Although Barbara's strength is lower, even at the level of an ordinary person, this strength can't even compensate for Killer Croc's weight, let alone pull him with a whip, but Barbara's timing was very smart, and she managed to hold him for a few seconds.
"Huh?" Killer Crocodile was chasing Robin when his right leg was suddenly entangled in a whip, causing his progress to stall.
It was a good opportunity. Catwoman, who had been hiding for some time, saw the opportunity created by her teammates. Without hesitation, she immediately flew and threw two flying knives straight into the Crocodile's unprotected eyes. At the same time, she grabbed her long whip and wrapped it around his left leg. This was a gift given by the unemotional Mr. Bat on a date. To be honest, it was quite useful...
Robin had been hit several times by Killer Croc's previous round of punches. Although the fatal parts of his body were protected, his whole body still ached. This guy was very strong, and the protective suit only provided some protection. Seeing his two teammates restraining the enemy's movements, he didn't dare to relax. He knew that both of them were working hard to subdue Killer Croc, and they were trying to save face in front of strangers. As the only man on the team, how could he not do that? You can't lose to a girl.
With a quick step, he ran after Killer Croc and punched him in the neck. The goal of his team was not to kill, and he had no intention of changing families at the moment, even if he didn't understand how much this guy could contribute to society if he remained. Contribution, but the Bat Gate rules still need to be followed. Being able to knock out the enemy is a perfect ending in Robin's opinion.
A normal person will indeed faint if hit hard on the neck. This scene often appears in movies and TV series. The protagonist or villain tricks people in a small dark room, hides behind the door, and gently hits the target, who falls to the ground. There is some art here. Processed ingredients, but the principle is correct. People who are familiar with the structure of the human body and have been trained can do it. Robin is naturally trained. He is very confident in his abilities, but he didn't expect this mutant crocodile to withstand this punch.
Is Killer Croc a normal person? Emotionally speaking, he feels very normal. He just rolls in the mud and catches some little fish and shrimps for breakfast. Isn't this life normal?
Once, he saw many women spreading mud on their faces. What is it called, seaweed mud? He heard it was very expensive, which was absurd. He thought mud was no different from the mud in his own sewer.
Another time, he hid away and saw some short, yellow-skinned people from the interior called Footpot, eating raw fish and even singing and dancing to celebrate after eating. Why were they so happy? Don't you usually eat raw fish? It must be the case!
Killer Crocodile felt that these people were worse off than him. Seeing how pitiful they were, he even threw some fish on the ground. He didn't know if they had eaten them...
Through constant contact with human society, Killer Crocodile doesn't feel that there's anything wrong with his lifestyle. Except that he looks different from them, there's no other difference. This makes him feel that there's nothing wrong with him!
But is it really like that? There are a lot of people in Arkham screaming, I'm not sick, I'm not crazy. The fact is, these people are crazy. The more they scream, the more serious and incurable the disease is. On the contrary, some people are silently thinking about it every day. If the guards patrol regularly, then they are not crazy.
Killer Croc is the kind of guy who claims he's still human, but in fact, he hasn't been human for a long time. Physiologically speaking, the genetic gap between him and humans is two blocks away. If his current rate of degeneration and reversal is not stopped, theoretically in two or ten years, he will turn into a humanoid crocodile who only knows how to kill.
Of course, all of this is still far away. No matter what Killer Croc will become in the future, he must first get rid of today's crisis. His legs are entangled with the two women. Robin already circled behind him, gathered all his strength, and ran towards his back. The neck was just a strong punch.
"Ah!" The enemy fell to the ground in his imagination, receiving the admiration of all the girls, and marrying Barbara and reaching the peak of life in the future. None of these things appeared. Robin looked a bit perplexed as Killer Croc rolled on the ground holding his head. In order not to get involved, the two girls could only withdraw their long whips and watch from a distance.
It doesn't seem like he's about to go into a coma. Have his martial arts deteriorated so much that he can make a mistake with such a simple move? Robin's face looked a bit ugly.
The one whose expression was uglier than his was Killer Croc's. He suffered a disadvantage because his body was too large and his reaction speed was a bit slow. When he noticed Robin coming behind him, he was a step late, so he didn't dodge the punch.
A normal person would have passed out after being hit by Robin's punch, which was full of force. Besides, they wouldn't be able to wake up so soon.
But Killer Croc is no longer normal! As he ages, his physiological structure becomes infinitely close to that of a crocodile. The crocodile has a dense group of neurons below the neck, near the spine, to control balance and overall body coordination.
From the perspective of an ordinary person looking at a crocodile, from the head, neck, and thick bucket-shaped body of the crocodile on one side, it is impossible to find the specific location, but a skilled hunter can find this area.
If you don't want to use the old-fashioned method of burying a knife in the crocodile's path and letting it disembowel, but want to challenge like a warrior, then you just need to find this position and use a dagger to kill it. If you dig hard, the crocodile will be paralyzed. At that moment, you can kill or scratch it.
It was very unfortunate that Robin was hit in this position. If he had a knife in his hand, the battle would have already ended. Several people were carrying the loot and returned to the mission, but... he hit him with his bare hands, although he was very powerful, but the crocodile's skin is famous for its thickness. The lethality of this punch to him is not stunning, but painful. The intense pain makes Killer Crocodile, who has thick nerves, a little unbearable. He doesn't care about the enemies around him, holding his head. Rolling on the ground.
Oops, this opportunity couldn't be better. Thea saw the enemy rolling and some of her own were stunned. Knowing it was time for her to appear, she floated ten meters in the air, controlled the skateboard, and flew like an arrow.
He flew thirty meters away from Killer Croc and sniffed lightly with his nose. There was no peculiar smell. In fact, he could shoot a hundred meters away, but to become less conspicuous, several members of the family and friends group were with them. It was a mess, Thea wanted to unite her companions, so she found a relatively close distance.
She drew a frozen arrow, calculated the advance, aimed at his calf, and fired with a "whistle." Helping these temporary companions, she didn't want to cause conflicts by killing the enemy.
The Killer Crocodile was still rolling on the ground at this moment. Although his crocodile instincts warned him of danger, he was in so much pain that he couldn't think straight.
Compared to the back pain, this light arrow was nothing. He also saw the person who shot the arrow at him. How could that person be floating in the sky? As a solitary crocodile living in the sewers for twenty years, he had never seen anything so sophisticated. Was this the plane those people were talking about? Unconsciously, he didn't think it was the same thing; it seemed like the plane should be flying much higher.
After a few random thoughts in his mind, he unexpectedly found that his back didn't hurt as much anymore. That was great news for him. As long as he regained mobility, he could run back to the lake. There was no way a person flying in the sky could enter the water, right? As for the three on the ground, Killer Croc felt he could still escape if he took a few hits, but at the same time, he decided he wouldn't, no matter what they said in the water this time.
The plan was well thought out, just when I was about to run away. Why can't I move? I wanted to move my body, but I found I couldn't move, and there was a cold, cutting current running through my body.
Unconsciously, I lowered my head and said: Why is there ice below the neck? The huge head swung from side to side, and only the neck could move... Looking around, the environment was still the same as before. The man and the dog-woman from before and the guy who jumped and threw a knife at him were watching.
As the Catwoman who was more familiar with Thea, she was a bit puzzled. When the two returned to get their gear, Thea told her roughly about the monster-killing process, like shooting an arrow from a distance and limiting the enemy's movement speed.
At that time, she thought Thea was someone with excellent archery skills. She could shoot wherever she wanted a hundred meters away. With one arrow, she would put a hole in the enemy's leg and limit the enemy's speed. The remaining people would attack and cut the enemy until he couldn't take care of himself anymore. Then touch the corpse to divide the loot.
But the actual situation was completely different. Catwoman didn't realize if her archery skills were great or not. The main reason was that the next scene was very scary, turning the enemy into a large piece of ice visible to the naked eye. This is the Killer Croc. He's naturally 2.2 meters tall and has his head exposed. If he were a bit shorter, he would be completely frozen, right?
Catwoman feels that the limited movement speed in her dictionary is different from this. This is almost like an ice sculpture. Is this their Star City standard? From the looks of Killer Croc, not to mention the movement speed, he'll soon be wheeled into the surgery room and become a cheerful paraplegic.
"Barbara, what's stuck to her arrow?" Robin originally sat on the ground when he saw that the battle was over, panting from exhaustion, but after seeing the frozen crocodile made by Thea, he didn't know what it was. A little scared, he ran up to Barbara in three steps and asked.
"It must be some kind of chemical. I can't say the details yet, but it's really powerful..." Barbara received at least a systematic higher education and has better vision and experience than Robin, who has always been self-taught.
"Do you think we can study this kind of weapon?" Robin really likes this unknown chemical now. If you had to shoot an arrow like this before, why did he get so tired like a dead dog?
"I'm afraid that wouldn't work. Mr. Bruce doesn't allow us to use that kind of weapon... It can be used against enhancers, but our enemies are basically ordinary people. Few of them can survive this arrow," Barbara actually felt a bit envious. This type of weapon is convenient and quick. No matter how powerful the enemy is, if you attack in three points according to the pin shape, the enemy won't be able to escape altogether.
It's a pity that, as long as Batman doesn't change his purpose of not killing, he and others will have no choice but to say goodbye to this weapon and just fight honestly!
"So let's develop it privately? It's great as a trump card..." Robin wasn't willing to give up yet.
Barbara scoffed, "Do you know how much it costs to develop this thing? Do you have a laboratory? Do you understand how much professional knowledge is required? Do you plan to rely only on the two of us?" He mentioned five or six times without stopping. The question left Robin speechless.
Yes, there's no big financial group behind them, and they're not illegitimate children of some nobles. He's just a poor kid who grew up in the circus. Barbara is rich and beautiful to say the least, but it's just a normal level. I don't know how many assets the Queen Group has, but I think even if it's not as good as Wayne Enterprises, the difference won't be too big.
He still knew a little about how Bruce's Batmobile was developed and how much it cost. Thinking about those astronomical numbers, Robin felt dizzy.
In my heart, I can only express envy and jealousy of the world of the rich, it's better to go back and take a shower and live a happy life with my wife in my arms!
"Thea, what should we do now? Is this guy still here?" Catwoman looked at the large piece of ice in front of her. The Killer Croc originally weighed four to five hundred kilos, but now a solid ice ball is added to the outside. How many kilos does this total weigh more?
In the past, our strategy and that of others was to find the enemy, knock him unconscious, and hang him on the police station door, but now that the police station has been invaded, we can't go back for a while. Also, we can't carry him with this enemy. There are only four of us here. Each one is smaller than the other, we're just three women and one man. The only man is so tired he's sticking out his tongue... How can he move?
To be honest, Thea hadn't really thought about this problem, and even asking Felicity wasn't a good idea, so she might as well stick to her own routine.
"You all get out of the way. I'll give him another arrow to reinforce him, and we'll finish this here," Thea pointed at Robin and Barbara, who were watching closely.
"You're not going to kill him, are you? He's almost freezing to death." Barbara pointed to the ice sculpture and said, yes, Killer Croc's large head that originally looked left and right now has no strength to turn, and its yellow eyeballs are also helpless. He looked away and, from time to time, the fangs in his mouth could make a "de, de, de" sound.
Moreover, Thea thinks no one can die frozen like this. Didn't you see that Captain America has been chilled for seventy years and is very active after being thawed? This guy's physique seems to be quite strong. Besides, crocodiles are naturally resistant to cold. She would freeze to death and, of course, some muscle atrophy and nerve paralysis were not something she could consider.