Robin vs. Killer Croc

Robin naturally noticed the two women by his side. As a successor to the Batman, he also had a chivalrous demeanor. He shouted loudly, "Don't come up, I can handle him."

Hearing him say that, Thea felt much more at ease. In truth, she had no intention of going up to help. This Killer Croc, who knows where he came from, had a particularly disgusting slime-like thing on his scales that made her feel uncomfortable just looking at him.

Selina, who grew up in the slums, could tolerate it to a certain extent, but just now, when the wind direction shifted slightly, a stench blew towards her from the direction of the two combatants. Caught off guard, Selina quickly moved to the side to avoid it. It was too smelly! She was called Catwoman and although she wasn't as sensitive as a cat, her senses of sight and smell were extremely acute. This sudden stench almost made her vomit out her lunch.

The two women exchanged a meaningful glance, unexpectedly finding that neither of them had any intention of rushing in. They both secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking, 'It's not that they're afraid of getting dirty or smelly; they're just trying to maintain Robin's masculine dignity. If Robin doesn't want them to get involved, they won't go.'

It was as if history was repeating itself, with the two women watching from the sidelines just like they did when they watched Batman battle Lady Shiva. They stood with their arms crossed, occasionally making comments.

Robin didn't know the inner thoughts of the two women. Although he shouted for them not to interfere, he was secretly hoping they would rush forward to help. He didn't have a blocked nose, but after smelling the stench for ten minutes, his nose was almost numb. He thought that after shouting, the two heroes would rush over to help regardless.

But to his surprise, the two women obediently stood aside and watched. What was going on? Robin was a bit puzzled. Selina was always compassionate; she wouldn't just stand by and watch someone die. Was the problem with the girl from Starling City? Is the crime rate in Starling City so low because everyone is so honest? Did they really follow orders so obediently?

Robin had always believed that Gothamites said one thing and did another, which he found very disagreeable as someone with a straightforward nature. But today, the behavior of the Starling City native caught him off guard. He unexpectedly missed Gotham's cunning ways. Truly, there's no place like home. Even the Gothamites have their merits.

Unaware that her actions had labeled Starling City as honest, Thea was also thinking about how to deal with this enemy who carried a stench aura. But after thinking about it repeatedly, she couldn't come up with a good idea. Perhaps this was the nemesis of female heroes. Not to mention herself, even Supergirl and Wonder Woman wouldn't dare to engage him in close combat, right?

Watching the slime-covered Killer Croc, every time Robin's staff hit him, a lot of indescribable substances splattered everywhere. Would Wonder Woman dare to use her lasso? Would she dare to use her sword? Unless she's ready to replace them with new ones!The best way to deal with this guy would be to shoot a freezing arrow from afar, freeze him into a big ice block, and then bury him deep underground. It would be safe and reassuring, and it would save him from polluting the air. Perhaps the slime on his body could even promote plant growth?

Thea felt more and more disgusted the more she thought about it. While she was lost in her thoughts, the outcome of the battle had already been determined. Robin dislocated one of Killer Croc's left hands with a joint lock, or should she call it a left claw? He then tried to throw the enemy out with a shoulder throw, but he miscalculated the enemy's weight and his own strength.

The throw was only half completed.. While he did manage to throw the enemy out, it lacked force. Whether Killer Croc was scared or naturally timid, he didn't seize the opportunity to counterattack. Instead, he jumped into the lake like a streak of smoke.

When he swam to the center of the lake and resurfaced from water to taunt Robin, the sound coming from his mouth was unlike human speech; it sounded more like some incomprehensible roar.

It wouldn't be appropriate for the two women to continue watching. They quickly walked towards Robin, but after a few steps, they both stopped simultaneously. There was no way around it; Robin also smelled now, especially after that last shoulder throw, which got him covered in all sorts of mess. His previously black and red tight-fitting suit was now covered in white and green goo, making it even more disgusting.

Thea gestured to Selina, implying that she wasn't familiar with him, so she, being his teammate, should go and talk to him. At the same time, she couldn't help but think mischievously that if Robin didn't wash himself at least eight times, Barbara would definitely not let him in the house.

Selina couldn't blame Thea for not being loyal; after all, this was her teammate. It was a bit excessive for her to stand so far away. Holding her nose, she approached him to strike up a conversation.

Like Batman, Robin appeared to be considerate to women on the surface, but in reality, he just didn't know how to talk to them. Seeing him following Barbara silently every day, one could tell that he was just a big boy who was honest to the point of being almost taciturn.

So, even if the two women were just watching from the sidelines, or even if they were to kick him while he was down or stab him in the back, he would only ask why and if there was some reason behind it, rather than retaliate.

"Are you injured?" Selina tried hard to block her sense of smell, convincing herself she smelled nothing, and recalled the delicious taste of fried fish, grilled fish, and pan-fried fish and so on.

"No, I'm fine," Robin replied, still feeling pumped from the fight. He didn't realize that many substances were clinging to him. He just felt like the stench was still lingering near his nostrils. He wondered if his nose was damaged. He would have to find a doctor to check him out when he got back. Superheroes don't have health insurance, so if there's a problem with their bodies, they need to seek treatment early.

Seeing Killer Croc hadn't gone far and was now taunting him from the water, it made him a bit angry. It wasn't just Thea; the Bat-Family wasn't good at water battles either. Except for Aquaman, superheroes didn't have the habit of underwater combat.

So when encountering such a guy, there wasn't much he could do except try to lure him onto land.

"If you're so capable, come up here, I'll kill you with one hand!"  Robin taunted, trying to provoke the other party to come out.

"If you're so capable, come down here, I'll make you regret it!" Killer Croc wasn't stupid. Even ordinary people have a certain level of intelligence. Seeing the two women standing a bit far away but still in a flanking position, he realized that if he couldn't even beat Robin, there was no way he was going up there to seek death.

Then they entered a war of words. "You come down!" "You come up." "If you're so tough, come down here." "If you're so capable, come up here!"

After five minutes of back and forth, it became clear that neither side was going to outwit the other. Killer Croc wasn't falling for it, calmly floating on the water's surface. At the same time, his stubbornness grew. He thought to himself that even if Robin had help, he wasn't afraid in the water, and he wasn't going out there, no matter what. He would try to make Robin as angry as possible!

Just as the standoff continued, the sound of a motorcycle approaching rapidly could be heard from afar.