The Master of Smash. The Man Who Broke Empire City Jail in Two. The Cold-Blooded Colossus. Crusher Croc's name is uttered in a reverent manner amongst Empire City's most wicked individuals, and in a fearful tone from even the strongest of its champions. Little has been learned about the crocodile's past, other than a couple of reports from Boca Caiman, Florida of sightings of a reptilian youth running around city streets in the middle of gale-force winds and knocking down smaller buildings and houses with his bare hands. The reptile always did prefer to let his actions speak for himself more than his words, though.

Responsible for property damage in the millions with nothing but debris and his titanic strength, theft totals matching and exceeding that, and the forced retirement of several heroes, Crusher Croc's list of accomplishments is both vast and bone-shaking to read. Managing to place one of Empire City's greatest, Nightstar, the similarly invulnerable panther Maul of Justice, in a coma in his first year as a super-villain, the unbreakable reptilian was born before his own time, to the point where after two years of rampaging through the city, Empire City's heroes banded together in 1955 to use a device to target and shift him outside of time. It was the only way they could find a means to defeat him and keep the city safe.

After forty-five years of peace, Crusher suddenly reappeared within one of Empire City's monorail stations holding a massive, sparking device of unknown origin in one hand and curling his claws into a fist in the other. By this time, Empire City's League, organized and lead by Crimson Claw, was able to bring about enough resistance to force Crusher to play more cautiously, but just barely. Three or four members of the League were necessary to even attempt to bring him in. Going up against him alone was suicide.

The only one who could face the increasingly well-connected and wealthy bruiser by himself was a swashbuckling hero from England known as Sir Timothy of Mous. Within days of meeting each other, the rodent and reptile took each other as archenemies. Mainly because the crocodile found the shrill-voiced rodent way too slippery, and "far too annoying to let live unsquished." Where Crimson Claw had to recruit an alternate dimension socialist version of himself to bring Crusher Croc in, Timothy of Mous waltzed into his headquarters and laid waste to his beloved security systems before whittling the croc down with his magic rapier. Where other heroes fled, Timothy sped in.

It was this rodent that eventually fought Crusher Croc to a standstill on top of a rickety scaffold high above the floors of a smelting factory on the outskirts of Empire City. The place had been closed down for quite some time, so it was no surprise that the scaffolding had rusted enough that it could not contain a couple tons of crocodile for too long. Crusher Croc had survived many things, but if an unbroken fall into a vat of molten iron could not have utterly destroyed him, drowning in it had done the rest.

His skeleton is now on display in Boca Caiman's Natural History Museum or in one of the state's traveling carnival freak shows, depending on who's managed to steal it for the moment. Still, there's been no evidence to prove (or deny) that these are Crusher's actual bones, and on bored nights, superheroes like to scare new patrol partners with stories about how the day after his death, all his bank accounts were drained. They always reach a crescendo about how no hacking was used to empty the accounts just a few moments before one of their other friends deploy their cheap one-use holoprojector and take on the guise of Empire's supercommunity's big green phantom himself...

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