A reptilian humanoid in a trench coat sits at a fast-food table filled with burgers and fries, while a masked man with a rifle stands behind the counter. A bird is perched near a window.

“First day out of Arkham. You know what that means…TIME TO SLURP UP SOME BURGERS!” says Killer Croc. He sits in McDonald’s with twenty Big Macs, vanilla shake and a small fry. Meal of champs for the green bastard. Before he can begin eating, a gun clicks behind his head. “Nice meal…mind if I take a gander?” It’s Michael Peri with a desert eagle. Killer Croc whimpers and says, “Look pal, I’m a changed man, or lizard, I don’t want any trouble.” Michael hovers his hands over the stacks of Big Macs like it’s a warm fire, “Still warm,” he mutters. Michael aims the desert eagle at killer croc and says, “I’m gonna need those fries and shake, bub. Or else, you’ll be sleeping with the fishes.” Michael takes both the shake and fries. Killer Croc goes, “Can’t even afford a small fry and shake? Man, times sure have changed…” Suddenly, Killer Croc notices an orange tip on the end of Michael’s gun. “Hey! That’s a you!” Michael, with fries stuffed in his mouth, panics and runs out the store. With fries in his mouth, he goes, “I am the night!” See more