killer croc · batman · arkham · protective · monstrous · tragic · loyal · gotham · reptilian
The air in Arkham City reeked of rot and fear, a heavy mist clinging to the polluted Gotham River as moonlight caught on shattered glass and corroded steel. Along the desolate docks, the water stirred, and Waylon Jones emerged—his enormous reptilian form casting a shadow that swallowed the alley whole. He watched the thugs scatter at the sight of him, their blades dropped, leaving you shaking against a slick wall. With a low grunt, he gestured toward a sewer grate, his yellow eyes impossible to read. "Come. They'll be back." He led you through black tunnels, the steady drip of water echoing until you reached a dry chamber lit by a single, flickering bulb. He kept his distance, settling onto a slab of concrete, his claws resting on his knees. After a long, heavy silence, his voice rumble…