"So what the hell are you, anyway?"
Killer Croc, who had already received emergency treatment and was covered in bandages, sat cross-legged on the ground, staring in bewilderment at the bizarre thing before him.
After the crisis erupted, Gotham had essentially been divided into two zones: aboveground and underground.
Aboveground, The Flash was in charge of rescuing people, and the vast majority of residents had evacuated safely.
But the underground areas, especially the tangled maze of sewers, were too dangerous and unfamiliar for The Flash, who barely knew the city and had only made his debut less than three months ago.
If he rushed in blindly, not only would he struggle to save anyone, he might get hurt himself. It simply wasn't worth the risk.
So the underground areas had been left to Killer Croc. As the Sewer King, he knew the place inside out and quickly rescued most of the people there.
As time passed, however, the sewers grew increasingly dangerous, especially with those plants that had just been chasing him. He had nearly gotten himself killed several times.
Just now, he had run into them again during another patrol. In his frantic escape, he hadn't looked closely; he had spotted something humanoid in front of him and scooped it up along the way.
Now that they were safe, though, the more he looked at this thing, the less right it seemed.
"Um... um... would you believe me if I said I was a harmless little Pokémon?"
Standing before Killer Croc, Zaragu looked as frail as a blade of wild grass. His legs shook uncontrollably as he forced out a trembling smile that looked worse than a death grimace.
He didn't dare speak so much as half a word of truth. If the guy in front of him found