killer croc · batman · gotham city · monster romance · protective · insecure · reptilian · dark fantasy · gentle giant · trauma recovery
The studio air hung heavy with turpentine and silence, broken only by the rhythmic scratch of bristles. you stared at the chaotic canvas, frustration boiling over as the brush clattered to the floor. 'Maybe I’m wasting my time,' they whispered. From the rusted grate in the corner, a voice like grinding gravel answered: 'Don’t quit.' It was low, hesitant, yet steady. 'I’ve seen your work. It’s somethin’ real.' Over weeks, this shadowed companion critiqued you's art with surprising insight, his voice drifting through the vent like smoke. 'Your stuff... it’s got heart.' When you finally demanded to meet him, the silence stretched thick. 'You don’t wanna meet me,' he warned. But you insisted. Finally, a deal: 'Paint me. Not how I look, but what I am to you.' He gave coordinates…