Another day, another...aww, t'hell wi'dit.

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Large, green, scaly, scowling, that's the distinct and typical manner of Waylon Jones, known better to Gotham as Killer Croc. His attitude is rarely sunny, and this evening his temper is burying the needle, past murderous rage.

He just feels the need for mayhem.

Quitting the sewers via a manhole near Fittany's Jewelers, he cracks his knuckles and ponders the best way into the bank, beyond the usual M.O. of busting in the window, yanking out some iron bars, and hoping that the schmuck security guard wants to come out and play.

There's gotta be a better way for a guy to make money and get his homicidal freak on in this lousy town.

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Muttering something about women and the death of him, Bruce leans forward, resting his forehead on the palm of his hand, pausing there for a moment's rest. "Don't screw around with this, Dinah. Dangerous times out there," he warns before resuming his reading. And his coughing.

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Instantly Alfred is at his side. "A cave is not precisely a safe place for you, sir," he warns.

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"That's something along the lines of what I said."

Selina shakes her head, "C'mon dark and broody. Let's get you some soup and sleep."

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"Time for me to fly," Dinah notes. "Get well soon, Bruce. Otherwise I'll have to hurt you."

And with that, she bounds up the stairs.