A Golden Opportunity

Although Barbara's strength was somewhat lacking, this little strength would usually be insufficient to counteract Killer Croc's immense weight, let alone pull him. However, Barbara chose her timing very cleverly, catching him off guard.

"Huh?"  Killer Croc, who was chasing after Robin, suddenly had his right leg entangled by the whip, causing his advancing steps to falter.

A perfect opportunity! Selina, who had been hiding for a while, saw the opening created by her teammates and didn't hesitate.  She immediately leaped up and, in the blink of an eye, shot out two throwing knives aimed directly at Killer Croc's unguarded eyes. At the same time, she whipped out her own long whip and wrapped it around his left leg. This was the unromantic gift from the stoic Batman during their dates, which, to be honest, turned out to be quite useful. 

Robin had taken quite a few punches from Killer Croc's previous barrage, and although he protected his vital areas, his body still felt sore all over. This guy was too strong, and the protective suit only provided a certain degree of protection; bruises on his body were inevitable.

Seeing the two teammates restraining the enemy's movements, he didn't dare to slack off. He knew that their efforts to subdue Killer Croc were partly to save face in front of outsiders. Being the only man in the team at the moment, he couldn't lose to the girls.

With a swift step, he maneuvered behind Killer Croc and delivered a punch to the back of his neck. The team's principle was not to kill, and Robin currently had no intention of changing that. Although he didn't understand how such a guy could contribute to society, he still had to adhere to Batman's rules. Knocking out the enemy seemed like a perfect resolution to Robin.

A strong blow to the back of the neck would indeed knock out a normal person. This scene often appeared in movies and TV shows, where the protagonist or antagonist would knock someone out with a blow to the back of their head while hiding behind a door. There was some artistic embellishment here, but the principle was correct. Trained individuals familiar with human anatomy could achieve it, and Robin was confident in his skills. However, he didn't expect this confidently executed blow to have an unexpected effect.

Was Killer Croc a normal person? Emotionally, he felt quite normal himself. Rolling in the mud for fun, catching a few small fish and shrimp for breakfast, wasn't this life normal? He had seen many women smear mud on their faces, something called seaweed mud? They said it was quite expensive, what a joke. He couldn't see any difference between that mud and the sludge in his own sewer.

There was also a time when he kept his distance and saw some people celebrating eating something called Sushi which was raw fish. Seeing them, he casually threw a few fish down to them, not knowing if they ate them or not.

Through continuous contact with human society, the Killer Croc didn't feel like there was anything wrong with his way of life. Besides looking different from humans, he saw no other differences. This made him feel even more convinced that he was fine!

But was that really the case? In Arkham, there were many people shouting, "I'm not sick, I'm not crazy," but the fact was that these people were all crazy. The more they shouted like this, the more severe and incurable their illness was.  In contrast, those who quietly ponder the patrol routines of the guards are the ones who are not crazy.

The Killer Croc was just like these people who shouted that they were still human, but in reality, he was no longer human. Physiologically, the genetic gap between him and humans was as wide as two streets. If his current rate of degeneration and atavism were not stopped, theoretically, twenty years later, he would become a humanoid crocodile who only knew how to kill.

Of course, all of this was still far off. Regardless of what he would become in the future, his first priority was to get out of the current crisis. With both legs of Killer Croc entangled by the two women, Robin already behind him, gathering all his strength, he delivered a fierce punch to the back of his neck.

"Ah!" The imagined scene of the enemy falling to the ground, receiving the admiring gazes of the women, and marrying Barbara to reach the pinnacle of life, none of it happened. Robin looked a bit dumbfounded as he watched Killer Croc clutching his head and rolling on the ground. The two women had to retract their whips to avoid getting dragged in, and they could only watch from a distance.

This didn't look like someone about to lose consciousness at all. Could it be that his martial arts had deteriorated so much that he couldn't even land such a simple blow properly? Robin's expression turned a bit unpleasant.

Even more displeased than Robin was the Killer Croc. He suffered because of his large body and somewhat sluggish reflexes. When he realized that Robin had circled around behind him, he was a step too slow, so he didn't manage to evade the punch.

Normally, if a regular person were hit by Robin's punch, would definitely have passed out, and it would be the kind where they wouldn't wake up for three days, even if they did, they would wake up starving.

However, the Killer Croc had long ceased to be normal. His physiological structure, with age, had become almost identical to that of a crocodile. Near the spine, under the neck of a crocodile, there was a dense cluster of nerves responsible for controlling the body's balance and overall coordination.

Unfortunately, Robin struck precisely at this location. If he had a knife in his hand, the fight would have been over by now, and they would have carried the spoils back to complete the mission. However, he was fighting bare-handed. Although his strength was considerable, the crocodile's skin was renowned for its thickness. Thus, the impact of his blow wasn't enough to knock Killer Croc out; instead, it caused intense pain. The excruciating pain made even the tough-skinned Killer Croc somewhat unable to bear it, and he paid no attention to the surrounding enemies, rolling on the ground while clutching his head.

Oh, what a golden opportunity!  Seeing the enemy rolling on the ground and her teammates standing by in a daze, Thea, feeling that it was time for her to shine, didn't hesitate. Hovering ten meters in the air, controlling her Glider, she shot out like an arrow.

Flying to a distance of thirty meters from the Killer Croc, she sniffed lightly, detecting no unusual odors. Actually, she could have shot from a hundred meters away, but to avoid appearing too exceptional and considering that her teammates might have picked up various odors, Thea embraced the spirit of solidarity and chose a relatively closer distance.

Drawing out a freezing arrow, she calculated the required lead, aimed at his calf, and shot the arrow with a "whoosh." Facing these temporary teammates with hearts of saints, she didn't want to create conflicts by killing the enemy.