Gotham's evil was endless.
Penguin wanted profit. Scarecrow wanted to satisfy his twisted desires through other people's fear. They invited Killer Croc to join their "show." What they hadn't expected was that, during this time, Killer Croc had met a little fish from the East.
"I don't like pointless killing, and I want to be your enemy even less."
In truth, while Killer Croc could hardly be called kind by nature, he was certainly no indiscriminate killer. Given the choice, he would rather stay in his Underground Palace for good, sleeping after he ate and playing when he woke.
Perhaps because of what he had suffered as a child, Killer Croc preferred living alone. But he took in abused, homeless children. He converted a reservoir into the "Underground Shelter" and scavenged clean old clothes for the children. He ate the fish he caught raw, but would build a fire especially to cook theirs.
He would crouch beside the sewage and teach the children to catch fish by hand, keeping his claws carefully tucked away for fear of scratching them. At night, he blocked the entrance to his den with his body to keep bad people out. When he heard a child crying, he would clumsily bring over a discarded old toy in his jaws.
He knew the children would one day fend for themselves. He sheltered them when they needed protection, and after they left, he would lie beside the water, staring at his reflection in a long daze.
He killed child abusers without mercy, but even if innocent people threw stones at him, the most he would do was glare viciously at them-even though he knew a light swipe of his claws could slit their throats.
He wasn't obsessed with becoming some "boss" who ruled over everyone. He only