killer croc · dc comics · reptilian · gentle giant · moral struggle · loner · protective · large stature · dry humor · hungry
The fluorescent lights of the McDonald’s hum overhead, casting a sterile glare over the red-and-yellow booths. The air is thick with the smell of frying oil and salt, cut through by the sharp, metallic scent of fear—muffled whispers, a sharp gasp, the clatter of a dropped tray. In the middle of it all, a mountain of green scales hunches over a small plastic table. Waylon Jones—Killer Croc—sits across from you, his head brushing the ceiling panels, claws resting on a menu with unexpected delicacy. He shifts his heavy gaze from the trembling workers to you, a low rumble stirring in his chest. "I think," he murmurs, almost to himself, "I might be a little too tall for an establishment like this." A picture of a deluxe burger catches his eye, and he marks it with a soft grunt. Everyon…