Later Alligator

*Yaaaaaaawn*

Satoru Gojo gave an audible and long yawn as he dodged a wild haymaker by side stepping it, slightly extending his right foot the owner of the attack promptly lost his balance as he triped over his extended foot.

Gojo remained idle as the man scrambled back to his feet, a fierce glare in his eye as he lunged at the teen again. Leisurely Gojo dodged a right hook, then a left punch and once more a sloppy kick.

"Look at him go folks! Brian's attacks are as fierce as ever but Geto still dodges and weaves through his attacks with no small amount of ease!" The announcers voice resounded as the crowd cheered.

Gojo rolled his eye's beneath the bandages that coverd them as he continued dodging the meaningless attacks of the burly man infont of him. Discovering illegal fighting rings were surprisingly easy. Just ask or beat up the right people for the information, and then viola. The one he was at currently at was, shit.

The air was thick with a stale and musty smell, showing how poorly ventilated the space was. There were no windows, and the only source of light in the area came from a few flickering bulbs hanging above the center ring. The ring itself was a dilapidated structure, worn down by years of use and the harsh environment. The ropes were frayed and sagging, and the floor was sticky with sweat, blood, and other bodily fluids. The corners of the ring were caked with mud and debris, and the apron had tears and holes in it.

The surrounding area around the ring was made up of old, creaky wooden bleachers and rusted metal folding chairs, all arranged haphazardly around the ring's perimeter and occupied by various people all screaming and cheering.  The walls of the fighting ring area was made of worn out bricks, with areas that have crumbled away already. Graffiti was scrawled across the walls, describing fights that took place years ago or as advertisements to attract new fighters.

He entered under the alias Geto ( Creative I know), and had quite the few fights under his belt already. And he grew popular as despite being 'blind' he was untouchable. Luckily the bandages that coverd the upper regions of his face served their purpose of keeping female attention away from himself. Barring that he wanted the full experience of fighting. So no infinity and minor use of Curse Energy. But six eye's wasn't something he could deactivate, even wearing bandages over his eye's he could still 'see'. And his perception was still boosted, not to the level of what it would be without any eye coverage.

So he was untouchable. Most opponents he went up against were laughably easy, he did not even need to use the bare minimum of Cursed Energy to strengthen himself.

Gojo stared at his latest opponent. A rather large man standing over 5ft tall, he was dressed in a tank top and baggy jeans with heavy boots. There was nothing really remarkable about the man other then he was panting and slightly swearing. Gojo had only been dodging and not attacking yet the man was already out of breath.

The man threw another predictable punch towards him with his clenched right fist. Again Gojo dodged by leaning to the side slightly, clenching his own fist it shot forward. It collided against the man's cheek as his vision shook, yet Gojo was not done there. A quick jab to the man's stomach and he kneeled over as the air got knocked out of his lungs. Mercilessly Gojo continued his assault as he gripped the man by the face before bringing it down into his knee, blood flew from his now broken nose as he stumbled backwards. And then he promptly fell to the ground with an audible thud.

"And that folks is another wrap for Getooooooo the untouchable!" The announcers loud voice carried through the air as Gojo resisted another eyeroll upon hearing his nickname. Loud cheers rang out as the announcers word's were heard.

And thus the rather mundane fight was concluded.

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Man these fights were such incredible bores. I'm 100% sure I'd have a more entertaining time watching paint dry, most of the guy's were just some large dude's who put all their confidence in their size. Compared to me they might as well have been amateurs in fighting. That's saying much as I myself wasn't that good a fighter, though atleast I made a decent amount of cash. But still I wish I'd get atleast a half decent fight.

I mean I'm no battle maniac but I really want to test my skills against in expert. No Cursed Energy involved, I wanna see how far I could go. But who is the best Martial Artist in DC? Lady Shiva maybe? Richard Dragon? Cassandra Cain? If I fought either of those three without using any techniques or Cursed Energy in general then I'd lose horribly.

Honestly there was no need to improve my martial prowess. Those three were formidable but I could kill them, barring the involvement of comic book logic and plot armor. But that felt irksome, I didn't want to be weak in one field. I wanted to be strong, in both something like Martial Arts and Cursed Techniques. Hell, that's why I started working out too. Relying on my power would do me no favours.

Though still how am I suppose to get better when all I have to work with are overweight snobs who can't even throw a proper punch? What a drag, but on to other news.

As for my 'business' thing's have been well. After the job I did for Sally I got a decent amount of offers, all ranging from people wanting me to protect them, to people wanting me to beat someone's ass, can you believe it? No thirsty ladies. But maybe that fact had to do with me switching to bandages. So there was that.

Currently I was busy with quite the odd job.

"So, lemme get this straight. You want me to kill a giant crocodile man?" I asked the dead-eyed women seated infront of me.

"That's no man! It's a damn monster!" The women corrected in a shrill voice.

"Right. Anyway I won't ask why you want to kill the crocodile man." I could only guess why, certain Killer Croc interpretations were less savoury than other's. And judging by the absurd amount of photos in this apartment of a little girl who happens to look alot like her, I could hazard a guess.

"Yes, I'll pay any price! If money's not enough then I'll even use my bo-"

"Please don't finish that sentence." I really rather not hear it, *sigh* despite me covering my face like this I'm still wanted by women even the grieving one's. Damn what a curse to be this good looking. "Anyhow, know where I can find Killer Croc?" The womens expression turned to a dejected look upon hearing my word's.

"N-no, I don't know where that monster hides. But I heard he frequents the Gotham's sewer system, but I'm really not sure." Sewers? Of course.

"Right them, I'll let you know if I catch the overgrown crocodile." The women merely nodded with a distant look in her eye's.

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Never a dull moment in this city. Standing atop a buidling Batgirl stared at the limp and tied up form of Firefly, his full suit of body armor was chipped in several places, his jetpack connected to his flamethrower was renederd useless. Even if most of Gothams more notable criminals were behind bars that did not mean that the city was safe, far from it. Even someone like Firefly posed a great threat. With the help of Oracle she was luckily able to intercept the fire arsonists before he burnt the better half of Gotham to the ground.

It was frightening how destructive he could be when he put his demented mind to it. Not to mention the sheer amount of casualties that could occure due to him. She had been fighting crime for awhile now yet still she found it out of her grasp. That is why these people do what they do. Sure some make their motives known, but she could not comprehend why other's would actively hurt or kill.

She herself had been bred to be a weapon. To do naught but kill and kill without asking any questions. She did not accept this fate, she did not want it and she fought for change. Then she gained it, she did not have to be a weapon. She did not need to be the person her mother or father wanted her to be. She chose to walk a path to actively avoid killing, to avoid being a monster.

Yet other's did not, they revelled in killing and enjoyed it.

Batgirl sighed as she shook her head to rid herself of the thoughts. But then something caught her eye, something in far distance. A bright blue light illuminated somewhere deep in the city. Gotham being as dark as ever, made the sight extremely hard to miss. She frowned beneath her mask as she glanced at Firefly, GCPD dispatch should already be on their way. She should be able to investigate what happend there. Hopefully it was just some light show.

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[MOMENT'S EARLIER]

"Damn, this place is stanky." Gojo remarked as he held a hand infront his nose.

He suspected the sewers of Gotham City wouldn't exactly have a savoury smell, but he underestimated how bad it could be. The sewer system of Gotham was rather absurdly large.

It was a dark and damp underground environment. The walls and ceilings of the tunnel were made of brick and were stained with grime and dirt. The ground was made of a mixture of concrete and dirt, and was covered in a layer of slimy slime that made it slippery and treacherous to walk on.

The tunnels were divided into different sections, each serving a different purpose. Some tunnels were designed for drainage, while others were used to carry waste materials. These different sections were easily identified based on the types of pipes and equipment that were present inside.

The sewer system was filled with the sounds of flowing water, echoing footsteps of Gojo, and the faint hum of machinery. The air was thick with the smell of sewage, which could be overpowering at times. The lighting inside the sewer system was dim, and in some areas, there was no light at all.

The running dirty water that divides the pathways was deep, surprisingly so. Either way he had been walking through the sewage system for some time now yet he found no trace of Killer Croc. Surprising, seeing as his target was an overgrown crocodile man.

Now why was it that Satoru went through the trouble of searching for Killer Croc? Simple such a fine testing dummy could not be thrown to waste. In Gotham the heavy hitters and physically superior would be Bane and Killer Croc. The former he wouldn't bother searching as he had no idea where to even begin searching. But the latter he had some semblance of a clue. But back to the testing dummy, he wanted to see how he'd fair against him by reinforcing himself with Cursed Energy.

Not to mention he wanted to properly use Blue on something. Normal human's were out, well an Amplified Blue was a literal miniature Black Hole. So he mostly used the bare minimum of Blue. Mostly to pull his enemies to him. But barring that teleportation came along swimmingly atleast, of course the action had its noticeable limits.

"Hm? The man, the myth and the legend himself appears!" Gojo announced all too loudly and giddily as he saw the violent stirring of the dirty water, only for something large to leap out of it. Said large thing landed a few meters infront of the blindfolded boy.

Gojo stared at the large muscular humanoid with the appearance of a crocodile.

His skin was was rough and scaly, with a green and grayish hue. He had a pronounced snout with a mouth full of sharp teeth, and his eyes were a glaring yellow.

Killer Croc was large as in several feet taller than Gojo himself, with a powerful build and long, muscular arms. He had large, clawed hands and feet, with sharp talons that could easily tear through flesh and bone maybe even stone and sturdier materials. He also had a row of spikes and plates on his back and tail, further emphasizing his menacing appearance.

Killed Croc took a prolonged sniff at the air as his menacing eye's zeroed in on Gojo, a grin seemed to etch itself onto the creatures face as he spoke in a deep grating voice that reverberated through the sewers.

"How nice." It snarled. "It seems dinner has come me." Upon hearing those disturbing word's Gojo merely sighed.

"Here I was hoping you'd be one of the nice Croc's..." The boy mutterd.

Yet Killer Croc did not care for his confusing word's. No,  the monster's right arm shot forward with surprising speed, its lanky fingers along with the razor sharp claws whistled through the air intent on skewering the boy before him. But his claws merely cut through nothing but air, the boy was no long there. Instead the mutated monster heard a voice behind him.

"....you know like the one who looked after hobo's?" How the boy suddenly appeared behind him, he did not know. But he did not care either. So the villains tail violently swung at the idle Gojo.

Though he did not remain idle long as his right arm shot up and gripped onto his tail with no small amount of force.

"Right then, you're quite rude attacking me like this, you know? For that I'll be revoking your tail privileges."

"GRHAAAAAAA!!!" A strange cross between a blood-curdling scream and roar exited Killer Croc's jagged mouth as a searing pain ripped through his rear. The cause of his pain? His tail being ripped off of his body as if it were a bandade, Gojo threw the overly large appendage to the side as Killer Croc collapsed to his knees, writhing in pain as blood poured out from the stub where his tail used to be.

Gojo tilted his head at the scene as if confused.

"Man, I didn't expect you to be this...weak." Hearing his word's a snarl escaped Croc's mouth as he spun around in one swift motion, the pain along with fresh fury engulfing the villain.

"BASTARD!! YOU'LL PAY!" Simultaneously his left arm swung in a downwards arc, his claws on full display as he intended to slice his target apart into fine pieces. The momentum of his strike continued even after the boy quite literally vanished in thin air. His hand collided with the ground, the force immense enough to break apart the concrete. Before he could even think of taking his next action he felt a hand placed on his side.

"Let's go play in a less crampy area, whaddya say?" Gojo did not wait for a response it seems as Killer Croc felt his entire body strangely contort as his vision spun, blurred and went black simultaneously.

The air was suddenly much cleared, and he could hear the rhythmic waves of the sea. Confusion and bewilderment gripped the villain, he was suddenly at what appeared to be the docks. The damp and closed in space of the sewers was nowhere to be seen, instead the large humanoid took in the sight of various unoccupied cargo ships lined up on the water, whilst a large warehouse stood at the side. The area was litterd with various labeld containers all spread about with no effort put in, in positioning them. There was no one nearby either, the place was surprisingly quiet.

The abomination of a man might've been confused longer had Gojo not dug his heel into Killer Croc's side. Despite his tough exterior the kick sunk into his flesh like tofu, blood involuntarily spilled from his mouth as his jagged and clawed feet left the ground. What followed was the comedic sight of the large monster hurtling through the air like a paper bag in an intense wind, though his journey in the air came to a quick end when he crashed against one of the many containers.

The large container received a large dent in it as his back sunk into it, his hard exterior prevented any damage yet the pain from the kick remained.

Killer Croc looked down at his side, where the kick landed. The portion of his scales were weirdly caved in and bloodied.

"C'mon, c'mon. You can't keep being a punching bag! Where's your motivation!?" The boy mocked and Killer Croc grit his teeth as he glared at him. And then he charged forward, despite his large size he appeared before the boy in record time. He clenched both his scaly fist tightly, not worrying about injuring himself with his claws. Then he slammed his arm's downwards with the force of a heavy hammer, but Gojo had alredy stared moving. He bent his legs slightly and leaped into the air at an impressive height. A feat easy achieved my focusing Cursed Energy in the legs and then simultaneously letting that energy compile and combust. Effectively making him a human rocket.

As for Killer Croc's attack, his fist collided with the ground with a heavy bang. A small crator formed on the ground as remnants of it were sent flying, Croc stared upwards just in time to see to boy impossibly manuvering in the air, adjusting his body to preform a right kick. His leg became a blur not even Killer Croc could follow, it collided with the villains face and a loud noise rang out, as if an artillery shell had been fired. Even a small pressure was generated like a small shockwave.

Croc's vision went unsteady as both his body and head violently swung to the side under the pressure of the kick, yet somehow he managed to keep his footing and not topple over.

"Nice, nice." He heard clapping in the distance, somehow the boy was standing further away from him. Killer Croc had not even heard him move. "But you're quite the boring testing dummy, I'm not even reinforcing my strength that much and your already on your last leg."

"Y-You imp! I'll crush your bones and feast on you flesh!" Croc bellowed yet Gojo's response was to chuckle as if he found something amusing.

"Sure, sure. But luckily for you my precious testing dummy, there's still something I wanna try." Gojo brought both his hands infont of his chest, his left hovered low while his right high.

"Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue."