Where The Crocs Are [BC]

[Hal Jordan]

Players: Black Canary and Killer Croc
Location(s): Gotham!
Plot Summary: Killer Croc is on a mission and Canary wants to stop him...hater.

The alarm system was blaring its high pitch, annoying tune but Croc didn't give a damn. He already knew the moment he appeared the heroes in the city would be descending down on him in just a matter of time, the alarm would just speed things up by a small fraction. Killer Croc thrashed about the chem lab like a pissed off vandal but truthfully the monster with scales was actually carefully looking for something specific. Papers were shredded between his claws and computers reduced to no more than bits of plastic and wire under the power of his limbs; he was also destroying information sensitive to what it was he was after.

Finally Croc's thick tail bashed through a cabinet door and there hidden behind the splinters was exactly what the mutant was after. Croc snarled in his attempt at a snicker and a smile, his dagger like teeth coated finely in putrid saliva as his arms crashed into the small remainders of the cabinet doors and snatched out the tanks he was after. The word inflammable was written dominantly on each tank Croc collected, in his mind he hoped it was none of Gotham's firepower wielding heroes that came after him tonight.

Without the patience to turn and backtrack down seven flights of stairs instead Croc pivoted and barreled through the nearest wall. His unstoppable frame plowed through the wall and then crashed through the window of the next room. Killer Croc dropped through the sky like the 600 pounder he was, yet with impossible grace he landed flat on his feet, knees slightly bent to cushion, and then resumed his run with three gas tanks under one arm and two tucked underneath the other.

[Black Canary]

"He robbed a what?" Dinah repeated into her earring-turned-communicator, a bewildered look on her face. "You heard me. From what I can tell from the surveillance camera, he trashed one of the labs, grabbed some canisters, and took off," Oracle replied. "I'm still trying to figure out what exactly he stole, these cameras are pretty miserable for such a huge chemical company. I'm hacking into their inventory right now to see what was stored in that lab. Hopefully the traffic cams will be more helpful as far as tracking him goes." Dinah scoffed as she turned her motorcycle onto a side street. "Hey, I might not be Batman, but I'm pretty sure I can find a giant - ohhh hey there," Dinah cut herself off as she sped past another street, her gaze locked on the large reptilian man she had just driven right past.

"Found him. Who's the best detective in this city now?!"

Oracle's muted sigh was audible even as Dinah quickly swerved her bike so that she could park it on the sidewalk. Not the most inconspicuous place to leave her vehicle, sure, but good luck to anyone who attempted to steal it. "Just be careful, Dinah. I'm still trying to figure out what he has and how he plans to use it." The blonde let out a quiet grunt as she swiftly dismounted her bike. "'Careful' is my middle name," she replied under her breath as she moved stealthily back to the street she had passed. "Dinah Laurel Careful Lance. Besides, it's Croc. His plan is probably to just throw them at my head." Again, Oracle sighed, this time less subtly.

Dinah picked up her pace, moving as quickly as she could without alerting Croc to her presence as she raced after him. It was more than a little odd that the guy would destroy a lab - okay, destroying it was expected, but stealing anything from it in the first place seemed out of the ordinary. Croc wasn't known for being among the criminal genius element of the city. More often than not he was the hired muscle for those with more cerebral talents, so it was probably a safe assumption that he was working for someone. If that was indeed the case, she would be better off following him until he led her back to whoever was running the show.