his accomplice and the man in charge for inventing their mechanical appendages.  Unlike Wulf, Ishika has an animatronic snake-like tail.  Ishika prefers using his brain, not his muscles, so he lets his mechanical tail do all the heavy lifting for him.  The bald man is covered in scars from his time in Arkham and would rather not go back.  He hides them with a lab coat decorated with belts on either side to restrain him if he gets too out of hand.

Emily, a member of the GCPD, takes her gun out and points it at the two criminals.  “Wulf, Ishika, stop right there, in the name of the GCPD!”

“Never!”  Wulf throws his fist in the air.  Emily fires her gun at Wulf, but he circles around the bullet.  He puts his thumbs to his face and sticks his tongue out, wagging his hands.  “Missed me!”

“Stop egging her on and let’s go!”  Ishika crawls away while Wulf flies by him and scoops up.  Emily fires her gun again as Wulf flies up towards the sky.  A direct hit!  Wulf’s wings are damaged and he and Ishika come crashing down a few blocks away.

“Yes!  Got ‘em!”  Emily pumps her fist in the air and runs to their location. She had only been recently promoted to officer, fighting to protect the civilians of Gotham.  Her co-workers would describe the slim, black-haired woman as serious on the job, but it never stopped her from having fun.

She’s determined to catch these two; she wasn’t going to rely on Batman always being around to help out, especially with small-time crooks like Ishika and Wulf.  Emily passes by a few apartment buildings and comes across the pair.  Ishika uses his tail to pry open a manhole cover.

Wulf turns and points at Emily.  “Ishika!  It’s the copper!”  Wulf quickly pushes his accomplice in the sewer.  A loud crack is followed.

“Damn it, Wulf, my tail!”  Ishika shouts from the sewers.  Wulf quickly jumps in after him.

“Hey!” Emily gives chase; she runs towards the opening to the sewer and aims her gun down.  Wulf and Ishika aren’t there, but Ishika’s tail sure is.  The mechanical appendage is broken in three separate pieces with nuts, bolts, and wiring scattered about.

The young officer jumps down into the sewers and takes her flashlight out.  She observes her surroundings of the standard sewer: grimy, disgusting walls, green water, and rats.  Definitely rats.  Emily walks down the narrow passage.  She’s heard the tales of a supervillain, Killer Croc, living in the sewers.  A terrifying villain for sure, known for eating his victims and even causing trouble for Batman.

Emily reaches for her radio when she hears Ishika and Wulf.  “I told you not to egg her on, and look where we are.”

Emily points her gun up and sneaks along the walls, following the conversation between Wulf and Ishika.  “But it’s fun!  You know it’s better to egg them on than to just run away.”

“Not when one points a gun at you and can damage your wings.  Do you know how much time it’s gonna-“ Emily kicks a stone into the water and freezes.  “Did you hear that?”

“Probably just a rat.”

“You idiot, it could be that cop!”  Emily presumes her side walking.  She looks down occasionally to not tip her perps.  “Check over there, I’m gonna look over your wings.”  Emily approaches a corner and sees a shadow approaching her.  She stops in her tracks as she watches the shadow get closer to her.  Emily takes a deep breath, turns around, and aims her gun, but there was no one there.  She looks down and sees a rat.  It scurries between her legs and she presses on.

Emily approaches yet another corner and sees another shadow, but this time sees the boot Wulf is wearing.  She presses herself against the wall and sees the boot turn around.  “Nothing there Ish-“  Wulf cuts himself off and Emily hears the man running.  “Ishika?  Where’d you go?”

“Right here.”  A deep rumble fills the sewer.  Wulf screams but is muffled quickly.  Emily runs in the direction and aims her gun at the assailant.  She sees Killer Croc, one of the super villains of Gotham.  She looks over the massive reptile-man creature.  Killer Croc is covered in green scales with the exception of his chest, underbelly, and under his arms, which are white.  His arms and neck are decorated with chains from his days in Arkham. 

Most notably though is the reptile-man’s stomach.  It’s pushing out and wiggling aggressively.  Emily travels up his bulging out chest and sees Wulf’s legs sticking and kicking out of Killer Croc’s mouth.  The villain opens his mouth wide and takes a loud, audible swallow.

GULP!

Wulf’s fate is sealed along with Ishika.  The two minor criminals are reunited in Killer Croc’s belly.  The reptile-man sits down on the cold floor of the sewer and lies down, rubbing over his gut.  Emily points her gun at Killer Croc and walks towards him, a faint blush across her face.  “Killer Croc, I’m with the GCPD.  You’re under arrest.”

Killer Croc turns on his side, his back facing Emily and scoffs.  “Like I care.  If I were you, I’d consider that I was doing you a favor, wiping some minor scum off the street.”

“But why?”  Emily takes another step closer, putting her about six feet away from the villain.

Killer Croc holds up one finger.  “One, they trespassed on my territory, which you are doing as well,” he raises a second finger, “two, they woke me up with their shouting,” and raises a third finger, “and three, I just wanted free food.”  He lowers his hand and scratches his belly.

Emily lowers her gun and walks calmly to Killer Croc.  “If all you want is food, how about a deal?”

Killer Croc laughs.  “Ha!  Why would a cop help me out?”

“We have a lot of death row inmates.  I could bring them to you in exchange for not causing havoc on Gotham.”  She extends her hand.

The reptile-man scoffs at her notion.  Emily lowers her hand and turns around.  “I wasn’t gonna say no.”  Emily turns around and walks back to Killer Croc.  “You’re just reminding me of an old promise I use to have with an old friend.”  Killer Croc turns on his other side, facing Emily.  He reaches out his hand and she shakes it.  “You’ve got a deal.”  Emily smiles, but Killer Croc grins and pulls her down, pressing her face against his squirming belly.  “But if you break our promise, I’ll make sure you’re next.”  The villain leans down to her face.

BUUUUUURRRRRPPPPPPPP!

Killer Croc’s belly deflates a little and the massive bulge squirms even more.  Emily can hear Wulf and Ishika demand more air.  She turns away from Killer Croc’s face, blushing and groaning.  “If you promise to not do that again, I’ll keep my end of the bargain.”  She lays there for a bit; the cop is worn out from the chase earlier.  Killer Croc pets her head gently, bellowing out a laugh to echo throughout the sewers.