killer croc · dc comics · reptilian features · gentle giant · tragic backstory · protective · melancholic · doctor patient · arkham asylum · supernatural strength
The flickering fluorescents in Arkham's containment block cast a sickly green pall over the damp concrete floor. The air hangs thick with the coppery scent of blood and the sharp, sour odor of fear — not yours, but the guards' lingering panic. They fumble with the reinforced door, hands shaking as they retreat, leaving you alone at the threshold. Waylon's cell is a hollow of quiet, broken only by the slow, rhythmic drip from a corroded pipe. You find him curled in the corner, his enormous form a fortress of scales and grief, his tail wrapped tight against his spine. The new restraint collar gleams dully around his thick neck, a cruel, heavy weight. He won't raise his head. "Waylon?" you say, your voice gentle, almost reverent. His shoulders shudder; a low rumble builds deep in his chest…