Cargo - Batman: Arkham Knight (2015)

The dozing soldiers snapped awake, dripped their semi-automatic rifles and flicked the safeties off. They weren't sure what it was that had them spooked. Turbulence perhaps. The unit commander nodded towards the container, trigger-finger poised.

The metal box was taking up most of the airship's cargo hold. It must've weighed several tons. And that wasn't including what was trapped inside, the things these men had spent several weeks tracking through marshland on the outskirts of Gotham. Not everyone who started the mission had made it. Their ravaged bodies were left behind unceremoniously; this mission didn't exist, and now neither did they.

A plain clothes agent was reading the file, holding a handkerchief to his face to try and stem the smells of rotting fish emanating from the container. He only had words, photographs, patient history. He wouldn't get to see the creature for real. A relief.

The agent looked up and spotted the panicked faces. These soldiers were tired and burnt out, last thing he needed was any accidents.

"Easy, boys," he yelled over the engine roar, slapping the metal prison. "He ain't waking up for another month."

Within the container the tranquilliser had all but worn off. The opaque membrane withdrew across the eye. The vertical slit-shaped pupils dilated.

Croc was awake... and wanted off this airship.