Mount Justice – April 10, 2011 – 1:25 PM
Kid Flash entered the cave calmly, wearing his black suit with dark green, walking as he looked for someone specific.
"I'm here," Robin's voice was heard, and Kid Flash moved closer to his friend's side.
"Alright, what's so important?" Kid Flash asked his friend.
"Batman will be leaving Gotham for three days to take care of some things, and he left me in charge," Robin commented.
"Well done, buddy," he congratulated him with a smile.
"Yeah, but I'd like some support," Robin said with a bit of embarrassment at asking for help on his first solo mission.
"Hey," Kid Flash put a hand on Robin's shoulder. "You can always count on me, buddy," he said with a smile, and Robin returned the smile.
"Thanks. We patrol starting at 10 PM," Robin told him, and Kid Flash nodded.
"I'll be there, buddy," he said as he headed toward the kitchen.
Watchtower
"You're leaving Gotham alone?" Flash asked Batman.
"No. Robin and Kid Flash are patrolling in my name. They should be able to handle low-level criminals," Batman commented, not giving the matter much importance.
"Why that face?" Batman asked Flash.
"With Wally's luck, I doubt it'll be that simple," Flash commented calmly as he walked away.
Gotham – April 11, 2011 – 2:55 AM
(How the hell did I end up with this?) Kid Flash wondered as he pulled out his trench knives and gripped them tightly while staring at his opponent, Killer Croc. The Crocodile Man, standing 2.32 meters tall, looked like he weighed over 300 kilos—almost 400.
Both of them were at the entrance to Gotham's sewers.
"Oh, at last I'll taste what a speedster tastes like," Killer Croc commented with a toothy grin, growling at Kid Flash, who held his stare against the villain.
"Well, you'll keep dreaming about tasting my delicious flavor, because you won't," Kid Flash replied as he got into a fighting stance. "I'll make myself a crocodile-skin wallet," he added seriously.
"We'll see, kid," Killer Croc growled as he leapt at Kid Flash with his jaws wide open.
Kid Flash didn't waste time. Running at full speed, he drove his right fist—reinforced by the edge of his knife—into Killer Croc's abdomen. With his speed and strength, he launched Killer Croc out of the sewer and up to the surface.
"Looks like it'll be a quiet early morning," a rookie officer commented.
"Never say that, kid," the older officer replied. The rookie was about to say something, but both of them watched as Killer Croc burst through the ground and crashed onto a car.
"That's not Killer Croc," the rookie said, recognizing the crocodile villain.
"It is. Call for backup," the veteran ordered as he grabbed his weapon and got out of the car.
"Better get back in the car," Kid Flash said as he emerged from the sewer.
"Kid, I've lived my whole life in this God-forsaken city. A kid isn't going to tell me to run," the officer replied.
"That guy can kill you with a single hit. Your weapons won't pierce his skin. Right now you're becoming an obstacle. Fall back and let those with powers fight those with powers," Kid Flash declared, knives in hand, as Killer Croc stood up.
"You hit harder than I thought, kid," Killer Croc growled.
"That's Killer Croc," a kid said from the apartment buildings.
"Who's he fighting?" a neighbor asked. Gotham's civilians were more than used to fights between heroes and villains, day or night.
"You think you can fight me and protect these people?" Killer Croc asked with a grin. Kid Flash said nothing.
In less than two seconds, Killer Croc's head smashed into the sidewalk from the merciless punch Kid Flash landed. The chatter among the people stopped.
"You should worry more about yourself than about others—that's my job," Kid Flash advised.
"Savitar!" Robin shouted as he arrived at the scene.
"Everything's under control for now. Keep the police away—I don't need cannon fodder," Savitar commented as he stepped away from Killer Croc when the latter tried to bite his leg.
"Diable Jambe," Savitar murmured before slamming his flaming right leg into his opponent's face, making him taste the pavement again.
Unknown Location
"I told you he's not like other heroes," Deathstroke said as he watched the battle between Savitar and Killer Croc. Cheshire said nothing, only watching the fight with interest—the speedster kid was being ruthless with Killer Croc.
"Do you think he'll win?" she asked the older mercenary with curiosity.
"He will," Deathstroke stated calmly.
"What an interesting kid," Sportmaster declared beside his daughter.
Gotham
Killer Croc spat blood from his mouth and glared with animal fury at his opponent—the kid who was mocking him. He was being treated like a punching bag. He was the killer crocodile; children were scared of his name.
"Don't get up. We both know the outcome of our fight. Save yourself the humiliation," Savitar said calmly. Robin watched his friend's back, making sure no one interfered in the fight.
"Don't think you're such a big deal, brat, just because you landed a couple of hits," Killer Croc growled as he stood up, towering over Savitar. At only 1.74 meters tall, Savitar was far shorter than Croc's 2.32 meters.
"You're big—so what? I can still make you taste the ground, Goliath. I'm Davis," Savitar said with a smile.
Growling, Killer Croc tried to bite his opponent again. To Savitar, his opponent's movements were nothing more than brute strength. So slow, he thought calmly as he dodged the enraged crocodile's jaws.
"Diable Jambe," he murmured as he slammed his flaming right leg down onto his opponent's head, creating a small crater and drawing a groan from Killer Croc.
"As I said, we both know the result of this fight. Surrender now," Savitar suggested calmly, then jumped to avoid Killer Croc's tail.
"That's dangerous," he commented in a bored, drawn-out tone.
The neighbors talked among themselves.
"Did you see that? He's beating him like it's nothing," one excited kid said.
"Yeah, I saw it—he's beating him like it's nothing," another replied just as excited.
"Not even the Bat can do that," said another kid their age.