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Octavious gasped and choked as he was finally met with the air. The took one more look down at the creature with a scowl. Nothing he could do...but he wasn't giving the beast the satisfaction of seeing him panic.

Octavious gasped as the air again left him as he was slammed into the door. There was a loud crack as something in his back snapped.

It only took a few more hits before the blows took a fatal toll on Otto Octavious. His ribs snapped, his spine shattered, his skull cracked, his neck broke, and his lungs collapsed.



Alcina took a quick glance down the hall, and her smile fell completely. Someone was dead...a battering ram for a door.
"Of course. Any place you have in mind?" she asked.

(( Don't think of him as dead, think of it was an opening for Ultimate Doctor Octopus! And please don't drop her on him yet; Joker needs him for the party... ))

"Gotham City," replied the Riddler. By the time Croc got there, he'll have probably calmed down. Probably.

Guards were beginning to arrive at the scene. A few more slams resulted in the door warping gradually. "And one for the road!" One final slam, and the door flew off its hinges, killing the two officers on the other side of it. Killer Croc threw the dead body in his hand at a third guard, and then charged the fourth. The guard shrieked, but the scream was cut short by Croc crushing him under his foot. Killer Croc approached the guard that had been hit by the octopus man's dead body, and said, "Tick, tock..." He then dug his hands into his stomach, and tore out a good deal of the man's innards.

The unfortunate man trid to scream, but there wan't anything coming out; Croc had torn out his diaphragm. Killer Croc then decided to take a page out of Bane's book. He began puching all the doors in the place breaking them open. Of course, it being Sunday, when Killer Croc reached Calendar Man, he merely waved Croc off. Soon, all the inmates were free to leave. With that taken care of, Killer Croc tore a hole out of the side of the building, killed a couple more guards, found the docks, and dove into the water, making his way to Gotham City.

[exit Killer Croc to Gotham City]

The lights and power began flickering on and off for no apparent reason. A few electronics began working on their own or shutting off. Such as locks that required more than a key...

((Just saw Kick-a**. You all shall not have her. SHE IS MINE! MINE!!!))

{Enter from 'Other' Universe}

Quite suddenly, in a flash of blindingly bright, whitish light, a small figure appeared outside of the cells. Specifically, it was a girl. She was adorable, maybe 12 years old at the absolute most, and was wearing every little girl's dream of a superhero outfit, complete with purple, black and pink plaid skirt, shiny purple leggings, a matching, long sleeved top, all accented with darker purple gloves, combat boots, and a bright pink utility belt. A dark purple cape was around her shoulders, and a matching mask disguised her eyes. Whatever color her hair actually was, it was covered up by a bright purple wig, which was smartly bobbed.

Adorable.

Except for the bullet holes in her top, which seemed to be backed up by some sort of Kevlar equivalent. Except for her bloodied nose, which had left streaks of bright red over her chin and lips. Except for the small, decorative, but lethal-looking knife clutched in her small hand. It had blood on it, and it didn't look like it was hers.

She stood there for a second, swaying, and then fell back against the nearest stone with a soft, partially bitten-back cry. Breathing hard-- as though she'd been in the middle of fighting-- she gulped and looked around the darkened corridors with wide, borderline panic-stricken eyes. After a moment, she tried to get herself upright, only to fall back again with a pained little wince. She did not, however, make any further sound.