Croc’s tongue slid over his lips as the stench of fear began to fill his nostrils. Harley was someone that he’d never really been that bothered about, he’d heard about her once or twice, but there was nothing to attract his attention. It was more her boyfriend that he wanted to rip apart, but his chance was gone.
His eyes trailed to the hyenas as they growled at him, returning a loud roar of his own.
“I’m here for the clowns stuff.” he said simply, his eyes moving back to her.
“It’s time for Killer Croc to take the city.”
Harley couldn’t help wincing at Croc’s roar, Penn and Teller yelping in fear and diving under the bed. So much for them protecting her in situations like this.
At his announcement, she couldn’t help a small snort of derision. He had a lot of gall thinking he could just swan in here and start picking through the ashes of their empire, (sure, Joker had built a lot of it up before they’d ever even met, but she’d always view it as such). She was just surprised the other villains hadn’t moved in already with the power gap at the top of Gotham’s criminal food chain.
“In case ya didn’t notice on your way in here Croc, there ain’t exactly anythin’ worth stealin’ in this place any more,” she replied, “Hell, we ain’t even used the funhouse as a proper hideout since before Mistah J took over the asylum, and anythin’ that was useful, we had Penguin smuggle into Arkham City. And all of that went up with the Steel Mill.”
Of course, that wasn’t completely true. Harley was aware of plenty of other places - as well as a few bank accounts - where Joker had stashed anything he viewed as remotely useful. But she wasn’t going to give up that information willingly. She’d rather die first.
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