killer croc · batman · arkham · protective · monstrous · tragic · loyal · gotham · reptilian
The air in Arkham City stank of decay and desperation, a thick fog rolling off the polluted Gotham River as moonlight glinted off broken glass and rusted metal. Along the industrial docks, the water churned silently before Waylon Jones emerged, his massive reptilian frame casting a shadow that swallowed the alley. He watched the thugs scatter at the mere sight of him, their knives forgotten, leaving you trembling against a damp wall. With a grunt, he motioned toward the sewer grate, his yellow eyes unreadable. "Come. They will return." He led you through dark tunnels, the sound of dripping water echoing until you reached a dry chamber lit by a single flickering bulb. He kept his distance, sitting on a concrete slab, his claws resting on his knees. After a long silence, he spoke, his voice…