Title: What a Croc
Rating: PG
Fandom: Crossover: Batman & Yu-Gi-Oh!
Characters: Gurimo (Yu-Gi-Oh!), Killer Croc (Batman)
Summary: There were times, rare times, that Gurimo questioned Master Dartz and now was one of those times.
Word Count: 666
Author's Note: This was inspired by a conversation that I was having with KoK (KohakunoHime). I hadn't fully decided on which Batman universe it is that Gurimo's been sent to, but for now it's going to be Batman (2004 - 2008) TV show version; however, there will be times where it'll change to the Batman: Animated Series version.
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Batman and Yu-Gi-Oh! do not belong to me; I'm merely borrowing certain characters for this crack!fic, that is all.

o1: What a Croc

There were times, rare times, that Gurimo questioned Master Dartz and now was one of those times.

He knew that they did needed souls to help replenish the Leviathan, the stronger they were the better, yet it didn't make sense to him that his Master had him wandering, aimlessly, through the sewers. Did Master Dartz honestly expect for him to locate his target from down here?

Echoes, that came slipping through the cracks from above, tumbled down and pushed away the eerie silence that would consume the tunnels for small amounts of time. The scent in the air was beyond repulsive and it started to give him a headache. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Gurimo kept pushing forward, trying to ignore the way the wet materials of his robes and pants clung to his skin. It was disgusting.

Briefly, anger shot through him upon reminder that he was wearing his newest robes and leather boots before he dismissed it and told himself that it needed to be done for the good of their cause.

How and why did he get stuck with this assignment again?

… Oh, right.

Gurimo felt his scowl deepen at the memory of how Valon, their latest companion, had fallen ill due to the fact that he had purposefully left out a few food items that were meant to be refrigerated. Although, really, none of that would of happened if that pesky menace had minded his own business and not pull that ridiculous prank on him. And what did he get for it? A lecture, that's all, from Master Dartz with a warning not to do it again.

"You purposefully made one of my Swordsmen sick, Gurimo. Both of us know that you know better than to do that." Dartz's tone managed to hide most of the annoyance that he felt for the man but not all. "I was going to give this assignment to Valon, but seeing as your carelessness has made him sick, I'm giving it to you."

He gave no argument in the matter because, getting an assignment? How was that punishment? Instead he bowed, "Yes, Master Dartz."

He should have known that Master Dartz wouldn't let anyone get off that easily. If he hadn't decided to seek out his own revenge, it would be Valon in this predicament and not him. Unless… no, he decided with a dismissive thought, Master Dartz never changed the assignments that he gave out.

He continued to tread through the murky water. At times, the smell had gotten the better of him, forcing Gurimo to cover his nose with his sleeve.

But after a few more wandering something had caught his eye.

Blinking, it took him a few moments to realize what it was that had caught his attention.

And, abruptly, suddenly, he stumbled backwards.

This only seemed to entertain the large beast that stood at the other end of the tunnel, the dime light that managed to crack through from above shining down and bounced off the sharp, white talons that were teeth. Its breathing, because it really couldn't be his, was heavy as it sniffed the air and Gurimo swallowed as more of those sharp teeth were revealed. His blood ran cold as, somewhere, in the back of his mind told him that that… that… thing… wasn't human and that it was no hologram either. And more importantly told him that he should run.

"Well, well, well. And here I thought I wasn't going to have any dinner tonight."

It spoke.

It actually spoke.

That thing had talked.

It wasn't until he found, after running back the way he came without a second glance and climbing up the ladder and now running down the street, himself questioning the possible question that perhaps that thing had been…

No. If anything, that thing had probably killed his target and ate him, just like it had planned to do to him.

And so Waylon Jones would not be offered to the great Leviathan.