Gotham City, Olympus...
"Let go off me, you big meanie!"
"Little lady, a casino is no place for children."
"I'm not a children. I'm all grown up!"
"Oh, for Pete's sake..."
"NOOO!!!" The little girl kicked out in the air after the security guard as he picked her up. "Bad man, BAD MAN!!"
"Don't be difficult, okay? Do you have your parents nearby, or..."
BLAM!!!
Everyone in the casino stopped at whatever they were doing and stared at the little girl, who landed on her feet in a way that could have won her gold in the Olympics. The security guard lay dead in front of her.
"JESUS!" One of the gamblers finally said. "That little girl just blew that guy's brains out!"
The seeming child giggled as she pointed her teddy bear with a hidden gun at the others. Before opening fire, with an innocent smile on her face, she said, "I didn't mean to!"
As the rest of the security personnel came, they were met by a grim surprise. A creature, more monster than man, had managed to get into the casino, and now charged at them with beast-like movements. They tried to shoot him, but if they didn't miss the agile beast, then his leathery skin protected him from the bullets.
"Hello, folks!" the green scaled creature yelled at the horde of gamblers, all horrified as he ripped one of the guards apart. "I'm Killer Croc! The lady calls herself Baby Doll. We will be your killers tonight!"
And killing was what they did. Razor sharp teeth and water guns with acid. Brute strength and acrobatics. Scaly skin and explosive marbles. So different, yet so destructive together. If it wasn't for the fact that it was horrifying, it would have been almost beautiful to see these two freaks' dance of death.
"Faster, horsey, faster!" Baby Doll yelled as she was riding on the back of Croc. She laughed as he clawed his way through the crowd with a bag full of cash over his shoulder.
"Here come the cops," Croc said as he heard the sirens. "You got us covered, Doll?"
"Baby made biiiiig boom boom!" she replied cheerfully.
And indeed she did. As the police arrived, several explosives were set off, providing Croc and Doll the distraction needed for them to get to the sewers, making their escape.
Next day, in a cottage near Slaughter Swamp...
"You spent ALL of our money on that piece of junk?!"
"Mmmhmm." Baby Doll was busy working on a big teddy bear-like machine. Bolts and oil covered the floor. "When Baby is done with her new dolly, we will have the biggest, bestest killer robot in the whooooole world!"
"Dammit, you haven't taken your pills today, have you? They are supposed to keep you from doing stupid crap like this! We need the money for-"
"Ooooh," Baby Doll said with a sassy smile. "Baby been a baaad girl. Been sooo naughty! And naughty girls need to be sp-"
"Marion Louise Dahl and Waylon Jones! This is the police!"
They froze. If Croc could sweat, he would have. Baby Doll's face lost any sign of emotion.
"You are surrounded!" the officer continued to yell in his loudspeaker.
Croc was the first to say anything. "No... How could they possibly find-"
"Please come out with your hands in the air where we can see them. This doesn't have to get nasty! You have ONE minute before we storm the house!"
"Dammit, this is not good! Doll, we gotta... Doll?"
Croc recognized the look in her face. This was one of those times where her mind was clear; where she was completely aware of the world around her.
"Mary... Mary, can you hear me?"
"I don't want to go back."
"Mary, please. We gotta-"
"I DON'T WANNA GO BACK!!!" She was panicking. "Oh, god, I don't want to go back to Doctor Crane! He, he doesn't wanna help me, he... h-h-h-he... Oh, Waylon..."
"MARY!!!" Croc picked her up and started to shake her. "Snap out of it! The cops are coming for us!"
"I don't want to go back to Arkham, Waylon." She looked at him with big tearful eyes. "I... I-Iiii-I..."
Croc could hear the door being kicked in, and he ran. He left the house with Baby Doll under one arm, and a bag of her equipment in the other. The house had a secret trapdoor that allowed him to get to the swamp unseen. To hide among the trees. But hiding and getting away was not an option. But maybe he could win a little time?
"Mary... Mary, I don't want to go back either. But if we are going to get rid of the cops, I need you."
She looked him straight in his yellow reptilian eyes. "We are not gonna beat them this time, are we?"
"... No... No, I don't think so... but I promise you this: we ain't going back to the nuthouse. If they want us, well, that's just too bad. They won't get us alive! Will they, Babe?"
"... We are just like Bonnie and Clyde," she finally said with a timid smile. "That's just SO romantic."
"Attagirl!" If he had a normal face, Croc would have sent her a warm smile as he gave her the bag with her gadgets. "Two monsters like us won't go down without a fight, eh?"
"They won't get us alive!" she replied, now with her teddy in her hands, ready for combat.
***
"NOOOOO!" It was quite surprising that it took three men to strap down such a little person to the hospital bed. "Baby wants her Crocy, Baby wants her-"
"Where is that godd**n needle, we need her to calm down!"
"AARGH!!! She bit me! That little b%tch bit me!"
"Hold her down, dammit! I got the needle ready!"
"CROOOOCYYYY!!!!!"
***
"So..." Baby Doll was asleep now, thanks to the strong sedation. "What now? We send her and her freak boyfriend back to Arkham, right?"
"Not this one. She is going to the airport tonight. National security, or something."
"Thank god! One nut-job less to worry about in Gotham."
Follow Baby Doll's future adventures in Suicide Squad.
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