"I'm here to find someone."
At the big guy's question, Miaomiao answered obediently.
Killer Croc scoffed. "Looking for someone in the sewers? Apart from me, a notorious Arkham patient, all you'll find here are penniless vagrants driven into a corner by life, and orphans who've been mocked, shunned, and bullied until they can't survive anymore. Who are you looking for?"
"I might have come to the wrong place," Miaomiao said. "I don't know her name. She's a pretty lady with long red hair and green eyes. She's beautiful, gentle, and kind. She wears a green outfit with plant patterns on it, and she can control plants."
Killer Croc's expression was quite a sight.
Red hair, green eyes, pretty lady... isn't that Poison Ivy? Since when did that woman make friends with a pampered kid who obviously came from a rich family?
Beautiful, gentle, and kind? Fine, beautiful, but gentle and kind... no, this definitely isn't Poison Ivy. Probably some woman with the same hair and eye color.
Wait! Clothes with plant patterns? Controlling plants?
That's freaking Poison Ivy!
Killer Croc's features twitched, though his thick scales made it hard to tell. Poison Ivy? Gentle? Kind? Good grief, I'm going to die laughing! Since when did either of those words have anything to do with that woman?
"Little Croc, are you laughing? Why?"
"What are you talking about? I'm not laughing... wait!" Killer Croc caught on. His face darkened, and he opened his jaws wide to roar, "Don't call me Little Croc! I'm Killer Croc! Killer! Croc!"
Miaomiao nodded obediently. "Okay, Little Croc."
Killer Croc: (▼ヘ▼#)...
A kid this fragile wouldn't survive one swipe of my claws. Can't smack her!
"Anyway, the person you're looking for isn't here. And a word of warning: that woman who controls plants isn't a good