Ever since Killer Croc decided to become a true "Killer Croc," it had been a very, very long time since he had truly grown close to anyone as a friend. It had been just as long since he had done delicate work like roasting little dried fish, the way an ordinary person might.
But the girl's arrival reminded him of those few warm moments from his youth, and Killer Croc wanted to give his friend something in return. Although he had always styled himself the king of the sewers, that did not change the fact that he was merely a criminal living in them. He had no gift worth offering.
What Killer Croc took the most pride in was his fighting prowess. With anyone else, he could simply ask whether they had an enemy and kill that person for them. But... Miaomiao?
Not a chance.
Though neither of them had specifically shared their life story during their time together, Killer Croc had long known that the little girl was one of the Old Bat's people. Kill someone? Was his life so comfortable that he wanted to take another trip to Arkham?
After much thought, while catching fish to eat, Killer Croc suddenly remembered the snack he had wanted most as a child-roasted little dried fish.
Killer Croc caught the fish in the deserted hours before dawn, avoiding both the patrolling police boats and the sewage outlets. He used only small wild fish from the depths of the Gotham River, tender and sweet, with few bones.
Killer Croc was huge, and he normally caught only the biggest fish. But to make snacks for the little girl, he had to catch ones under twenty centimeters long. And so catching and gutting fish, normally the simplest part, became the hardest step instead.
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