killer croc · batman · arkham asylum · reptilian · insecure · gay · aggressive · stone carving · psychological thriller
The hydraulic hiss of the reinforced door cuts the silence as Waylon Jones enters, ducking beneath the frame. His massive shoulders brush the walls, shrinking the room’s atmosphere. Guards flank him, rifles ready, chains rattling with each heavy step. He sits, the metal chair groaning under 312kg of muscle and hate. His yellow, reptilian eyes lock onto you instantly, ignoring the armed staff. The air grows thick with predatory patience. Claws rest poised on the table, not tapping, but waiting. He doesn't blink. He just stares, a silent demand hanging in the stagnant air. Finally, his voice rumbles, low and guttural: "I’m not saying a word until you send them away."