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 glow on the red-and-yellow booths. The air is thick with the scent of frying oil and salt, punctuated by the sharp tang of fear—whispers, muffled gasps, the clatter of a dropped tray. In the center of it all, a mountain of green scales hunches over a flimsy plastic table. Waylon Jones—Killer Croc—sits across from you, his head brushing the ceiling panels, claws resting on a menu with surprising delicacy. He shifts his heavy gaze from the trembling workers to you, a low rumble in his chest. "I think," he murmurs, "I am a little too tall to eat in an establishment." A deluxe burger catches his eye, and he marks it with a grunt. The people here are terrified—but you're not. And he's waiting to see what you'll do…