Trash Can Full of Star Wars Ships and Other

Ouch superbat

Multiple P.O.Vs cause I thought it was easiest for this story.

My throat was raw from screaming, my body was sticky with blood, my ears rung and any thoughts I managed were barely put together.

Please, Kal, help me...

...

I, Killer Croc, had come up with the perfect scheme.

I grinned and tapped record on the camera, it was set up to call the gotham police department and that it did. "Hi Gothams finest, if you don't want Gothams favourite billionare to become Gothams favourite corpse, I'd get a million dollars to this account." I said
"What do you mean?" Comissioner Gordon asked, I smiled and turned the camera which brought Bruce Wayne into perspective.

I stared at the screen in horror, Mr. Wayne was hanging by his cuffed hands, blood covered his body and he looked exausted, but just to emphasise his point Croc raised his claw and left a scratch mark across Mr. Waynes chest, then Croc picked up salt and through it on him for good mesure. Mr. Wayne barely reacted, his eyelids fluttered and his head fell lower.
"Beg." Croc demanded
"I... don't beg," Mr. Wayne sounded weak and pathetic but he forced his head back up a little and I admired his will.

Croc went to scratch me again and I didn't have the energy to even try to curl up or protect myself in any way. I closed my eyes when the sound of chains rattling came. My hand fell down and I don't know how but I managed to pull out my signal watch, I clicked it. I was safe now, my Kal was coming to save me...

I gasped as Croc missed. The chain holding one of Mr. Waynes arms up was broken and he reacted immediately, Mr. Wayne reached into his jacket/blazer (or what was left of it) and pulled out a signal watch. That's all he did though. "Why you-" Croc said, he cut himself off by slapping Mr. Wayne. The slap brought his face into veiw from the camera and he had clearly passed out and was unresponsive, he looked weak and he was shades paler than normal.

I woke up to a ringing noice, wha- BRUCE!

I jumped out of bed and changed into my Supersuit as quickly as I could, Bruce only ever called for help when he truely couldn't escape something or if he needed to keep up the act. I prayed it was the latter.

I flew into Gotham and searched for the sound, as I got closer I could hear his heartbeat and I froze. He was hurt, not mildly hurt, he was nearly dead. Fear filled my body, what happened? Am I too late? Who did this?

I snapped out of it, Bruce needed help not questions. I flew into a room and my eyes went to Bruce. He was limp and bloody and so much worse than normal and I could barely tell if he was breathing and- "Hi Superman, here to join your friend?" my vision went red.

I spun around and punched the guy through the roof, and honstely, I don't remember much after that. I'm not sure what I did, but suddenly I was standing in the hospital, Bruce lay in a bed next to me and a bunch of cops were anxiously guarding Crocs bed, from me I persumed. I looked at Croc distain and wished I remembered it, then I turned to Bruce which made the men (men as in personnel, there were girls in the mix) sigh in relief
"He-he's going to be fine." the doctor said as I turned to look to her "Just scarring. Although I can't speak for his mental health..." he'd be fine there too, Bruce had survived torture before, he was mentally resistant to it, used to it even, he'll be fine (even though everything in me hated the fact he walked off horrible trama almost monthly I was thankful for it) as long as he can walk away from it.

I sat there for hours waiting for Bruce to wake up, I had to leave a couple times for stuff in metropolis but I sat next to Bruce every other second. The cops kept looking at me like I was going to punch them through the ceilings, but I just stood next to Bruce until he woke up.

Bruces eyes fluttered as he opened them and his breath stuttered, he tried to sit up but the doctor gently pushed him back down.
"Kal?" his voice sounding like he had screamed it raw, and he coughed after speaking. I hated how much I had to pretend here
"Are you alright Mr. Wayne?" I asked, he looked confused, then something clicked in his eyes
"Fine Superma-" he coughed and the doctor adviced him not to talk "Metropolis?" he asked
"I suppose I should be getting back," it took everything I had to walk away from him, but I flew out thte window anyways.